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Quentin Coldwater (The Magicians) ([personal profile] proofofconcept) wrote2019-11-12 12:46 pm
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[personal profile] lets_get_physical 2020-10-01 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
It was too good, and Eliot made a soft sound, his tongue probing inside of Q, his own cock already hard against his stomach.
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[personal profile] proofofconcept 2020-10-01 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Quentin let his elbows slides out from under him so he could lay back down, burying his face in the pillow as he pushed into the one under his hips. After a minute one arm came down, pushing back against the pillow to hold it in place, offering better resistance.
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[personal profile] lets_get_physical 2020-10-01 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot was perfectly happy to let this play out, to keep eating Quentin's ass and letting him grind until he came.
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[personal profile] proofofconcept 2020-10-01 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Quentin wasn't bothering with restraint, wasn't trying to think of any reason not to chase this all the way, so after a few minutes of work he groaned deep in his chest as he came against the pillow, hole clenching at Eliot's mouth as he pushed into it hard.
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[personal profile] lets_get_physical 2020-10-02 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot didn't have any complaints. He kept up what he was doing until Quentin had ridden it out, and then drew back with a lazy grin. "You okay?"
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[personal profile] proofofconcept 2020-10-02 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
Panting with his mouth open and his eyes closed, Quentin nodded against the pillow. "Uh huh." It probably wasn't even noon and he needed a goddamn nap.
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