<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Mikkel was nothing if not a patient man. When he found a truly intoxicating partner with whom to share an evening, it wasn't entirely unheard of for him to prolong things quite a bit. He had on more than one occasion reduced a lover to an incoherent mess, simply by pushing close to the edge and then drawing back. Instant gratification was not something he was terribly familiar with, whether in bed or outside of it, as Quinn was to find out.<br/>
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Given the younger man's reaction, Mikkel nearly expected him to start cursing or complaining. It wouldn't have been entirely out of character, owing to Quinn's particular nature and his apparent penchant for receiving precisely what he wanted. Mikkel didn't doubt for an instant that other men had fawned over him, given in to his every whim, if only to win his favor for a time, but that simply didn't suit him. No, he intended to savor this. Quinn would be satisfied soon enough - just not <i>too</i> soon.<br/>
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At length, Quinn put himself together, and Mikkel did not deny him the kiss he sought thereafter. "A greedy boy, indeed," he all but sighed, very  nearly wincing as the tightness around his erection lifted and then vanished completely. Much as he might have loved to yank Quinn back down and bring himself to completion, he took a few long moments to breathe, compose himself, before at last moving up to observe the other man sprawled out beside him.<br/>
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Quinn was nothing if not a lovely sight, stretched out as he was, his backside propped up in an open invitation. Appreciatively, the doctor's hand reached out to touch him, starting at the center of his back and skating downward, over the swell of his ass, stopping just where the taut globes met the back of his thigh. His younger lover posed something of a dangerous question, one that opened the door for more than one answer. Grinning, Mikkel leaned aside, pressing his mouth to the cap of Quinn's shoulder, where he murmured, "Everything."<br/>
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Moving up onto his knees, Mikkel made swift work of divesting himself of the thin, clear rubber around his cock. With little hesitation, a hand worked into the long, silky strands of Quinn's hair, guiding his head closer to the doctor's neatly sculpted hips where a rigid, throbbing length sat nearly level with his face. "Perhaps I should distract you a bit," he suggested. "Take your attention away from how close you came a moment ago..."</span>