He felt the pull as firm, domineering fingers entangled themselves in the silken locks of his hair. Twisting like smooth threads around dancing digits, it was easy for Quinn to acquiesce, to follow as Mikkel tugged and directed. Clearly the older man was used to taking things slow, to being patient and savoring while Quinn was all to ready to go, go,<i>go. </i>Not so with the doctor. As his dark eyes stared along the length of his companion's engorged sex, he thought perhaps he could adjust to this unfamiliar pace. A quiet, petulant whisper secretly hoped Mikkel wasn't the incessantly teasing sort, for<i>that</i>would certainly test the limits of the young, libidinous man's tolerance.<br/><br/>The young man looked up to Mikkel from his knelt position, eyes wide as he smiled, slowly opening his mouth to receive. Confident fingers wrapped around the base of the surgeon's shaft, squeezing gently as coral lips enveloped the tip of Mikkel's cock, encasing him in eager, warm moisture. "Mmmmmmm," Quinn hummed, subtle vibrations coming to kiss the swollen crown. On the ever-growing list of Quinn's many attributes, shyness was not present here. He took Mikkel into his mouth as readily as he had his tight and unpracticed entrance, only this time sans extensive preparation.<br/><br/>The young man didn't mind the taste of latex on Mikkel's length. Neither did he mind the way the doctor's fingers felt as they clenched at the hair on his scalp. His tongue glided against the soft tip, tasting the sweet evidence of his arousal. As the young artist became more comfortable with the instrument of pleasure between his lips, he grew brave, slowly taking in more of the doctor's impressive cock until he pressed against the back of his throat. His free hand dug into the sharp bone of Mikkel's hip as Quinn massaged his date with fingers, lips and tongue, still looking up with those expectant brown eyes, daring Mikkel to do anything other than moan just for him.