The doctor stood, and Quinn watched with narrowed eyes as he approached, his body emanating a confident, cool control. Elegant fingers caressed the sharp line of his jaw, settling at his chin and tilting his head upwards. He was given a brief moment to stare, hypnotized by the hauntingly beautiful blue of Mikkel's eyes before his date descended upon him. A hawk claiming its prey. A hunter taking its prize. Quinn was frozen, trapped against the dining chair as Mikkel's lips explored his own, but it didn't take long for the young man to meld into this, his body loosening as he began to taste.<br/><br/>A soft, yielding moan sounded from Quinn's throat as he opened himself to Mikkel, hands rising up to delicately cup the doctor's face.<i>After</i>, he had said. After what, precisely? This kiss? No, no, that seemed too simple. Quinn recalled the way Mikkel had held him in his work room, his grip lenient but suggestive. The dragging of his fingers along the smooth lines of his shoulders, a gesture he had been more than happy to reciprocate. The heat between them was palpable, leaving Quinn tingling and eager to feel Mikkel's body slide against his own. He craved to see what hide beneath the rich fabric of his host's attire, to allow his hands to explore every inch of his skin, to feel him next to, on top,<i>inside</i>.<br/><br/>A rosy flush bloomed across Quinn's pale cheeks. What was it about this man that attracted him so fiercely? Quinn was used to his string of handsome male suitors. He was aware of the appeal his exotic looks afforded him, knew older men loved to stare and touch. And yet, despite his initial misgivings, nothing about Mikkel suggested to him he was simply another older, established gentleman looking for a little naughty dalliance with a pretty twenty-something. No, something about Mikkel seemed different. Or, perhaps, Quinn only desperately wished it was so. Was it enough of a reason to submit? To give into his most base desires and feed into the electrified sexual tension between them?<br/><br/><i>Yes</i>.<br/><br/>Quinn was smashing his own sense of propriety, watching it splinter into a thousand tiny pieces as his hands slipped down Mikkel's torso. A familiar pressure grew in his slim trousers, eliciting a soft groan as he felt himself shift against the fabric of his briefs. A small part of him hoped Mikkel wouldn't deem him a common floozy by displaying his interest so readily. Quinn had so loved playing the game, indulging in the maybe-maybe-not, giving his potential partners something to chase. And yet, this man, this stranger pulled at him, an erotic black hole sucking Quinn in, and he, so unprepared, so unable to tear himself away from lust's fiery grasp.<br/><br/>Gasping, Quinn pulled away, only millimeters. Just enough to whisper against Mikkel's lips. "We should finish the tour," he suggested, eyes heavily lidded, clouded by need. "I think you have one more room to show me."