him a soft kiss. “You want to go swimming now or save that for later?”
“Mmm... how will you distract me if we wait for later?” He put the basket aside and slid into Quincy’s lap, fingers working at Quincy’s buttons.
Quincy laughed again. “Oh, I think you’ve an idea or two of your own that are worth... exploring.”
“Me? Ideas?” Topaz leaned forward, licking idly at the hollow of Quincy’s throat.
“Umm, yeah.” Quincy’s head went back, giving him more neck to work with. Warm hands slid around his waist, Quincy’s thumbs stroking his back.
He pretended he was one of Daisy’s butterflies, licking and nuzzling, tongue lapping in tiny circles.
“Oh, feels so good, my sweet Starchild.” Quincy’s hands moved to tug at the buttons on his shirt, fingers lingering over the exposed skin.
“Mmm... Love you.” Topaz cuddled close, fingers finding Quincy’s nipples and stroking over them.
Quincy gasped, hips pushing up against him.
“You like that.” Topaz giggled, repeated the motion.”Yes!” Quincy’s hands pushed his shirt open and found his waist, holding tightly.
“Have you ever thought of decorating them? Making them hard and tight all the time. Making them so sensitive.” He scooted until he could get a nipple in his mouth.
“Oh God! I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate on anything else.” Quincy arched up into his mouth. “Would you like that?”
“I would like seeing if it made you hard, made you want.” He nipped a little, moaning. “Would you like it?””I don’t know. Maybe. It sounds... kinky.” Quincy’s hands tightened and moved over him restlessly. “I’d do it for you.”
“I’d only want you to do it for you.” Topaz moved back up, licking at Quincy’s lip. “I could do one of mine, if you want. See what you think.”
“Oh... oh, that would... yeah.” Quincy nodded, fingers finding his nipples and tugging. “We could each get one. For each other. Like. Well.” Quincy blushed. “Or not.””Like what?” He arched, back bowing at the sensations. He loved this man. So much.
“Well. I don’t know, like a promise kind of. Like rings if we were straight. And one of us was a chick.”
“Oh!” He met Quincy’s eyes, heart leaping. “You... you mean like a long-term promise?”
Quincy nodded. “I know we haven’t been together that long, Topaz, and I know the biggest reason I’ve been dumped in the past is coming on too strong and too needy, but... well you’re special, Topaz.” Quincy smiled softly. “I want you to know that.”
“Oh... Oh, Quincy. Yes.” Topaz nodded, the decision easy and immediate. Quincy had held his heart from the beginning. “You always let me know.”
“Cool. Let’s do it then.” Quincy’s eyes danced with happiness.
There. That was how those eyes were meant to look. Beautiful and bright and perfect.
“Love you.”
Quincy nodded. “Yeah. I love you, too, Starchild.”Topaz laughed, his joy so big he couldn’t hold it in, then settled into Quincy’s arms, singing softly. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
“Oh... that’s not the first time you’ve quoted me poetry.” Quincy put a kiss on top of his head. “Such a romantic.””I’m a fool, but I’m yours, if you’ll take me.”
“Not a fool,” Quincy murmured. “But mine -- I’ll have you.”
“Good.” He smiled up into those stunning eyes. “Wanna make love?”
“Yes. More than pretty much anything.”
“Oh, good.” He stood and reached for his soul mate. “Come to bed, Gemini. I need you.”
Quincy took his hand and took a kiss. “I need you, too, Starchild.”
“Then let’s go.” Laughing, they ran, clothes flying,
“Mmm... how will you distract me if we wait for later?” He put the basket aside and slid into Quincy’s lap, fingers working at Quincy’s buttons.
Quincy laughed again. “Oh, I think you’ve an idea or two of your own that are worth... exploring.”
“Me? Ideas?” Topaz leaned forward, licking idly at the hollow of Quincy’s throat.
“Umm, yeah.” Quincy’s head went back, giving him more neck to work with. Warm hands slid around his waist, Quincy’s thumbs stroking his back.
He pretended he was one of Daisy’s butterflies, licking and nuzzling, tongue lapping in tiny circles.
“Oh, feels so good, my sweet Starchild.” Quincy’s hands moved to tug at the buttons on his shirt, fingers lingering over the exposed skin.
“Mmm... Love you.” Topaz cuddled close, fingers finding Quincy’s nipples and stroking over them.
Quincy gasped, hips pushing up against him.
“You like that.” Topaz giggled, repeated the motion.”Yes!” Quincy’s hands pushed his shirt open and found his waist, holding tightly.
“Have you ever thought of decorating them? Making them hard and tight all the time. Making them so sensitive.” He scooted until he could get a nipple in his mouth.
“Oh God! I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate on anything else.” Quincy arched up into his mouth. “Would you like that?”
“I would like seeing if it made you hard, made you want.” He nipped a little, moaning. “Would you like it?””I don’t know. Maybe. It sounds... kinky.” Quincy’s hands tightened and moved over him restlessly. “I’d do it for you.”
“I’d only want you to do it for you.” Topaz moved back up, licking at Quincy’s lip. “I could do one of mine, if you want. See what you think.”
“Oh... oh, that would... yeah.” Quincy nodded, fingers finding his nipples and tugging. “We could each get one. For each other. Like. Well.” Quincy blushed. “Or not.””Like what?” He arched, back bowing at the sensations. He loved this man. So much.
“Well. I don’t know, like a promise kind of. Like rings if we were straight. And one of us was a chick.”
“Oh!” He met Quincy’s eyes, heart leaping. “You... you mean like a long-term promise?”
Quincy nodded. “I know we haven’t been together that long, Topaz, and I know the biggest reason I’ve been dumped in the past is coming on too strong and too needy, but... well you’re special, Topaz.” Quincy smiled softly. “I want you to know that.”
“Oh... Oh, Quincy. Yes.” Topaz nodded, the decision easy and immediate. Quincy had held his heart from the beginning. “You always let me know.”
“Cool. Let’s do it then.” Quincy’s eyes danced with happiness.
There. That was how those eyes were meant to look. Beautiful and bright and perfect.
“Love you.”
Quincy nodded. “Yeah. I love you, too, Starchild.”Topaz laughed, his joy so big he couldn’t hold it in, then settled into Quincy’s arms, singing softly. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
“Oh... that’s not the first time you’ve quoted me poetry.” Quincy put a kiss on top of his head. “Such a romantic.””I’m a fool, but I’m yours, if you’ll take me.”
“Not a fool,” Quincy murmured. “But mine -- I’ll have you.”
“Good.” He smiled up into those stunning eyes. “Wanna make love?”
“Yes. More than pretty much anything.”
“Oh, good.” He stood and reached for his soul mate. “Come to bed, Gemini. I need you.”
Quincy took his hand and took a kiss. “I need you, too, Starchild.”
“Then let’s go.” Laughing, they ran, clothes flying,
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