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.
Quentin's breath hitched a little when he saw what Eliot had, and his wide eyes came up to Eliot's. But he licked his lips, and swallowed, and opened his mouth, tongue sticking out a little. He knew the toy was clean, but it still felt dirty as hell, and he wanted to be a mouth slut anyway.
And what a good little mouth slut he was. Eliot leaned in to kiss his nose as he placed the toy in Quentin's mouth and then, without any further explanation, began moving around the bed, grabbing a pillow to position Quentin's hips with, laying him down on the bed so his pelvis was resting on the pillow. "Ass up, if you please."
It was kind of humiliating, to have his mouth plugged, but he suspected that was the point. He could settle his teeth behind the bulb and it wasn't uncomfortable, although the tip was just edging toward the back of his throat. Just enough that he had to focus on it, couldn't just relax and suck. He went where Eliot put him, obediently angling his ass up a little.
It was exactly the point, and Eliot would have been pleased to know that it was working. With Quentin positioned, he kissed his way down his spine teasingly.
It felt kind of good, the way it got wider behind his teeth, filling up his mouth, before tapering off. Quentin tried not to dwell too much on the embarrassing part. He focused on breathing through his nose as Eliot teased him, giving a soft little whimper behind the toy.
It made Quentin inhale sharply and lift his head abruptly, making him choke on the plug. He reached up to pull it out, coughing a bit until his throat settled, then taking a couple of deep breaths before pushing it back in.
Quentin made a little noise behind the toy. He wasn't really sure yet if it was good or not? He was...deciding, but he definitely needed Eliot to keep going, so he could decide.
It was overwhelming, and after a minute he had to take the plug out again -- it was just too much, trying to focus on that while Eliot did that. He made a couple of needy sounds, pushing up on his elbows like he needed to go somewhere, but another touch of Eliot's tongue had him arching back.
"I, I don't, um, I assume we, fuck, I don't know if, if we ever did this but um I, I..." His babbling was disjointed as hell, trailing into a gasp as Eliot's tongue probed at him, threatening to penetrate him. "Ohhh, fuck, god, no one's, no one's ever..." He trailed off again, hanging his head and panting.
Well. if Eliot had known that, things would have been much different.
"If you need something in your mouth you can put the toy back but don't feel like you have to," Eliot said, hand on the curve of Quentin's ass. "And we didn't, not as far as I know." kissing the cleft of his back before setting back to work, pushing his tongue inside this time.
"Can't," Quentin gasped, shivering at the teasing kiss. "Not with you- oh, god," he moaned, hips pushing desperately into the pillow, seeking any friction on his cock he could get as that tongue finally slid inside him. He was sure he had to be leaking everywhere.
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"I, I don't, um, I assume we, fuck, I don't know if, if we ever did this but um I, I..." His babbling was disjointed as hell, trailing into a gasp as Eliot's tongue probed at him, threatening to penetrate him. "Ohhh, fuck, god, no one's, no one's ever..." He trailed off again, hanging his head and panting.
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"If you need something in your mouth you can put the toy back but don't feel like you have to," Eliot said, hand on the curve of Quentin's ass. "And we didn't, not as far as I know." kissing the cleft of his back before setting back to work, pushing his tongue inside this time.
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