<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">That Quinn had a bold streak no longer surprised him, and it was with no shortage of delight that he savored the feel of those narrow hips grinding upward. If he hadn't buried himself fully within that tight opening already, Quinn would have drawn him in completely with that movement alone. The young man had few qualms about laying bare his hunger, his need, and Mikkel was all the more obliged to reward that openness. Quinn wasn't wrong. A gentleman could only remain so for a certain period before animal instinct took over.<br/>
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An instinct that responded with no shortage of enthusiasm when Quinn made his demands, making clear his desire to have all of him in return for whatever Mikkel wanted in return. In spite of himself, the older man cast down a wolfish grin upon his prey, stilling his lower body as his hands traveled behind his lover's hips, pressing against the small of his back to anchor him in place. "Whatever piece I'd like?" he echoed, thoughtful, palms resting against his waist as the pads of his thumbs moved over Quinn's prominent hipbones. "Tread lightly, Quinn. I may take you up on that offer. I may take something you're likely to miss."<br/>
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Gripping him tightly, Mikkel set a steady pace, drawing back an inch or two and rocking forward in equal rhythm. While he took great pleasure in withdrawing to his tip and lunging back inside, he had no desire to overstimulate Quinn just yet. Instead, he maintained a position that took the tip of him as deeply as he could manage, effectively rendering the younger man a snug, willing sleeve for his aching length. After hours of anticipating where the evening might lead, the thin layer of latex between them did little to hinder the sensations.<br/>
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Mikkel slid his hands up farther, raking gently along Quinn's back, before at last urging him into a seated position astride his lap. There, he found a different angle to thrust up into him. The closer proximity afforded him the ability to explore him further, mouthing the side of his slender throat, just above the spot he had reddened minutes prior, and moving down along his slim, perfectly tapered chest. "You're beautiful," he husked, guiding a hand down his back to the swell of his backside, drawing Quinn's lower body flush against his own.<br/>
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"If I had my way, I would draw you as you are now. Naked, that flush on your cheeks..." Contrasting the earlier, fluid motion of his hips, Mikkel's lower body gave one sudden, brutal upward thrust, after which a tight grip held him down, ensuring that he kept every last inch inside. "... and that look on your face. The one that says without words how much you deserve a proper fucking."</span>