To Quinn’s pleasant surprise, Mikkel was acquiescent, willing to yield to the younger man’s pushy demeanor as he took control of their lovemaking. The doctor’s predatory nature was momentarily silenced as Quinn displayed his willingness to do some of the work on his own. It was mostly a selfish endeavor fueled by a desire to show himself off, to showcase his body for his new lover and encourage him to crave every inch of his svelte form. He was elated to discover his minor machinations yielded some results, reveling in the appreciative glow upon Mikkel’s face as the doctor drank in the sight of him. Quinn wanted to be wanted, especially by Mikkel, and purred appreciatively as the surgeon’s dexterous fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked with a subtle expertise.<br/><br/>“You are brilliant,” Quinn soughed, his voice airy and light as he screwed his body onto Mikkel’s hefty endowment. Quinn could feel his thighs quiver as the pressure to release himself over his lover’s hard abdomen intensified, bubbling like a virulent volcano, threatening to explode at a moment’s notice. The doctor had increased the pumping of his hand, leaving Quinn shivering with need as his fingers dug into the blankets at either side of Mikkel’s head. His entire groin tightened, preparing, backside gliding along the doctor’s firm, lubricated cock. Eyes closed and plump lips parted to clear the way for what he thought to be the inevitable, to allow his cries of satisfaction to fill the bedroom. It was coming, so close, so close, so fucking close…<br/><br/>He squealed. Eyes snapping open as his lover’s hand froze beneath the slick, swollen head of his cock. Confusion settled over him as a shroud, heavy and uncomfortable as he tried to reclaim his composure among his hormone-drunk mind, stopping his erotic gyrations. “Slow down?” he echoed, a hint of irritation to his voice. He had been so close, toes hanging over the precipice of climax, ready to dive off and drown in his pleasure when Mikkel had stopped him. Quinn wasn’t used to redirection, unfamiliar with not receiving what he wanted, when he wanted it. But the doctor’s cool gaze tempered the burgeoning frustration stewing inside of him, reminded him that there were better ways of getting what he wanted than throwing a fit.<br/><br/>Deep breaths, backing away from orgasm’s edge. The young man leaned down and pressed his mouth against Mikkel’s, licking at the salty trickles of sweat at the edge of his lover’s lips. “Of course,” Quinn conceded, smiling. “I seem to have lost myself for a moment. Indulging too eagerly in the sweet nectar. I think you’re right, Mikkel. I’m an exceptionally greedy boy.”<br/><br/>Slowly, carefully, Quinn removed himself from Mikkel’s lap, sighing as the fullness of his companion’s body left him.<br/><br/>“It’s good for you to pull me back in. We shouldn’t let my enthusiasm render our evening short, should we?” The young man stretched out on the bed next to Mikkel, stomach pressed against the mattress as his hips tilted upwards, perky ass tempting and inviting. His erection was hidden against his torso, leaking but tamed for the moment. “Come, Mikkel. What would you like to do to me?”