He does actually find himself squirming before long, and when Quentin pushes him back he goes reluctantly just because he was enjoying the warmth. "Okay," he says, eyes turned up and head tipped back so that for a moment everything is just flowers. He closes his eyes and wonders if that oleander blossom he'd had pressed to his shirt has fallen somewhere.
He opens his eyes again and sits up just a bit so he can see Quentin. He can imagine it easily enough: he wants him to touch him, and to pay attention to the head of his cock with his clever tongue. The mental image alone makes him shiver.
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He does actually find himself squirming before long, and when Quentin pushes him back he goes reluctantly just because he was enjoying the warmth. "Okay," he says, eyes turned up and head tipped back so that for a moment everything is just flowers. He closes his eyes and wonders if that oleander blossom he'd had pressed to his shirt has fallen somewhere.
He opens his eyes again and sits up just a bit so he can see Quentin. He can imagine it easily enough: he wants him to touch him, and to pay attention to the head of his cock with his clever tongue. The mental image alone makes him shiver.