( that's right. that's it, his, mine, good boy, good, good — )
Good girl.
( danny may not have the entity's gifts or blessing anymore, but as quentin's pale hand rucks up his shirt, touches his abdomen, that's all muscle he's groping, junkyard lean and unyielding, rippling like a snake mid-strike. the hand in his hair loosens, fingertips massaging his scalp gently, comfortingly raking through to the messy golden tips. his little wavy curls have always been cute, dishwater blond to match his baby blues.
he kisses him again, as a reward, sharp, breathless, curve of teeth clinking teeth. it might even be mistaken as an apology, for a few languorous seconds. mud splatters when danny upends their world, steering quentin by a fistful of hair, turning him so his back meets danny's front and following him all the way to the ground, forcing him to catch their combined weight on his hands or eat fucking dirt, literally. he wrenches his trousers into a loop around his knees, then hooks a thigh between his legs, spreading them into a quivering v. )
Fuck, that's my good girl. ( look at that pink cock, his taint like a landing strip for danny's tongue, leading him to his balls. he licks them once just to feel quentin twitch, pinches his thumbs into both ass cheeks and spreads him shamelessly. licks him there, too, on his tight hole, spitting messy as emphasis, half to slick him up and half to watch him clench. ) I knew you'd have a sweet pink cunt.
( danny's hands close bruising firm on quentin's hips, holding him steady while he ruts, fully clothed, against his pert little ass, cock sliding thick and muffled into his crease. his breath shivers into a vicious hiss through his teeth. )
Did you save it for me, baby? Did you let anyone in while I was gone?
( like that fucking cunt felipe. maybe danny will sleeve his cock down his throat once he's done with quentin, see how much dick that motherfucker can take. )
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Good girl.
( danny may not have the entity's gifts or blessing anymore, but as quentin's pale hand rucks up his shirt, touches his abdomen, that's all muscle he's groping, junkyard lean and unyielding, rippling like a snake mid-strike. the hand in his hair loosens, fingertips massaging his scalp gently, comfortingly raking through to the messy golden tips. his little wavy curls have always been cute, dishwater blond to match his baby blues.
he kisses him again, as a reward, sharp, breathless, curve of teeth clinking teeth. it might even be mistaken as an apology, for a few languorous seconds. mud splatters when danny upends their world, steering quentin by a fistful of hair, turning him so his back meets danny's front and following him all the way to the ground, forcing him to catch their combined weight on his hands or eat fucking dirt, literally. he wrenches his trousers into a loop around his knees, then hooks a thigh between his legs, spreading them into a quivering v. )
Fuck, that's my good girl. ( look at that pink cock, his taint like a landing strip for danny's tongue, leading him to his balls. he licks them once just to feel quentin twitch, pinches his thumbs into both ass cheeks and spreads him shamelessly. licks him there, too, on his tight hole, spitting messy as emphasis, half to slick him up and half to watch him clench. ) I knew you'd have a sweet pink cunt.
( danny's hands close bruising firm on quentin's hips, holding him steady while he ruts, fully clothed, against his pert little ass, cock sliding thick and muffled into his crease. his breath shivers into a vicious hiss through his teeth. )
Did you save it for me, baby? Did you let anyone in while I was gone?
( like that fucking cunt felipe. maybe danny will sleeve his cock down his throat once he's done with quentin, see how much dick that motherfucker can take. )