Devin's Musings.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

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Devin looked up at her, feeling boneless and weightless and just so relaxed. He ran his hands up her sides, his fingers stroking over her skin as she kissed along his face. His eyes closed and he let out a soft, content sound. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, sliding his hands down to rest on her hips. "I'm constantly amazed by you." And also by the fact that she was with him, but that wasn't as important.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

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Devin's head tilted back and he thrust into her mouth a few more times before coming with a broken moan. His hips stuttered and once he had completely worked through his orgasm, he pulled out of her mouth and fell back onto the bed. He raked his hands through his hair before blindly reaching down and getting a hold of her shoulders and pulling her up onto the bed with him.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

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She really was just trying to get him off crazy fast, with all the stuff she was doing. Devin kept his one hand firmly planted on the mattress, not trusting himself to stay upright if he didn't have that at least, and moved the other one into her hair. He certainly didn't need much convincing, all things considering, and he thrust his hips in rhythm with how she was bobbing around him. He moaned as he felt the back of her throat against his cock, and his hand fisted into the covers on his bed.

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Devin let her push and pull him until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he almost fell of when she took his cock so deep into her mouth without warning. "Fuckfuckfuck!" He'd started off so close to the brink anyway, if she was going to do stuff like that he was barely going to last at all. He quickly put his hands out on either side of himself, slightly back, to keep from sliding off the bed or falling backward against it. His hips jerked involuntarily, needing some kind of movement.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

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Devin crawled up over her, his mouth meeting hers in a less than finesse filled kiss. He didn't care how messy it was, and apparently she didn't either. That made it good. He felt like he was practically throbbing after everything else, and it was on the verge of painful. So when she asked what he wanted, he just about groaned. No matter what, he knew he wasn't going to last that long. "Your mouth," he mumbled, nipping at her jaw and adding as an afterthought, "please."

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Devin's tongue stroked her through her orgasm, and he was just about gone himself from how fast everything was happening. But then her voice was bringing him back around, and she was telling him that it wasn't all that great anymore. Well, it was too much, at least. He caught his fingers in the cord of the vibrator, carefully pulling it out. Once he had it, he looked down at the remote and found the button to turn it off, and he kissed her hip lightly.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

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The way she was tugging on his hair really wasn't helping. Devin's shoulders propped up under her legs and he let his tongue thrust into her, moaning with the vibrations that came across him. It was all kind of sensory overload, but in the best possible way. His hands stayed pushing down on her hips, as he let his tongue work over and into her, his hips absently grinding against his bed in an attempt to get some sort of relief for the tension and build up he was feeling.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

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Well that was good. Devin pushed gently on the vibrator, moving it inside of her, pressing it in deeper with his fingers before pulling them out. He leaned down and closed his mouth over her, his tongue flicking against her clit. A moan broke from low in his throat as he felt the vibrations against his mouth, and he pressed his palms down against her hips. Oh fuck, he hadn't realized he would be able to feel it like that, and it felt really good. He ran his tongue along her in long, slow strokes, savoring the sensation.

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Okay, he hadn't meant to scare her. He honestly didn't know what that would feel like, so he was just hoping that it was good? Her immediate reaction made him kind of doubt that it was, but then she was moaning and that changed his mind. He circled the vibrator around her clit before sliding it back against her entrance, pressing it in lightly, just barely, watching her for some sort of reaction, either good or bad.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

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Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

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Devin kissed along her torso, smirking softly as she pushed her hips up against him. "Bossy," he murmured, tilting his head up as her fingers ran through his hair. He shifted back, pressing his mouth against the inside of her thigh and slowly working his way up her leg. "I have a present for you," he said, sucking lightly at her skin and flicking his tongue against it. He got up to the crease of her hip and grazed his teeth against hit.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

Quinn smiled up at Devin before their lips pressed together. She had to wiggle and maneuver herself around to get her legs out from under her body as Devin pushed her back against the bed. Quinn snaked her arms up and around Devin’s neck to pull him closer. “We’re still wearing too much.” She mumbled against his lips. Her hands started to trail down Devin’s back to the waistband of his boxer briefs. She moved her hands to his hips and pushes the waistband down a little, hoping he’d get the hint.

Devin let her pull him in closer, his teeth grazing against her lips. "Mmmhm," he murmured against her mouth, using his one hand to support his weight as he ran the other down her side, catching his thumb in the waistband of her panties. He leaned back onto his heels so he could tug them down her legs, pulling them off all the way and trailing his hands up her legs slowly. "That's better," he said, leaning back down and pressing a kiss to her stomach.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

“It would be kind of amazing if you could.” Quinn giggled and went back to playing the fringe on her panties. She watched as he finished undoing his belt. “Can we, like, not mention your friends while I’m almost naked?” Quinn raised an eyebrow at Devin. As soon as his pants were off, her expression changed. She had to physically stop herself from letting her jaw drop. Devin had that effect on her every time. Quinn swallowed the saliva that was trying to pool in her mouth and leaned back up on her knees, moving towards him. “Pink looks good on you.” She murmured, reaching out to grab him around the waist.

"Sorry, I'll avoid it in the future," Devin said, chuckling under his breath. He really hadn't meant to turn their attention to Colton, or anyone else, it's just that he'd honestly tried to set a record for that less than week prior. His arms slipped around her as she moved back up closer to him. "Not as good as it looks on you," he said, dipping his head down and pressing his mouth against hers. He leaned down over her, lowering her back down onto the mattress as he crawled onto the bed over her.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

“Oh hush, you.” Quinn stuck her tongue out at Devin. She started to play with the lace fringe on her panties to distract herself from the Bruce Almighty images. She looked up when Devin spoke again, her eyes wide. “No! I wasn’t laughing at you!” Quinn felt kind of bad now, especially if he was serious. “It’s just, I had the picture in my head of that scene in Bruce Almighty when he whips all his clothes off, and I thought of you doing that. That’s what made me laugh.”

Devin watched her, his hands still on the waistband of his pants. He raised an eyebrow when she spoke, and his expression slowly softened as she explained why she had been laughing. "If only I could, Quinn," he said, a wry grin twisting at his lips. "Colton can do close to that. He's trying to make some sort of world record for how fast he can take his clothes off." He unfastened his pants and pushed them down his legs, kicking them off.

Quinn/Devin -- Valentine's Day

Quinn sat back on her heels again. “You should hurry up.” She murmured. “Because the sooner you’re naked, the better for both of us.” Quinn smirked at Devin as she watched him pull off his cardigan. She could watch him strip all day, the way his amazing body was reveled so tantalizingly slowly. At that moment the scene from Bruce Almighty popped into her head and Quinn had to stifle her laughter at the image of Devin throwing his hands back and all of his clothes falling from his body.

"Oh sure, I should hurry up," Devin said, rolling his eyes. "Not like you could help or anything, no..." He undid the buttons of his shirt, tugging it off and dropping it to the floor before going to work on his belt. Really, he should have just worn a sweater, something with no buttons or fastenings, but he hadn't thought of that before. But then Quinn was trying not to laugh, and he paused, looking at her. "Okay, it's really not nice to do that when I'm taking my clothes off."