moment before he brought his mouth down on Quinn's, his lips hungry and his tongue demanding, fucking Quinn's mouth in time with his hips. A loud moan erupted from the back of his throat as he spilled between their bodies, his ass clenching around Quinn's cock.
At that moment Quinn couldn't have stopped his orgasm even if he tried. His arms still held Nate close, his fingers digging into his ribs. White hot pleasure rushed through Quinn’s body momentarily blinding him from the world around him.
“Damn, that was hot,” Nate murmured against Quinn's skin. His face was buried in the crook of Quinn's neck as his body still shivered with post orgasmic bliss. Quinn caressed Nate’s back feeling velvety, damp skin under the tips of his fingers. His cock twitched inside Nate, trying to squeeze the last drops of pleasure before it slipped out.
“Shower?” Quinn asked reluctantly, not really willing to let go of Nate long enough to get to the bathroom.
“I can barely stand up, let alone fuck in the shower.” Nate straightened in his lap, his hands still clasped behind Quinn's neck as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.
Quinn chuckled softly against his lips. “I didn't say fuck in the shower.”
“You think I’ll have you naked and wet in front of me and not sex you up?”
Nate’s sincerely shocked expression made Quinn laugh, a deep belly laugh he hadn’t felt tickle his body in a long time.
They settled on making do with a warm washcloth for now, snuggling back on the couch in front of the fire. It glowed and crackled, warming their naked bodies and relaxing their minds. Quinn felt drunk, his brain covered in a lustful, joyous fog even though he’d only had a few sips of his cocktail. Then again, alcohol wasn’t the reason why he felt dizzy with happiness. It was Nate. He was drunk on Nate.
“How about some cake?” Quinn said, glancing at the slices still sitting untouched on the table. Nate snorted, but didn't move to lift his head off Quinn's chest. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want to try some cake? I know I’m dying to taste your cake... That delicious, plump, soft cake...”
Nate’s shoulders were shaking with laughter as he slapped Quinn's chest playfully. “Stop! Please, stop. You’re so bad at this.” The huge grin on Nate’s face said otherwise. Quinn had achieved exactly what he was going for.
Nate turned and reached for a plate, placing it on Quinn's chest.
“We don’t have any spoons,” Quinn observed. Nate grinned impishly at him, propping his head on his elbow.
Dragging a finger through the chocolate icing, Nate offered it to Quinn who didn't hesitate to suck it into his mouth. The rich, creamy chocolate exploded on his tongue and he moaned, sucking harder on Nate’s finger.
“Who needs a spoon?” Nate said in a husky, sexy voice, watching Quinn with hooded eyes.
“Not me.”
Nate smirked, claiming his finger back only to dip it in the icing again, dabbing Quinn's lower lip with it. Leaning in, he licked it off, a soft moan escaping his lips before he kissed the rest of the icing away.
They finished the cake in a messy tangle of fingers, lips, tongues and teeth. By the time the plate was clean both Nate and Quinn were a sticky, chocolate mess.
“I think a shower is inevitable now,” Quinn said, making Nate groan. “Come on. Get that perky ass of yours off me and go start the water.” With one final kiss, Nate obeyed.
* * * * *
The water ran down Nate’s back, dropping into a little waterfall at the curve of his ass. Quinn lathered his body with his hands, spreading the suds evenly all over his skin, rubbing at the knots in his muscles. Nate relaxed against him, his wet hair tickling his chin. A deep, content sigh escaped his lips as he dropped his head on Quinn's shoulder, completely surrendering into his arms.
Quinn continued his sensual massage on Nate’s soapy skin, placing little kisses on his neck, his jaw, his ear. Having
At that moment Quinn couldn't have stopped his orgasm even if he tried. His arms still held Nate close, his fingers digging into his ribs. White hot pleasure rushed through Quinn’s body momentarily blinding him from the world around him.
“Damn, that was hot,” Nate murmured against Quinn's skin. His face was buried in the crook of Quinn's neck as his body still shivered with post orgasmic bliss. Quinn caressed Nate’s back feeling velvety, damp skin under the tips of his fingers. His cock twitched inside Nate, trying to squeeze the last drops of pleasure before it slipped out.
“Shower?” Quinn asked reluctantly, not really willing to let go of Nate long enough to get to the bathroom.
“I can barely stand up, let alone fuck in the shower.” Nate straightened in his lap, his hands still clasped behind Quinn's neck as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.
Quinn chuckled softly against his lips. “I didn't say fuck in the shower.”
“You think I’ll have you naked and wet in front of me and not sex you up?”
Nate’s sincerely shocked expression made Quinn laugh, a deep belly laugh he hadn’t felt tickle his body in a long time.
They settled on making do with a warm washcloth for now, snuggling back on the couch in front of the fire. It glowed and crackled, warming their naked bodies and relaxing their minds. Quinn felt drunk, his brain covered in a lustful, joyous fog even though he’d only had a few sips of his cocktail. Then again, alcohol wasn’t the reason why he felt dizzy with happiness. It was Nate. He was drunk on Nate.
“How about some cake?” Quinn said, glancing at the slices still sitting untouched on the table. Nate snorted, but didn't move to lift his head off Quinn's chest. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you want to try some cake? I know I’m dying to taste your cake... That delicious, plump, soft cake...”
Nate’s shoulders were shaking with laughter as he slapped Quinn's chest playfully. “Stop! Please, stop. You’re so bad at this.” The huge grin on Nate’s face said otherwise. Quinn had achieved exactly what he was going for.
Nate turned and reached for a plate, placing it on Quinn's chest.
“We don’t have any spoons,” Quinn observed. Nate grinned impishly at him, propping his head on his elbow.
Dragging a finger through the chocolate icing, Nate offered it to Quinn who didn't hesitate to suck it into his mouth. The rich, creamy chocolate exploded on his tongue and he moaned, sucking harder on Nate’s finger.
“Who needs a spoon?” Nate said in a husky, sexy voice, watching Quinn with hooded eyes.
“Not me.”
Nate smirked, claiming his finger back only to dip it in the icing again, dabbing Quinn's lower lip with it. Leaning in, he licked it off, a soft moan escaping his lips before he kissed the rest of the icing away.
They finished the cake in a messy tangle of fingers, lips, tongues and teeth. By the time the plate was clean both Nate and Quinn were a sticky, chocolate mess.
“I think a shower is inevitable now,” Quinn said, making Nate groan. “Come on. Get that perky ass of yours off me and go start the water.” With one final kiss, Nate obeyed.
* * * * *
The water ran down Nate’s back, dropping into a little waterfall at the curve of his ass. Quinn lathered his body with his hands, spreading the suds evenly all over his skin, rubbing at the knots in his muscles. Nate relaxed against him, his wet hair tickling his chin. A deep, content sigh escaped his lips as he dropped his head on Quinn's shoulder, completely surrendering into his arms.
Quinn continued his sensual massage on Nate’s soapy skin, placing little kisses on his neck, his jaw, his ear. Having
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