he suppresses the urge to pout when quentin pulls away from his lips, adjusting his hands in the otherâs hair and nodding softly. sometimes, more often than not, jeremy forgets about prep, about stretching him out so it doesnât hurt as much. forgive him, he just gets so caught up in the moment sometimes that his mind canât be bothered to think about that. but thank god for quentin â otherwise heâd probably always be in pain. so he makes a small noise when he feels the finger working into him, his head falling onto the elderâs shoulder as he nods. âmore.â he says after heâs adjusted to one, eager for more more more until he feels heâs sufficiently prepped for quentin. â it feels good.â
   he nods at the request but still keeps to the one finger for a moment. he canât rush this, canât let the feelings of wanted to go quicker seep into his mind. he has to enjoy this, has to let jeremy completely ease into it before he knows that he can go quicker. so when he feels jeremy is completely satisfied with one, heâs adding in another and listening to the noises his kitten makes. he wants to hear him purr, wants to feel the little vibrations and wants to watch the boys eyes crinkle and his nose go up because he just canât take it anymore. itâs an odd request, sure, but itâs something quentin adores to see. âyouâre so beautiful, kitten. you know that, right?â it comes out of nowhere, sure, but it needs to be said. he doesnât get to say it enough, especially at times like this, so heâll take full advantage of it.
















