<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Quinn's hand was a skilled one, no surprise there. His words eager, filled with passion - also no surprise. When Mikkel had first laid eyes him from across the gallery, taking in the sight of him, he had observed the figure of a man who took care of himself, took pride in his appearance, and chose his partners carefully. Though Mikkel's work had not lasted terribly long, Quinn <i>had</i> made him put in a good bit of effort. Suave words and the promise of weekends spent on a yacht wouldn't have won him over. That had taken tact. Indeed, the young man sprawled out beneath him was a picky one, but it seemed that when his interest had been won, he gave himself completely. And what he gave, Mikkel was more than willing to take.<br/>
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Drawing in breath as Quinn's fingers manipulated their joined lengths, his grip tactful and not without a certain grace, the older man leaned his hips into the touch with a low, pleased sigh. Had the urgency not spiked so wonderfully in the time spent between the dining room and the entrance to his bedroom, he might well have taken more time as they were. Slowly gyrating, stopping in between to kiss him senseless, perhaps even employing the use of that devilish mouth. Now was not the time - oh, but there <i>would</i> be one.<br/>
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"Divine, indeed," he chuckled. Bending down, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of Quinn's slender throat, tugging at the thin layer of flesh just enough to pull up a faint, nigh-imperceptible red mark. The new position then allowed him to murmur directly into his lover's ear. "What a filthy little thing you are. If anyone was ever deserving of torture, my dear Quinn, it would be you."<br/>
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So said, Mikkel leaned up, taking a few moments to unwrap the foil and wrap his erection in the thin layer of latex. In this manner, he seemed well-skilled, though in the interest of exploring the young man further, he made a bit of haste, pausing thereafter only to slick himself with a liberal amount of lubricant. Reaching down, he raked a hand along the outside of Quinn's thigh, bringing it up high around his waist to give himself a bit of room as he leaned in, guiding the tip of his aching shaft to the relaxed opening waiting for him.<br/>
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Channeling a bit of strength behind his hips, Mikkel pressed forward, easing first his tip and then the inch behind into the snug ring of muscle. The sheer tightness of him was a touch disarming, one that pulled a soft, husky groan from the back of his throat. For not only was Quinn tight to begin with, Mikkel had a good bit of girth on his side. Enough that he took some care as he pushed in again, forcing the body beneath him into yielding. "Almost," he muttered, straightening up as to better view the young man and his reactions - though in truth, he had only gotten half of himself inside.</span>