[ He doesn't need the personal space. If it was a matter of keeping personal space or keeping his friends (keeping Danny, keeping Danny), he burn the first in a heartbeat. Quentin's eyes flutter closed as fingers catch his chin, lips split with a grin until Danny presses into them. The threat escapes him. The promise glows too golden in his chest.
[ His low hum shows off pleasure, agreement, hunger as he tips into the attention. Breathes deep into his stomach so his body swells into and sinks against Danny, rewards the next nip at his lip with sucking Danny's between his teeth more harshly. Knuckles skitter down his cheek, follow the stubble down his throat. There's a fleck of mud there, but Quentin just scrubs it off and sinks both hands into Danny's hair--tilts his head to tongue eagerly into his mouth. ]
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[ His low hum shows off pleasure, agreement, hunger as he tips into the attention. Breathes deep into his stomach so his body swells into and sinks against Danny, rewards the next nip at his lip with sucking Danny's between his teeth more harshly. Knuckles skitter down his cheek, follow the stubble down his throat. There's a fleck of mud there, but Quentin just scrubs it off and sinks both hands into Danny's hair--tilts his head to tongue eagerly into his mouth. ]