Hips stutter, thigh flexing frantically under Quentin's hold as Stephen's neck cranes, the low whine curling out of him caught suddenly behind a stop in his throat. A trap for all the sound he doesn't make for the few startled seconds between knowing it's over and the end crashing in.
Quentin's request is so easy to grant. He stops holding on.
In spite of himself, a slick hand abandons its grip on the counter as it hits him, reaches back to clamp over Quentin's hip. His fingers dig and not for the first time the pain from damaged nerves drips sparks into flame. All that suspended sound leaves him in a shout as he drives abruptly forward, seeking every last twist of that deft fist while he spills over, shout petering into choked little shudders that time with the seeping pulse of his cock.
All his too-taut muscles unwind at once. It takes his last scrap of wherewithal to clutch with the hand still locked over the sink edge in case he needs to take back the weight he's just abandoned almost entirely to Quentin's support.
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Quentin's request is so easy to grant. He stops holding on.
In spite of himself, a slick hand abandons its grip on the counter as it hits him, reaches back to clamp over Quentin's hip. His fingers dig and not for the first time the pain from damaged nerves drips sparks into flame. All that suspended sound leaves him in a shout as he drives abruptly forward, seeking every last twist of that deft fist while he spills over, shout petering into choked little shudders that time with the seeping pulse of his cock.
All his too-taut muscles unwind at once. It takes his last scrap of wherewithal to clutch with the hand still locked over the sink edge in case he needs to take back the weight he's just abandoned almost entirely to Quentin's support.