<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">For a moment, after he had slowed Quinn down, prevented him from going over the edge, the boy had been rather <i>pouty</i>. Almost petulant. A youth unaccustomed to being told no. Mikkel had wondered, albeit briefly, if that would linger for long afterward, but was quite pleasantly surprised to find that that was not the case. It wasn't to say, of course, that he couldn't have handled a stubborn lover. He very well could have - but in all, his energy was far better spent elsewhere.<br/>
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Quite to the contrary of his musings, Quinn remained eager. An enthusiastic participant in their licentious game. He obeyed immediately, opening his mouth and welcoming Mikkel's erection inside. There was nothing timid or pouty about him in that moment, in the way he touched the base of his length, nor in the exploratory wanderings of his talented tongue. Quinn's was the touch of a man who had done well at practicing his craft. He looked utterly beautiful that way, lovely as he reveled in his obscenity.<br/>
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Intensely driven by the sight, fingers curled ever more tightly into the young man's hair. Patient though he was, he could only restrain himself so much with such a pretty specimen working diligently on his shaft. Everything in him longed to thrust forward, to plunge his throbbing length deep into that inviting throat. Sex had a way of bringing one's primal nature to the surface, but for now, he thought better of allowing it. Instead, he merely guided Quinn's head forward, slowly, pushing inch after into that velvet heat until he met with resistance at the back of his throat.<br/>
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His intention was not to choke the man, however, at least not yet. He only held Quinn there for a few long beats, and when at last he relaxed his grip, he drew his hips back as well, fully removing himself from those plush, swollen lips that he might properly admire the debauched sight before him. "I knew when I saw that mouth," he husked, raking his fingers through his lover's mane, brushing wayward strands from his face, "that it could offer so much more than good conversation."<br/>
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With a free hand, Mikkel gripped the base of his cock, leaning in until the engorged, leaking crown moved across the reddened petals of Quinn's mouth. "<i>Open</i>."</span>