[ He catches them both on his elbows and still ends up with a mouthful of mud, nearly swallowed when he tries to protest that he’s no one’s girl—but Danny’s tongue is hotter than any other part of him that Quentin has touched so far. His palms slip in the wet soil, curse shudders out of him, hole clenches against Danny prying him open, and Quentin throws one muddied hand back to push at his hips. ]
Danny. Wait, here? If you— [ for ages, Danny said back at the castle, but this wasn’t how Quentin imagined their after happening. He pulls his knees close again, fingers pulsing around Danny’s wrist as he straightens up. When he looks over his shoulder, his eyes are lit, zadza crackling around his nostrils, the dark ring of his lips. ] If you need this, let’s go back. We can use my room, we can—find somewhere.
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Danny. Wait, here? If you— [ for ages, Danny said back at the castle, but this wasn’t how Quentin imagined their after happening. He pulls his knees close again, fingers pulsing around Danny’s wrist as he straightens up. When he looks over his shoulder, his eyes are lit, zadza crackling around his nostrils, the dark ring of his lips. ] If you need this, let’s go back. We can use my room, we can—find somewhere.