The doctor's sensuality was refreshing. Intimate and tactile, Mikkel appreciated every nuanced movement, every unique taste. He seemed to enjoy the young man's body with every sense. He stared, touched, smelled, listened,<i>tasted</i>. Drawing out the enjoyment as long as Quinn would allow, and perhaps a few beats beyond even that. Quinn was left gasping as the surgeon caught a bit of ivory skin between his teeth, tugging playfully. Had it been anyone else, Quinn might have interrupted their assault of his perfect skin.<i>No marking. No hickeys, no bruises, no scrapes or cuts. My skin shall remain unmarred. Do you understand? </i>He had made similar demands before. Old boyfriends, former weekend lovers. The thought of being left with a visible reminder of his dalliances had never appealed to Quinn in the slightest. And yet...<br/><br/>He tilted his head, exposing more of his throat to Mikkel. He<i>can mark if he likes, </i>Quinn thought, smiling. What was it about this man that seemed to make Quinn's resolve melt into a puddle at his feet as if it were nothing more than a ball of wax susceptible to the doctor's heat?<br/><br/>Mikkel's lips against his ear sent tremors racing through him. "A man would do well to welcome a little bit of filth into his life," Quinn teased, pumping the lengths pressed between their bodies. The fires raging between them seemed to only grow since leaving the erotically charged dining room, feeding on the palpable lust cleaving each man to the other.<br/><br/>Waiting for Mikkel to prepare himself for entry was almost comical, though Quinn kept his amusement to himself. Above him, Mikkel was beautiful. Lean torso, lovely face. A man and body Quinn could see himself entertaining for many future evenings. Though their chemical reaction must be halted, if only momentarily, for<i>safety</i>. It was what Quinn would have wanted, shoving a little bit of reality into their dirty fairy tale, but still wonderfully absurd. Quinn waited, sweet and patient, grinning and taking his lower lip between his teeth only when Mikkel's mundane task was completed and they could return to their evening.<br/><br/>Fingers grasped, snatching at the cover of one of Mikkel's pillows and pulling it to him as the doctor aligned himself. He placed the pillow behind his head and settled. He watched to watch. To witness the doctor's face the first time his cock penetrated his body, to stare at the rhythmic flexing of his abdomen as he pressed himself deeper inside. He hooked his leg around Mikkel's waist, holding there, not being so pushy as he was with his lover's fingers.<br/><br/>Maintaining a high degree of focus wasn't so easy as Mikkel began to push. Quinn gasped, clutching at the bedspread beneath him as Mikkel stretched that sweet ring of muscle. Even with Mikkel's considerate preparation, Quinn's backside stung considerably as the doctor's girth tested the limits of Quinn's comfort, but the young man minded little. The initial pain was a joy. He felt enlivened, body set aflame as Mikkel descended an inch. And another. And another. And another...<br/><br/><i>Almost</i>. Quinn felt himself stretched wide, and Mikkel was only<i>almost</i>there? The young man looked up at Mikkel now, lips parted and eyes dark, half-lidded, sultry. His hooked leg was impatient now, pulling at Mikkel, eager. "Don't be shy," Quinn whispered, hiking up his hips. "I want<i>everything.</i>"