[ Quincyās fingers trace up the slope of Dateās 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 Quincyās lips move to kiss from Dateās palm to his fingers.
He doesnāt say anything else as he laces their fingers together and leads Date past one of those doors. Itās a small but warm bedroom, rich with the scent of man timber and smoke, notes that Quincyās 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 Dateās shirt up and over his head so at theyāre equally matched, both shirtless, allowing Quincy the freedom to explore. Though his erection presses against Dateās groin, hot and insistent, thereās little urgency in the way Quincy touches. Unable to feel Date last time, heās hungry to make up for what was lost.
Rough fingertips slide over the small of Dateās 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 ā 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. ]
[ Close like this, it would be difficult to miss that tension. Quincy remains gentle, licking that new hickey before pressing small kisses along that ring of discoloration. He doesnāt know what happened, doesnāt ask. His palm slides over that mottling of scars so fingertips can trace along them as well, offering affection to these places that speak of past hurt.
His mouth moves to the curve of Dateās shoulder. Again, Quincy bites, sucking color into a new spot as his hand tugs at the fastenings of Dateās pants. Peel them open and then slide inside; those exploring fingers smooth down over his abdomen, trace his adonis belt, and then sneak beneath fabric. They curl around Dateās cock for a few slow strokes. ]
Tell me how you want to be fucked. [ he gazes up at date from beneath a veil of lashes, eyes dark with want, ] Gentleā¦ roughā¦ on your knees, or on your backā¦ how do you like it?
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He doesnāt say anything else as he laces their fingers together and leads Date past one of those doors. Itās a small but warm bedroom, rich with the scent of
mantimber and smoke, notes that Quincyās 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 Dateās shirt up and over his head so at theyāre equally matched, both shirtless, allowing Quincy the freedom to explore. Though his erection presses against Dateās groin, hot and insistent, thereās little urgency in the way Quincy touches. Unable to feel Date last time, heās hungry to make up for what was lost.
Rough fingertips slide over the small of Dateās 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. ]
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His mouth moves to the curve of Dateās shoulder. Again, Quincy bites, sucking color into a new spot as his hand tugs at the fastenings of Dateās pants. Peel them open and then slide inside; those exploring fingers smooth down over his abdomen, trace his adonis belt, and then sneak beneath fabric. They curl around Dateās cock for a few slow strokes. ]
Tell me how you want to be fucked. [ he gazes up at date from beneath a veil of lashes, eyes dark with want, ] Gentleā¦ roughā¦ on your knees, or on your backā¦ how do you like it?