Yeah. Yeah, you can fix just about anything, huh? Don't worry about--oh-- [ For a second, based on the other half-transformed encounters he's had, Quentin worries that something awful is going to happen when Stephen grabs him. He thinks about teeth, about broken bones, about his own body going soft when it's riddled with built up zadza and how Stephen might phase through his skin and burn into his tendons.
[ The hot, plush press of lips into his palm tugs a knot in Quentin's gut that unravels in heavy coils. His nose pushes into Stephen's hair, jaw slackens. ] Fuck. That's--really--let's get you less.
[ His fingers slip down, around Stephen's cock in a snug fist, between his lips loosely and aimlessly--just to feel the soft of his tongue. ]
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[ The hot, plush press of lips into his palm tugs a knot in Quentin's gut that unravels in heavy coils. His nose pushes into Stephen's hair, jaw slackens. ] Fuck. That's--really--let's get you less.
[ His fingers slip down, around Stephen's cock in a snug fist, between his lips loosely and aimlessly--just to feel the soft of his tongue. ]