Me? You were hot with that long sexy beard. I never stopped wanting you either. Not a single day...
[The memories stung and flashed as love so deliberately painful it ached in every part of Eliot's body while he thought over his life with Quentin. His hands began to wander the body he knew in his sleep. Fingers crept over a dip here, and a shallow there. They mused over one of his sensitive spots, knowing that he could make his lover quiver and moan if he spent enough time brushing back and forth over and across his stomach and down his hip bone.
The magic of the butterflies wasn't needed, but it certainly set to light that which was already there. Eliot's mouth sought Quentin's neck as he spoke, scraping his teeth over the wet surface, licking up the little drops of water before he slowly began to mark the man as his with sucking bites. ]
Hmmmm. Thumos. It seems you've learned more than I have, but of course you would. who am I without you. I think we can figure out how to create intimacy between us.
[The yin to his yang, or visa versa, the other half to his soul, the other piece to his body, Q would always fit him perfect, and Eliot had known that from the start. It had taken what felt like an eternity for them to figure it out, but they had each other now, in youth and could live their lives once more in love. For this Eliot would slay any dragon, find any key, and go through a thousand deaths if he had to. ]
I'd love to see you in a waistcoat, but I still think this is better. [Eliot reached up and ran his fingers through Quentin's wet hair and pulled it back a bit roughly. ] Remember this. Remember who you will always belong to?
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[The memories stung and flashed as love so deliberately painful it ached in every part of Eliot's body while he thought over his life with Quentin. His hands began to wander the body he knew in his sleep. Fingers crept over a dip here, and a shallow there. They mused over one of his sensitive spots, knowing that he could make his lover quiver and moan if he spent enough time brushing back and forth over and across his stomach and down his hip bone.
The magic of the butterflies wasn't needed, but it certainly set to light that which was already there. Eliot's mouth sought Quentin's neck as he spoke, scraping his teeth over the wet surface, licking up the little drops of water before he slowly began to mark the man as his with sucking bites. ]
Hmmmm. Thumos. It seems you've learned more than I have, but of course you would. who am I without you. I think we can figure out how to create intimacy between us.
[The yin to his yang, or visa versa, the other half to his soul, the other piece to his body, Q would always fit him perfect, and Eliot had known that from the start. It had taken what felt like an eternity for them to figure it out, but they had each other now, in youth and could live their lives once more in love. For this Eliot would slay any dragon, find any key, and go through a thousand deaths if he had to. ]
I'd love to see you in a waistcoat, but I still think this is better. [Eliot reached up and ran his fingers through Quentin's wet hair and pulled it back a bit roughly. ] Remember this. Remember who you will always belong to?