<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Quinn was not a man content to be a passive partner. Not at all. Despite the fact that he laid sprawled out on his back, legs open, a prominent erection on full display, he took an active role in moving things along at a pace that pleased him. Mikkel didn't exactly need any help in that regard, but it certainly appealed to his sensibilities to see the other man exhibit such a strong desire - perhaps even a <i>need</i> - to be ravished. Wilting flowers did little for a man who enjoyed a good hunt. In many ways, Quinn called to the predator in him. The predator that thought of little else but the chase, the acquisition, and the kill.<br/>
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A slim hand reached for his arm, steadying it, while those hips rocked forward, using just enough pressure to urge two long fingers into the snug ring of muscle. Quinn's body clenched around him instantly, winding tight. The tension he found there told him that it had indeed been some time since a man had taken him as he so clearly deserved. All the better, he decided, if he was to stake his claim. And he intended to. Quinn didn't yet realize it, but Mikkel's claws had already begun digging in and once he started, there would be no stopping him.<br/>
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"You <i>are</i> an eager boy," he all but growled, bending down to trap him in a kiss as he pressed his fingers deeper still. Spreading his digits slightly, he tested the elasticity of his opening, tugging gently at the tight ring as they drew back, slowly preparing him for what was to follow. He would need it. Humming quietly into those plush lips as he tasted him again, the surgeon pulled back just enough to mutter, "I do like that about you, Quinn. Among other things, I find that boldness quite attractive."<br/>
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Moving back up to kneel between long, slender legs, Mikkel focused on the task at hand. Plunging his fingers into his younger lover, testing both his comfort level and his tolerance by exploring which depth, which pressure point gave him the most pleasure. He knew better than to ask Quinn if he was comfortable, or if he could handle more. Quinn would no doubt tell him either way, if not in words then in actions. Shifting his focus, he curved his fingertips upward, seeking the bundle of nerves inside that would truly put the beautiful creature beneath him at his mercy.</span>