It's as impossible to believe as it warms him to hear and he draws Kyle's lower lip into mouth before he can get away.
"Of course I have," he sighs, smiling when he can feel Kyle's stiff cock press against his belly. "Uh huh..." he agrees more easily with that request than he ever agrees with anything, but rather than keep talking he draws Kyle in with another kiss and another until their foreheads rest together and room around the bed they share falls dark. The shuttering sound of an old timey projection occurs somewhere in the dark and where the head of their bed once was there's now a grainy screen playing back Quentin's dirtiest thoughts like some kind of grindhouse theatre.
On screen he wrestles Kyle to the bed only to be held down and kissed obscenely. In one moment he's wrapped snugly around the man nestled tightly between his thighs and in the next he's gasping into a pillow while Kyle's hips slap roughly against his ass. The scenes are brief but frequent and snap unexpectedly between point-of-view shots, wide angles and graphic close ups. Some of them plucked from memory. Some wholly imagined. No matter what position thought the feeling is the same— heady and humid and drunk and wanting.
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"Of course I have," he sighs, smiling when he can feel Kyle's stiff cock press against his belly. "Uh huh..." he agrees more easily with that request than he ever agrees with anything, but rather than keep talking he draws Kyle in with another kiss and another until their foreheads rest together and room around the bed they share falls dark. The shuttering sound of an old timey projection occurs somewhere in the dark and where the head of their bed once was there's now a grainy screen playing back Quentin's dirtiest thoughts like some kind of grindhouse theatre.
On screen he wrestles Kyle to the bed only to be held down and kissed obscenely. In one moment he's wrapped snugly around the man nestled tightly between his thighs and in the next he's gasping into a pillow while Kyle's hips slap roughly against his ass. The scenes are brief but frequent and snap unexpectedly between point-of-view shots, wide angles and graphic close ups. Some of them plucked from memory. Some wholly imagined. No matter what position thought the feeling is the same— heady and humid and drunk and wanting.