So accommodating, Dr Ostergaard. Knuckles white against the blankets, Quinn's eyes stayed trained on the man between his legs, mouth open in a wide O as  breathy moans escaped him. The older man's pleasurable groan fell on Quinn's ears, inviting a sweet echo as the entirety of Mikkel's sex was sheathed inside of his all too-eager body. Whether due to the doctor's natural girth or his own innate tightness, or some lucky combination of both, Quinn was left focusing intently on the painful strain of his muscles as they worked to accept the surgeon's intrusion.<br/><br/>"A gifted man," Quinn teased, once deep breaths now a series of shallow gasps as dexterous fingers graced the tip of his tumescent pink crown. The silky smooth exit of Mikkel's cock was slow and purposeful, enough to allow Quinn's lusty anticipation to skyrocket as he waited for that feeling of fullness to envelop him once again. He relaxed, though he kept his hips high as his lover pierced him for a second time. The force with which the doctor plunged himself inside of Quinn was beyond satisfying, and he craved it as he seemed to crave all things Mikkel.<br/><br/>Lifting another long, slender leg, Quinn smiled as he pressed his inner thigh to the edge of Mikkel's hip. He crossed his ankles behind his lover, squeezing and holding, savoring the gentle pulse of Mikkel's cock inside of him. "I want you to remember this," Quinn purred, slowly grinding himself against Mikkel's groin, using the doctor's body for his own lewd purposes. "This priceless moment before the animal inside of you consumes you. The last moment you were still a gentleman. Ohhhhh." He sighed, his gentle voice trailing off as he exhaled, flat abdomen sinking and muscles clenching tightly as every nerve cried out in prurient jubilation.<br/><br/>Quinn believed in nothing so quixotic as love at first site, or even love at first fuck. He harbored no expectations or hopes, no belief that this could end up being anything more than an extremely satisfying one night stand. Usually. Dark brown eyes scanned Mikkel's face, the hard, strong lines of his jaw. He could still taste the man on his lips, intermingled with lingering notes of wine. Mikkel had enticed him. Trapped him, perhaps. But Quinn cared little. A young man content to use and leave at a moment's notice, there was something about the doctor that left Quinn eternally craving. More. More.<i>More.</i><br/><br/>"I don't have everything yet," he whispered, thighs tensing. "I need every facet of you, Mikkel. In return, you can have whatever piece of me you like."