<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">If one thing could have been said of Mikkel, it was that he loved a challenge. In the past, he had entertained his fair share of lovers, the majority of whom had folded without much effort on his part. A bit of pressure and they could concede to his whims. On occasion, he found that quite appealing - but not always. He often found a partner's passive demeanor in bed to be something of a novelty; enjoyable, but not satisfying in the long term. No, he greatly preferred those who gave a little pushback, or at least a bit <i>more</i>.<br/>
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Quinn fit his expectations beautifully. He would yield to his wishes in the end, of that Mikkel was certain, but not without ample contribution to the passionate atmosphere they had created. By no means was he laying there quietly and reacting. No, he was wriggling on the proverbial hook, enticing Mikkel the whole way, stoking the fire between them until it raged beneath the skin. The resulting heat did well in giving the doctor an undeniable desire to devour him whole. He was nothing if not a possessive man, and damn if he didn't want to possess Quinn.<br/>
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Long legs locked around his hips, drawing him in, and Mikkel all but rumbled with lust as he craned over the other man, fingers digging into his hips. "When you phrase it that way," he replied coolly, "I find it very difficult to tell you no."<br/>
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Leaning up, Mikkel untangled Quinn's shapely legs from around him, whereupon he began undressing him properly. Divesting him of shoes, trousers, and briefs until he laid bare, on full display for a pair of increasingly hungry eyes. The surgeon drank him in, from his shape of his slim frame to the pale hue of his flesh. He was undoubtedly lovely. Mikkel wondered, albeit briefly, how well that lovely bone structure might translate onto paper - or another medium, perhaps...<br/>
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Moving away, Mikkel reached for the bedside table, shuffling past an item or two until he found a palm-sized bottle of lubricant and a packet of condoms. No one could have ever accused him of being ill-prepared. "Something tells me you wouldn't entirely mind if I was a bit rough with you," he mentioned, slicking his fingers with lube. These he brought between Quinn's thighs, skating over the tight ring of muscle there, exploring. For the moment, he only teased, applying light pressure, but as yet making no move to properly impale him on his fingers. "Though something also tells me you're tight enough to strangle my cock if I don't open you up first."</span>