[Damp grass flushed between Eliot's toes and he sighed a tone of relief. Dizzying pangs of some of the harshest desire he'd ever known threw themselves up against the fiberous tones of his being. There was barely breath between the melding of his mouth to that which he needed most in this springtime of a daydream. Eliot's hands swept over Quentin's body and kept him pressed in tight, never letting space form beneath them as they stumbled and he pulled the younger male to his knees in the quiet bower. ]

I'm not letting you go. I did that once, and no.. not again. Fuck no.

[Turning, Eliot lowered Quentin into the humid splints of greenery that cradled them. If only his magicks were enough to procure that which he needed from nothing. Bringing his lips back to Q's he supped and licked and pricked with his teeth until he could taste the copper of love that he'd bled from the other so many times before now.

It pained him that it would be like this now. Closing his eyes, Eliot reached down between them and rubbed his hand over Quentin's hard length, draping his fingers in the dripping need that coated his tip.]

Beloved, it's, this will hurt. You're a damn virgin again, but I can't hold myself from you for too long, and there's not ... damnit.

[The threesome had been the other way around, and now here he was without everything he needed, it was a needle beneath his skin that he would draw such pain from his love, even though he knew there was a part of the other that would crave the distorted need.]