[It was as if the dew was there to heighten their senses and draw in sharp relief that which was already tuned to a precise key. Eliot knew every note to play, and had strung this body out in ways natural and depraved, but to come back to this, to be brought back to this rite of passage was a scared rite between the pair of them.
He was suddenly hyper aware of how lucky he, Eliot was that it was him that stumbled upon Quentin here in this dewy little spot instead of another. The way the butterflies cast their fairy dust around for all to succumb to, it could have easily have been any other taking Quentin's first time once more. It would have shattered Eliot to have lost that moment between them.
It made the steps between them now, even more hallowed. He almost thanked the Lady for this while he slipped his finger along slick muscled walls, working it with a knowledge of body and mind. Pinning the finger this way and that, Eliot opened his beloved with two fingers and then a triangle of them, taking the storm passed from his lover's body and quelling it within the harbor of his own until they were able to be come two in one. ]
Fuck. Finally. [He sighed, and moved himself over Quentin's damp body, lapping at the valley's of his hips, sucking up pools of salty water to quench his thirst on his way to finding the source of his truest salvation and where he found the source of his soul, the heart that beat within his body when their lips met once more. ]
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He was suddenly hyper aware of how lucky he, Eliot was that it was him that stumbled upon Quentin here in this dewy little spot instead of another. The way the butterflies cast their fairy dust around for all to succumb to, it could have easily have been any other taking Quentin's first time once more. It would have shattered Eliot to have lost that moment between them.
It made the steps between them now, even more hallowed. He almost thanked the Lady for this while he slipped his finger along slick muscled walls, working it with a knowledge of body and mind. Pinning the finger this way and that, Eliot opened his beloved with two fingers and then a triangle of them, taking the storm passed from his lover's body and quelling it within the harbor of his own until they were able to be come two in one. ]
Fuck. Finally. [He sighed, and moved himself over Quentin's damp body, lapping at the valley's of his hips, sucking up pools of salty water to quench his thirst on his way to finding the source of his truest salvation and where he found the source of his soul, the heart that beat within his body when their lips met once more. ]