<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Quinn seemed to make a point of giving as good as he got. Though quite content to shoulder the majority of the work, Mikkel was not in the least disappointed when those slender hips began rocking against his own, pushing down with ample force to impale himself over and over. His enthusiasm went a long way toward securing Mikkel's interest in him, if not toward fueling a budding sense of possessiveness. He had no way of knowing whether this one dalliance would lead to another, if he would have any lingering interest in affixing Quinn to his arm during the assortment of events he had on his calendar - but it was starting to look likely. <br/>
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Reminding Quinn of his beauty was quite an effective means of winning his affections, for no sooner had he uttered the compliment did that lovely face light up with pride. Plush lips found his ear, a warm tongue caressed his jaw, putting him close enough that when he cried out at the sudden thrust into him, Mikkel was perfectly positioned to hear it. So sweet was the sound that the doctor barely minded when his younger lover nudged him down, flat on his back. Ordinarily he might have bristled, might have grabbed Quinn by the waist and shoved him right back down to resume a position of dominance. He considered it. But Quinn looked far too appealing perched over him, dark hair in his eyes, with an utterly debauched look on his face that suited him far too well.<br/>
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"Oh, you do," Mikkel assured, reaching to run his hands long the other man's back, working down to the sharp angles of his hips. "Perfectly lovely, in fact." Exhaling slowly, he laid his head back and settled beneath his lover, content to watch the rhythmic rise and fall of his lower body as he took his pleasure. Not content to remain passive, however, a hand traveled between Quinn's legs, seeking his rigid length. Long fingers encircled him, stroking slowly. His grip was tight and unyielding, traveling up the length of him until the pad of his thumb coursed over the engorged tip, coaxing thin, watery beads from him.<br/>
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Sharp eyes traveled over the length of the sleek frame gyrating atop him, drinking in the details. The sheen of sweat on his fair skin, the periodic flexing of his abdomen, the fullness of the lips parting to yield those needy moans. Details he decided he would indeed transfer onto canvas, one way or another. Though in the meantime, he was perfectly content to enjoy what his body could offer, rather than simply how it looked. Even after an admittedly swift foreplay, Quinn's body was exceedingly tight, winding around him in a snug, vice-like grip.<br/>
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"What a greedy thing you are," he chided, quickening the rhythm with which his hand stroked Quinn's erection, exceeding the pace at which the young man rocked atop him. His intention was to build him up, to coax more of those sounds from him, whereupon he paused abruptly, tightening a thumb and forefinger just beneath the head of his cock to cut off the source of his pleasure. "I may have to slow you down a bit..."</span>