<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">If it hadn't been clear enough, it certainly became clearer then as Quinn molded against him, pressing a rapidly stiffening erection against his hips. He wore his lust very plainly - which was just as well, for Mikkel was in a similar state. Although an endlessly patient man, there was only so much restraint he could show when faced with an attractive, enthusiastic man grinding against his lower body. Quinn wanted him. Badly, it seemed. And that in itself was rather intoxicating.<br/>
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He watched as those nimble fingers made quick work of removing his pale shirt, leaving Quinn's lithe upper body in plain view. Though Mikkel stepped back, it wasn't far. Only far enough to drop his gaze, drinking in the sight of that toned physique with the discerning eye of a man keen on dissecting the details of beautiful things. Quinn was that and then some.<br/>
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The other man's hands went for his vest, and though he asked permission, he certainly didn't wait for it. For right then, Mikkel allowed him to work, waiting until the supple fabric of his vest to fall open before reaching for the man's wrists, gathering them into one hand and drawing them over his head. He used a swift display of force in pinning them to the wall above him, his grip unyielding, just shy of bruising, though Quinn would no doubt feel the imprint of fingertips digging into his flesh for some hours thereafter.<br/>
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"I will be presumptuous enough for the both of us then," he husked, a thin layer of his gentlemanly veneer sloughing off like dead skin. Leaning in, he bore down on Quinn not unlike a hungry wolf, using the advantage of his greater height to cast a domineering shadow over him. "I thought quite a bit of having you like this. Half dressed. Hard." A free hand sought Quinn's chest and skated downward, lower and lower, until his palm found the prominent bulge in his pants and closed around it, offering a firm, direct pressure. "<i>Eager</i>..."</span>