magic to make the sanest man go mad

Indie The Magicians by Lev Grossman and SYFY Multimuse. 18+ only.

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Julia. Quentin. Eliot. Alice. Kady.

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"Yours." The response is instant and breathless, a shudder going down his spine at the possessiveness that Q displays. He likes this side of him, Eliot likes seeing the confidence growing in his lover.

Once Q's lips are on his, Eliot's eyes flutter shut. and he returns the kiss. The kiss starting out slow and sensual, only to turn more and more desperate. The hunger that is poured into the kiss makes Eliot moan into Q's mouth, the sound muffled but still very apparent.

Fuck, Q's lips pressing kisses and bites to his skin is driving him insane. His cock aches to be touched, throbbing and steadily leaking pre-cum but he doesn't focus on that. Instead, he focuses on how good it feels to have Q's lips on his skin.

His back arches, pushing up into Q's mouth when he starts teasing his nipples with teeth and tongue and then comes the sharp sting of a harsh bite that makes Eliot cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves his body shuddering.

"Fuck. Do that again. Harder. I want to be covered in your marks, Q. I wanna mark you, too." He wants to bite at Quentin's flesh and scratch him while he's deep inside of him. These are thoughts for later because as soon as that demand comes, Eliot has no problem obeying.

Maybe some other time, he'd be more defiant, more bratty but he doesn't want to be too much right away. Instead, he'll be good for Q, and be more defiant later. Because there will be a later. Now that Eliot has him, he's not letting this be a one time thing.

"Yes sir." Eliot says teasingly, bringing his fingers to Quentin's hair, he threads his fingers and then tugs. Gentle at first. A playful action and then when he tugs again, it's harsh and sharper to leave a nice little tingle in Q's scalp. "Like that?"

The need is starting to grow and grow so Eliot finds himself rocking against Quentin, grinding his cock against him to seek out the friction and pleasure he so desperately craves. "You're driving me crazy."

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"Ye-yes, like that," Quentin says hotly, blushing and smiling at himself. He groans a little-too loud at Eliot tugging his hair, but holy fuck did it feel amazing.

Q was new at this whole top thing. He was usually....what was Julia called him... Pillow princess...yeah that, whatever that actually was.

But Eliot awakened a more dominate spirit in Q he never knew was there, until he watched Eliot take subjugation like it was his job. Then, it was all Q could think about.

Being called sir goes right to his dick.

Quentin rallies from feeling lightheaded from the tug on his scalp and gives Eliot's nipple one hard yank before biting down around it again, wincing only at little at the likelihood he was also hurting Eliot as much as pleasing him.

Maybe that was driving Quentin even further. He sucks Eliot's tit with all of his strength, then begins to bite down the taller man's gorgeous frame, harder and harder with each nibble on Eliot's flawless skin.

When he reaches Eliot's cock, Quentin felt nervous again, but he can hardly keep his mouth off the object of his fantasies, and dives ight in: taking Eliot's head into his mouth was glorious. It doesn't taste like dick, it tasts like Eliot, and that was even better.

He licks a long stripe up and down El's cock. When he found himself down at El's balls again, he gives them a bit of a rough nibble. God, making love to Eliot was truly something else.

And now he is so close to what he feels was his real prize: perhaps over eagerly, Quentin's nose trails down to the fine hairs of Eliot's pink rim and licks ever just so around it.

Quentin's breath catches.