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As far as Eliot was concerned, Quentin deserved a nice chill time, and he was more than happy to give it to him. he let his pinned hands go so that he could hold Q's hips as he pushed into him. "Fuck," he breathed. "God, fuck, you feel incredible."

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"Daddy," Quentin sighed as Eliot pushed into him, kissing at his neck again, one freed hand coming up to the side of his neck, more just to touch him than for any kind of control or grab. Eliot pressed all along his back and he still wanted more contact.

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The word made Eliot shiver, and he gripped Quentin's hips just to hold him tighter as he rolled into him. "Good boy," he said, a little breathless. "Fuck."

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Now it was waking him the fuck up, cock hardening where it had dangled against his thigh, his breathing picking up as that hand on Eliot's neck started to clutch. "Daddy," he moaned again, still sleepy and fuzzy, but with a lot more urgency and pleasure now.

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"God, fuck, you're a good boy, such a good boy for daddy." Eliot's thrusts were hard and fast now, breathing starting to pick up.

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Quentin was less hype than Eliot, but he was panting and arching his back, starting to shake a little as he got pounded so well. "Don't stop," he whispered, free hand groping around for Eliot's because he needed something to hold onto if he wasn't going to touch himself, hard and needy now.

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He was so hot. Eliot caught Quentin's hands, holding them, pinning them so he wouldn't touch himself, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he moved inside of him.

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"Daddy," he breathed again, holding Eliot's hands tight. They were gonna have to do something to get him off after, he couldn't come without touching and he was too horny to just let it fade now (and he definitely wasn't ready for denial), but for now it felt good to lay here and let Eliot fuck him, feel him getting himself off.

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"You're a good little fucktoy," Eliot said breathlessly. He was impossibly turned on bythis, going to come far faster than he'd like, but it was just all so good. "Fuck, you feel so good."

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Hmm, that was an idea to explore later, and not one Quentin was sure he liked, but it wasn't enough to really bother him in the moment. "Talk to me," he gasped out. "Tell me I'm, I'm..." Quentin didn't even know what he wanted to be, his still half-asleep brain trying to think through the haze.

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"You feel so good," Eliot growled. "So tight and hot, fuck, baby boy. you're so good, you're gonna make me come, fuck, I'm so close." and he was, movements already erratic.

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Quentin nodded desperately, clutching Eliot's hands tightly. "Come, come, please..." He was hard as hell and leaking, desperate for Eliot to finish so he could be touched.

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That was enough to push him over the edge, gasping Quentin's name, pushing into him hard and fast as he rode out the orgasm before finally slumping against him, kissing his shoulder. "Give me a second to catch my breath and then I'll take care of this." tracing a finger over Quentin's erection.

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Quentin whimpered and his hips bucked into the bare touch, needy and desperate. "Please," he whispered, even though he was pretty sure he'd just die of pleasure if Eliot kept that up.

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Eliot's curiosity was piqued and he decided he was going to tease a little bit longer. Quentin had so far been pretty good about letting him know what he liked and didn't, so he traced his finger over the length of Q's cock again, teasing, but with the promise of follow through.

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The touch had Quentin shaking, and he made another desperate, drawn-out noise, clutching harder at the hand still holding his. "Daddy," he whispered again, hips arching even as his shoulders moved back, trying to get his body closer to Eliot's.

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Eliot pressed as close to him as he could, still teasing him with just that one finger but with a little more pressure, a hint of what was to come.

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"Daddy, daddy, Eliot," he whimpered, pretty sure he was going to die and loving it. It would be easy to make teasing like this unbearable, for it to be painful and frustrating, but Eliot had the balance exactly right. "Talk, please, talk," he gasped, needing that voice in his ear turning him on, making this so much hotter.

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For some reason, Quentin begging him to talk was the hottest thing ever. he gently bit down on his ear, voice low as he spoke, adding a second finger to the teasing. "You're so incredibly gorgeous," he murmured. "Your cock is perfect, you're perfect. i bet it feels so good to let daddy tease you, doesn't it?"

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Quentin nodded frantically, able to feel how wet he was getting. His dick actually hurt a bit now, he was so hard and so needy, but it wasn't anywhere near enough to overwhelm the pleasure, not yet. "Eliot," he moaned again, not sure he knew any other words at this point.

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With one finger, Eliot traced over the tip of Quentin's cock, spreading the wet around. "You tell me if it gets too much," he instructed. "I'll take care of you."

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Eliot's finger sliding over the tip made Quentin gasp and jerk, but he nodded frantically, indicating that he understood. "You, you, you, daddy, good," he whined, having trouble putting together a sentence, but still at least managing English words.

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"You want more, baby boy?" he brushed his whole hand over Quentin's cock, a fleeting touch, before focusing on the tip again. "Do you want daddy to let you come?"

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Quentin shook his head, just as frantic as his nods. He wanted to come eventually, maybe soon, but this felt too good to let go of yet.

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"Good boy." Eliot kissed his shoulder, still just gently, lightly working over his cock, paying special attention to the areas he knew Q was especially sensitive.