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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.

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Eventually, it was too much, the pressure was too much and Quentin couldn't handle it anymore. He was wet all over, he could feel his pulse in his cock and the head was bright red with need. "Daddy, please," he gasped. "I need, I need, please, please, make me..."

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Eliot smirked, kissing Quentin's shoulder as he wrapped his hand around him, strokes firm, his thumb brushing against the head as he worked him. "That's it," he said sweetly, "Come for daddy."

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Quentin was so worked up that it only took seconds before he cried out, hips fucking into Eliot's hand desperately as orgasm ripped through him, the intensity of it blinding.

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Eliot held him through it, letting him ride it out, praising him the whole time, making sure he knew what a good boy he was. when he'd ridden it out, Eliot flipped him around so he could kiss him, run his hands over his back.

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Quentin was kind of a useless lump at this point, panting against Eliot's mouth as he tried to catch his breath, but he at least let himself be moved and...tried to kiss back, with limited success.

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"You doing okay?" Eliot asked, brushing a bit of hair out of Quentin's eyes. "focus on your breathing, baby boy."

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Quentin nodded and put his face in Eliot's neck, cuddling close as he caught his breath. Emotionally he felt fine and good, he was just taking his time to get level again. Eliot would too if he'd just come that hard.

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Eliot totally understood it, letting him come down, petting his hair sweetly. "You're such a good boy," he purred. "You did so good."