The laugh that gets out of him echoes through both their minds.
Quentin's own patience is running thin. He hates to be the first one to show signs of a faltering willpower but Kyle has a penchant for pushing the buttons that leave him mewling when Kyle pulls away. He drops back to the pillow with a huff and tries not to touch himself. An ambitious effort that lasts about thirty seconds. Right up until he finds himself watching Kyle's adorably perky butt.
He drags a hand down Kyle's lower back and pulls himself across the mattress to look at everything his partner's squirrelled away in his bag. It's a sight that seems incredibly optimistic about their future.
He kisses Kyle's hip. You don't have to go too slow. I can take it. He promises.
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Quentin's own patience is running thin. He hates to be the first one to show signs of a faltering willpower but Kyle has a penchant for pushing the buttons that leave him mewling when Kyle pulls away. He drops back to the pillow with a huff and tries not to touch himself. An ambitious effort that lasts about thirty seconds. Right up until he finds himself watching Kyle's adorably perky butt.
He drags a hand down Kyle's lower back and pulls himself across the mattress to look at everything his partner's squirrelled away in his bag. It's a sight that seems incredibly optimistic about their future.
He kisses Kyle's hip. You don't have to go too slow. I can take it. He promises.