<i>"I need you,"</i>the young man insisted without hesitation, failing to heed the doctor's facetious warning. "My body quivers at the mere idea of you, Mikkel. I imagine the reality is...<i>oh..." </i>he soughed, eyes fluttering as talented digits continued to manipulate his treasured bundle of nerves. Quinn was eager to believe Mikkel was a virtuoso, playing his young lover's body with exceptional skill and grace, years of experience to support what was undoubtedly a natural disposition for the erotic arts, or so Quinn liked to imagine. Despite his yearnings, Quinn was content to enjoy the sensations for a few moments longer, his body sending pleasurable sensations rolling through him like the ebb and flow of an ever persistent sea.<br/><br/>Cold engulfed him as Mikkel removed his fingers, leaving Quinn reeling from the sudden onslaught of emptiness. Eyes snapped open as he tilted his head and stared down the length of his torso, eager to discover why the surgeon would revoke the privilege of his digital probing. He wasn't disappointed--oh to the contrary, he was ecstatic--to watch with wide eyes as Mikkel undid the fastenings of his trousers and finally<i>finally </i>revealed himself to the man displayed upon his lush bed like an unwrapped gift.<br/><br/>To his momentary dismay, Mikkel gave Quinn little time to appreciate the handsome view before climbing on top of him. However, any objections the artist could have maintained at the scant opportunity for a glimpse at Mikkel's manhood were decimated the moment his lover directed his fingers to the throbbing heat between them. Without argument, Quinn happily wrapped his hand around the aligned members, smiling as his fingertips investigated.<br/><br/>Lips caught against Mikkel's once more. Quinn leaned into it, mouth willing and receiving while his hand milked pleasure from Mikkel's length. His grip adjusted with intention, squeezing more firmly while being careful not to tug in a way that would be unpleasant. No, Quinn wished to show Mikkel nothing other than unadulterated ecstasy, to satisfy him in a way no previous lover had ever managed. It was selfish, surely, and perhaps even egotistical to think he could accomplish such a feat, but Quinn was confident, his arrogance bolstered by the surgeon's obvious interest.<br/><br/>"Imagine how wonderful my cries will sound when you...<i>torture</i>me more fully," Quinn teased, caressing Mikkel's sleek tip with the edge of his thumb. "A symphony of lusty moans and gasps would sound divine, don't you think?" A cheeky grin took hold of Quinn's countenance, rosy lips curling playfully. "If you'd like to find out for yourself instead of just fantasizing, Mikkel, all you have to do is fuck me."