[Quentin... melts. There is no other word for it, how his body just goes warm all the way down to his toes. How his mouth just falls open and he's kissing back eagerly, inhaling sharply through his nose when the kiss turns a little dirty.]
I could, but...
[Leaves the tail end of the sentence hanging in the diminishing space between them as he pulls Eliot closer, deepening the kiss with both hands sliding up Eliot's naked back.]
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I could, but...
[Leaves the tail end of the sentence hanging in the diminishing space between them as he pulls Eliot closer, deepening the kiss with both hands sliding up Eliot's naked back.]