God, Eliot was loving this. he teased a little longer, humming around him, and then finally took the length of him into his mouth, looking up at him through his eyelashes.
It didn't take very long, Quentin came with a gutteral noise, hips pushing up toward Eliot's face, hole clenching hard around the plug and driving him higher. He shook out the aftershocks, only settling back to the bed once he was spent.
Eliot let him ride it out before gently withdrawing the plug and drawing him into his arms. his own cock was desperately hard now, as if now that Quentin's orgasm was done it knew it was his turn, but he had the important job of aftercare first, holding him close and murmuring words of praise.
Quentin let out a little grunt when the plug was removed, wincing a bit at the now-unpleasant tug, but it was fine, it would settle. He let himself be moved and just laid limp and panting in Eliot's arms for a minute. It didn't take too long before his limbs started working again, enough to bring a hand up to wrap around Eliot's cock.
Eliot shivered a little, leaning in to kiss him, slow and sweet. it felt good, the contact and the kissing and the hand on his dick, and he was content to stay like this for now.
Quentin kissed back, letting Eliot lead the mood as his hand worked, stroking slowly, root to tip. It felt good to give pleasure in a low-pressure, easy way. Getting kissed silly while he jerked his boyfriend off was nice.
Quentin licked his lips and leaned up, not stopping, but whispering in Eliot's ear. "I want to give you my mouth," he whispered, already feeling like his throat was far too empty.
Eliot shivered. "Okay," he agreed. "Okay, yes, I want your mouth." as long as it was still warm and a little lazy like this, Eliot was happy with this.
Quentin didn't waste any time, crawling down and getting his lips around it. He didn't really tease like Eliot had -- it didn't really feel like his place, did it? But he bobbed his head slow and easy, using plenty of tongue, not really pushing himself, making it as sweet and slow as everything else.
Quentin relaxed and let him thrust, arms braced across Eliot's hips so he couldn't thrust too far. It felt good to have his throat taken like this, anyway.
There was something kind of cute about it? Quentin swallowed, humming contently, and crawled back up, looking pleased with himself. "I think I'm starting to really like doing that," he said, smile crinkling his eyes at the corners.
"God you're so good," Eliot said breathlessly, unable to do anything but kiss Quentin. he couldn't even explain the intensity of it, just that it had been intense. "So good at that."
Quentin kissed back contently, reaching up to run his fingers through Eliot's hair. Having something in his mouth was starting to feel really good, he was kind of starting to crave it, whether a cock or a tongue.
Eliot kissed back, slow and lazy, but let his tongue explore the inside of Quentin's mouth. He felt content, buzzy and relaxed, just enjoying being close to his boy.
Quentin shivered at it, tugging at Eliot's hair a little and shifting up a bit so he was more on top, had a little more control over the movement, which he just used to offer Eliot more access. He was, apprently, feeling pretty into his mouth at the moment.
Quentin tried not to like, whimper, but that was really the word for that sound, huh? "Um, I guess so," he said, blushing. "I wasn't really, um, sure about sucking dick when I first came here but I guess...I guess I like it."
Quentin made another little whimpery sound, eyes looking needy at Eliot before he closed them, angling his head down a little to suck at that thumb. Not really hard or fast, just a gentle, sweet pressure, soft tongue rolling and pushing against it.
Eliot's eyes fluttered. He allowed himself to enjoy that, just for a bit, before pulling away. He gave Quentin a hungry look, and then moved, picking up the medium plug. "Open your mouth for me, baby boy," he instructed.
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