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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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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?"

[proofofconcept]

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.