[ Date follows the pin that Quincy gave him, into the vale, deep into the vale, and realizing very belatedly he didn't dress the part for a venture into the vale. Sneakers, jeans, a purple turtleneck, he's off the beaten path now and trying to figure out his way through the grass. What a pain in the ass.
But eventually, through trial and tribulation, Date ends up at Quincy's cabin. A little out of breath and overwhelmed, he delights when he sees the cabin and rushes forward to it. ]
Quincy!
[ Just calling out, as he knocks upon the door. Is he in the cabin or around here somewhere? Date can't help but wonder. God, he hopes he's still sweaty from the yard work... ]
[ Quincy’s cabin is exactly what one might expect when discovering a log cabin deep in the woods. The man himself, when he answers the door, is every inch a woodsman: six foot five, broad-chested and shirtless, wearing a rough pair of slacks and boots. There’s a towel tossed over his shoulder—he had been trying to clean up a bit—but his muscles are still dewy with sweat, and the fine hair along his arms, chest, and down his navel is slightly damp. ]
You were quick.
[ He steps back and gestures for Date to come inside. Being freshly built, the cabin smells of pine and timber, with the faint aroma of smoke. It’s rustic but homey: a small wooden table with two chairs, a simple kitchenette, a window overlooking the yard. Even a couch, carefully furnished with hand stitched pillows and cushions.
There are two doors, both slightly ajar to share a small private bathroom and a bedroom with a large bed, cloaked in a rich green comforter.
Quincy turns to address the other man, brushing his still somewhat damp bangs away from his forehead, ]
[ Quincy opens the door and Date is floored for a moment by the sight in front of him. The man is gorgeous, of course, but even more so like this and the lack of shirt is... phew. It's a little bit of a shame he didn't get to take such a good look at him their first meeting but now, well, Date is taking in his fill. He swallows, hard, and the churn of arousal in his gut at the sight of such a beautiful man is almost distracting.
He wants to lick him. ]
—Huh? [ Wait, he was distracted. A beat later and he processes what Quincy says. ] Oh, I wasn't doing anything, so I came right over.
[ And then he follows Quincy inside after he gestures for him to come in. The cabin is miraculous, really, definitely out of the realm of normal that the rest of the resort lives in. It makes Date itch to strike it out on his own as well, find his own little niche of a place...! But, no, this was all clearly built by hand and Date is no woodworker. So, he will just continue to fuck and hope that gives him a higher rank eventually.
His eye flickers over to Quincy again, after taking in the space and at the question, his mouth parts slightly as he tries to think of an answer that isn't yes, god, yes. ]
[ He watches as Date takes in the sight of his snug little cabin before turning to his ice box, where he keeps a pitcher of water. Yet when he turns to Date with pitcher in hand, there's no cup in which to pour and offer. Without a single change in his calm expression, Quincy tilts the pitcher at the top of his clavicle to slowly pour water down the front of his chest. Rivets form. They trickle into the dip his cleavage, curve over his pecs, trail into the crease of his abdominal muscles and soak into the waist of his trousers. What doesn't cling to his skin patters onto the floor beside his boots.
Cold water glistens all over his torso by the time Quincy is finished. He leaves the pitcher on the counter and walks toward the other man casually, nodding his chin. The distance between them is small so it's obvious how the chilly water has hardened his nipples; they stand perky against fair skin. ]
Go ahead. Drink.
[ It's not a suggestion or even an offer: it's a command. A gentle but firm one as he gazes at Date with expectation, as if telling someone he's finally really meeting to lick water from his chest is completely normal. Maybe it's a bit more fair given that their actual first encounter was a gloryhole blowjob. ]
[ It takes a moment for Date to piece together what's happening. Not because it's an unwelcome sight or anything of the sort but because he truly did not expect it, he truly was of the mind that this was going to be a normal encounter and maybe they'd make out a bit after getting to know each other and that would be — that would be it. But this, the way Quincy so easily and effortlessly pours the water over his chest and then commands Date to drink.
Date's brain shuts off. It short circuits, even. He doesn't have a thought in there as he takes a step closer to Quincy and just... obeys. His hands reach out, gripping Quincy's sides as he lowers himself and leans in and —
And drags his tongue across the rivulets of water dripping down Quincy's pecs. His eager, dutiful tongue drags across the hot skin of Quincy's chest and begins to drink the water, lapping it up in long swipes of his tongue as his eye falls closed and he just focuses on the command he was given. When he reaches Quincy's nipples, his mouth circles one eagerly, sucking on the hardened nipple a few times before giving it a light bite and then moving onto the other nipple. He does the same thing again before lowering himself even more to follow the drops of water down Quincy's chest to his abdomen.
His tongue continues to drink up the water the best he can, long swipes of his tongue across Quincy's skin, catching every droplet he can and his eye opens up again to look up at Quincy as he does, just focused on his face as he licks and licks and licks his chest and body. He's obedient, isn't he? Won't you praise him? ]
[ A hand rests atop Date’s head as he obeys and bows to drag his tongue along the contours of Quincy’s chest. Large, callused fingers comb through Date’s hair, gently tugging strands between them. It’s a lighter blond than his own, more flaxen than gold. Quincy caresses from Date’s hairline to the back of his skull, touch light enough not restrict movement.
Water mixes with sweat, giving those droplets salty flavor. Quincy’s eyes narrow in enjoyment as he watches that pink tongue sweep out and lash along his body. It tickles at first, then sharpens into acute pleasure when Date’s mouth finds a nipple. Quincy exhales slowly, body responding beneath Date’s lips —his cock stiffens in his trousers, beginning to swell to an impressive profile. When Date licks down his abdomen, it dips with short breath, thick muscle briefly tensing and then relaxing.
When Date looks up, it’s to red eyes dark with want and a fall of golden curls. Quincy gazes back, sliding that caressing hand to cup his cheek instead. ]
That’s it… good boy.
[ He hasn’t forgotten Date’s reaction to that phrase during their last encounter, and how he had been disappointed that he couldn’t see the face to go with the sounds. So Quincy murmurs it now, low and husky, praising Date for being so obedient. ]
[ The good boy comes and hits Date just as hard here as it did in their last encounter. His eye widens just a bit and his breath hitches slightly, a pink flush dusting his cheeks. He would do anything for Quincy in this moment, just for more of that praise, and as Quincy's hand caresses his hair, slides to his cheek, he leans into it and nuzzles his face softly against his hand. Those red eyes are looking down at his green eye and he looks up at Quincy with nothing but submissive devotion in his eyes.
Then he nods, because yes, he wants a reward. Part of him wants to spend more time on Quincy's chest, working his mouth over him and getting him more and more worked up. The other part wants to drop fully to his knees and put his mouth on his cock and repay what was done to him in the best way he knows how.
Then the larger, more overwhelming part, just wants to obey whatever commands Quincy has and give himself over completely to the other man. For now, he stays in his half-kneeled position, hands still clutching Quincy's sides carefully and his breath ghosting across Quincy's skin from how close he is. Quietly, he finds his voice again and whispers softly, a quiet and earnest begging — ]
[ Quincy studies the way pink glows across Date's cheeks, how he tilts his head to nuzzle into the cup of his fingers. Cute. If it hadn't been clear before it certainly is now; this man enjoys submitting to a dominant partner. Well-suited to Quincy, who naturally assumes the role. His eyes squint in satisfaction when Date begs so sweetly, finally reaching to grab the other man by the nape and draw him up. ]
Come here.
[ Good boys get affection. It's something they weren't able to share the first time, with a wall between them—Quincy guides Date up to meet their mouths in a firm, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue rolls forward, licking the seam of Date's lips before delving into his mouth, hungry to taste. He nips gently, teasing, urging Date to come in for more by tugging on his bottom lip before soothing with another kiss. It's simmering heat, barely restrained desire as Quincy helps himself to kiss after kiss.
His unoccupied hand slides down. Fingers curve over Date's ass and give it a squeeze, pulling the man in so their bodies are flush during their kiss. Pressed close, Date can feel the weight of Quincy's erection in his slacks, roused from the way he had licked along his chest and abdomen. Its large, a profile that suggests that yes, had he tried to put that in the hole last time, he really wouldn't have fit.
Sighing, Quincy tilts his head to lick Date's mouth, ]
[ Date never thought he was a particularly submissive man. A switch through and through, he could be whatever his partner wanted whenever they wanted it. But Quincy makes him want to submit. There's not a single bone in his body that feels the urge to do anything else when they're together, his brain growing quiet and pliant in response to Quincy and what he does to Date. So when Quincy grabs him by the nape to draw him up, he follows dutifully and without hesitation.
Then — the kiss. The kisses. Date sinks into them eagerly, his hands sliding over Quincy's chest to loop around his neck, crossing at the wrists behind Quincy's head and letting himself just dive into kiss after kiss. He parts his lips obligingly and lets out a soft, pleased noise into Quincy's mouth as his bottom lip is tugged, as Quincy's tongue slides against his own. Then he's pulled flush against Quincy's body, his ass squeezed and fondled and he moans a little more into the kiss, into Quincy's mouth.
He can feel it, the shape of him through his pants, the large girth and length that makes a shiver run through Date's body. It's true, it wouldn't have fit in that hole no matter how much Date would've loved to put his mouth on it. But now he has this, whatever this is, and when Quincy pulls away from the kiss, Date looks back at him a bit dazed.
He wants to fuck him? Date thinks of it, having that thick cock inside of him, shaping his insides for him, making everything in him feel overwhelmingly wonderful. Date nods in dazed arousal, his gaze dropping from Quincy's eyes to his mouth again and licking his lips in turn. ]
[ Quincy’s fingers trace up the slope of Date’s forearm. Reaching to take his wrist, then guiding his palm against his mouth to press a warm kiss into its center. Light eyelashes flutter as Quincy’s lips move to kiss from Date’s palm to his fingers.
He doesn’t say anything else as he laces their fingers together and leads Date past one of those doors. It’s a small but warm bedroom, rich with the scent of man timber and smoke, notes that Quincy’s body carries as well. A large bed sits in the center, padded out with blankets and pillows.
Quincy sits at the edge, gently tugging Date onto his lap. Warm fingers move to curl the hem of Date’s shirt up and over his head so at they’re equally matched, both shirtless, allowing Quincy the freedom to explore. Though his erection presses against Date’s groin, hot and insistent, there’s little urgency in the way Quincy touches. Unable to feel Date last time, he’s hungry to make up for what was lost.
Rough fingertips slide over the small of Date’s waist before tracing up alone his spine. Blond hair tickles his jaw as Quincy bows his head to kiss his shoulder, then his neck, before tenderly sinking teeth there. Testing to see how Date likes being bitten and marked, with a hard knead and suck. ]
[ Date is so caught up in the gentle touch of Quincy, in his quiet dominance, that he can barely breathe as Quincy kisses his fingers, as he guides him back to the bedroom. It all radiates of Quincy, of his smell, of his aura, and Date doesn't even have the mind to compliment Quincy on the build of his bed — his room, everything. It's all so immaculately put together but Date isn't thinking of any of that.
Instead, he moves easily into Quincy's lap, his knees on either side of his hips as he slides against his waist. He doesn't fight the removal of his turtleneck either, letting it drop to the floor and showing his body in return. He's scarred up just a bit, the most significant being a snatch of scars on his right side. And there's a slight ring of discoloration around his neck, but those are the most notable things about his body.
He doesn't deter Quincy from kissing and biting at him, and though he does tense slightly as his mouth reaches his neck, he doesn't push him away. He just lets it happen and his breath hitches slightly at the bite to his throat. A groan follows after and Date does, indeed, like to be bitten. Likes to be marked. His hips rock against Quincy's in response, an aching feeling inside him for more. ]
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[ Date follows the pin that Quincy gave him, into the vale, deep into the vale, and realizing very belatedly he didn't dress the part for a venture into the vale. Sneakers, jeans, a purple turtleneck, he's off the beaten path now and trying to figure out his way through the grass. What a pain in the ass.
But eventually, through trial and tribulation, Date ends up at Quincy's cabin. A little out of breath and overwhelmed, he delights when he sees the cabin and rushes forward to it. ]
Quincy!
[ Just calling out, as he knocks upon the door. Is he in the cabin or around here somewhere? Date can't help but wonder. God, he hopes he's still sweaty from the yard work... ]
It's Date!
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You were quick.
[ He steps back and gestures for Date to come inside. Being freshly built, the cabin smells of pine and timber, with the faint aroma of smoke. It’s rustic but homey: a small wooden table with two chairs, a simple kitchenette, a window overlooking the yard. Even a couch, carefully furnished with hand stitched pillows and cushions.
There are two doors, both slightly ajar to share a small private bathroom and a bedroom with a large bed, cloaked in a rich green comforter.
Quincy turns to address the other man, brushing his still somewhat damp bangs away from his forehead, ]
Are you thirsty?
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He wants to lick him. ]
—Huh? [ Wait, he was distracted. A beat later and he processes what Quincy says. ] Oh, I wasn't doing anything, so I came right over.
[ And then he follows Quincy inside after he gestures for him to come in. The cabin is miraculous, really, definitely out of the realm of normal that the rest of the resort lives in. It makes Date itch to strike it out on his own as well, find his own little niche of a place...! But, no, this was all clearly built by hand and Date is no woodworker. So, he will just continue to fuck and hope that gives him a higher rank eventually.
His eye flickers over to Quincy again, after taking in the space and at the question, his mouth parts slightly as he tries to think of an answer that isn't yes, god, yes. ]
O-Oh. Yeah. I guess so. Do you have water?
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[ He watches as Date takes in the sight of his snug little cabin before turning to his ice box, where he keeps a pitcher of water. Yet when he turns to Date with pitcher in hand, there's no cup in which to pour and offer. Without a single change in his calm expression, Quincy tilts the pitcher at the top of his clavicle to slowly pour water down the front of his chest. Rivets form. They trickle into the dip his cleavage, curve over his pecs, trail into the crease of his abdominal muscles and soak into the waist of his trousers. What doesn't cling to his skin patters onto the floor beside his boots.
Cold water glistens all over his torso by the time Quincy is finished. He leaves the pitcher on the counter and walks toward the other man casually, nodding his chin. The distance between them is small so it's obvious how the chilly water has hardened his nipples; they stand perky against fair skin. ]
Go ahead. Drink.
[ It's not a suggestion or even an offer: it's a command. A gentle but firm one as he gazes at Date with expectation, as if telling someone he's finally really meeting to lick water from his chest is completely normal. Maybe it's a bit more fair given that their actual first encounter was a gloryhole blowjob. ]
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Date's brain shuts off. It short circuits, even. He doesn't have a thought in there as he takes a step closer to Quincy and just... obeys. His hands reach out, gripping Quincy's sides as he lowers himself and leans in and —
And drags his tongue across the rivulets of water dripping down Quincy's pecs. His eager, dutiful tongue drags across the hot skin of Quincy's chest and begins to drink the water, lapping it up in long swipes of his tongue as his eye falls closed and he just focuses on the command he was given. When he reaches Quincy's nipples, his mouth circles one eagerly, sucking on the hardened nipple a few times before giving it a light bite and then moving onto the other nipple. He does the same thing again before lowering himself even more to follow the drops of water down Quincy's chest to his abdomen.
His tongue continues to drink up the water the best he can, long swipes of his tongue across Quincy's skin, catching every droplet he can and his eye opens up again to look up at Quincy as he does, just focused on his face as he licks and licks and licks his chest and body. He's obedient, isn't he? Won't you praise him? ]
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Water mixes with sweat, giving those droplets salty flavor. Quincy’s eyes narrow in enjoyment as he watches that pink tongue sweep out and lash along his body. It tickles at first, then sharpens into acute pleasure when Date’s mouth finds a nipple. Quincy exhales slowly, body responding beneath Date’s lips —his cock stiffens in his trousers, beginning to swell to an impressive profile. When Date licks down his abdomen, it dips with short breath, thick muscle briefly tensing and then relaxing.
When Date looks up, it’s to red eyes dark with want and a fall of golden curls. Quincy gazes back, sliding that caressing hand to cup his cheek instead. ]
That’s it… good boy.
[ He hasn’t forgotten Date’s reaction to that phrase during their last encounter, and how he had been disappointed that he couldn’t see the face to go with the sounds. So Quincy murmurs it now, low and husky, praising Date for being so obedient. ]
Do you want a reward?
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Then he nods, because yes, he wants a reward. Part of him wants to spend more time on Quincy's chest, working his mouth over him and getting him more and more worked up. The other part wants to drop fully to his knees and put his mouth on his cock and repay what was done to him in the best way he knows how.
Then the larger, more overwhelming part, just wants to obey whatever commands Quincy has and give himself over completely to the other man. For now, he stays in his half-kneeled position, hands still clutching Quincy's sides carefully and his breath ghosting across Quincy's skin from how close he is. Quietly, he finds his voice again and whispers softly, a quiet and earnest begging — ]
Please.
[ Let him please you, Quincy. ]
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Come here.
[ Good boys get affection. It's something they weren't able to share the first time, with a wall between them—Quincy guides Date up to meet their mouths in a firm, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue rolls forward, licking the seam of Date's lips before delving into his mouth, hungry to taste. He nips gently, teasing, urging Date to come in for more by tugging on his bottom lip before soothing with another kiss. It's simmering heat, barely restrained desire as Quincy helps himself to kiss after kiss.
His unoccupied hand slides down. Fingers curve over Date's ass and give it a squeeze, pulling the man in so their bodies are flush during their kiss. Pressed close, Date can feel the weight of Quincy's erection in his slacks, roused from the way he had licked along his chest and abdomen. Its large, a profile that suggests that yes, had he tried to put that in the hole last time, he really wouldn't have fit.
Sighing, Quincy tilts his head to lick Date's mouth, ]
Let me fuck you.
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Then — the kiss. The kisses. Date sinks into them eagerly, his hands sliding over Quincy's chest to loop around his neck, crossing at the wrists behind Quincy's head and letting himself just dive into kiss after kiss. He parts his lips obligingly and lets out a soft, pleased noise into Quincy's mouth as his bottom lip is tugged, as Quincy's tongue slides against his own. Then he's pulled flush against Quincy's body, his ass squeezed and fondled and he moans a little more into the kiss, into Quincy's mouth.
He can feel it, the shape of him through his pants, the large girth and length that makes a shiver run through Date's body. It's true, it wouldn't have fit in that hole no matter how much Date would've loved to put his mouth on it. But now he has this, whatever this is, and when Quincy pulls away from the kiss, Date looks back at him a bit dazed.
He wants to fuck him? Date thinks of it, having that thick cock inside of him, shaping his insides for him, making everything in him feel overwhelmingly wonderful. Date nods in dazed arousal, his gaze dropping from Quincy's eyes to his mouth again and licking his lips in turn. ]
I hoped you would. I want to feel you.
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He doesn’t say anything else as he laces their fingers together and leads Date past one of those doors. It’s a small but warm bedroom, rich with the scent of
mantimber and smoke, notes that Quincy’s body carries as well. A large bed sits in the center, padded out with blankets and pillows.Quincy sits at the edge, gently tugging Date onto his lap. Warm fingers move to curl the hem of Date’s shirt up and over his head so at they’re equally matched, both shirtless, allowing Quincy the freedom to explore. Though his erection presses against Date’s groin, hot and insistent, there’s little urgency in the way Quincy touches. Unable to feel Date last time, he’s hungry to make up for what was lost.
Rough fingertips slide over the small of Date’s waist before tracing up alone his spine. Blond hair tickles his jaw as Quincy bows his head to kiss his shoulder, then his neck, before tenderly sinking teeth there. Testing to see how Date likes being bitten and marked, with a hard knead and suck. ]
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Instead, he moves easily into Quincy's lap, his knees on either side of his hips as he slides against his waist. He doesn't fight the removal of his turtleneck either, letting it drop to the floor and showing his body in return. He's scarred up just a bit, the most significant being a snatch of scars on his right side. And there's a slight ring of discoloration around his neck, but those are the most notable things about his body.
He doesn't deter Quincy from kissing and biting at him, and though he does tense slightly as his mouth reaches his neck, he doesn't push him away. He just lets it happen and his breath hitches slightly at the bite to his throat. A groan follows after and Date does, indeed, like to be bitten. Likes to be marked. His hips rock against Quincy's in response, an aching feeling inside him for more. ]