Yeah. Yeah, I've got a washroom, you can just--c'mere.
[ The washroom only has a basin; the kitchen features the running water, so Quentin gestures Stephen that way, cranking the faucet on before stepping out of the way. The water is cold. When Stephen has his hands under the flow, Quentin's find their place (boldly, particularly for how fiercely his stomach flutters, less like butterflies than like a crow in a cage) at his waist. Quentin bows his mouth below Stephen's neck, at the spot where his spine starts to round out for his ribs. ]
I won't touch the stuff. [ He assures, quick and quiet, long fingers following the waistband to the tie of Stephen's trousers. He's deft with the knot. If he's careful, he can jimmy the garment down around Stephen's knees without touching the ooze. His breath puffs warm down the back of Stephen's shirt. ]
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[ The washroom only has a basin; the kitchen features the running water, so Quentin gestures Stephen that way, cranking the faucet on before stepping out of the way. The water is cold. When Stephen has his hands under the flow, Quentin's find their place (boldly, particularly for how fiercely his stomach flutters, less like butterflies than like a crow in a cage) at his waist. Quentin bows his mouth below Stephen's neck, at the spot where his spine starts to round out for his ribs. ]
I won't touch the stuff. [ He assures, quick and quiet, long fingers following the waistband to the tie of Stephen's trousers. He's deft with the knot. If he's careful, he can jimmy the garment down around Stephen's knees without touching the ooze. His breath puffs warm down the back of Stephen's shirt. ]