A discerning eye would have noticed the soothing bedroom decor, or taken minute pleasure in the pearly strings of moonlight as they slipped in through the windows, illuminating the couple as Mikkel pressed Quinn against the wall. Quinn fidgeted against his companion in a state of mild rebellion--not because he didn't enjoy the way Mikkel pounced on him like a lion sinking its teeth into the meaty throat of a gazelle, because he very much did--but because Mikkel had riled him, ignited a lascivious fire within him, encouraging him to play another game. This one was new.<br/><br/>Despite his lively wriggling, the rest of Quinn's body betrayed him most severely. Long, lean arms reached up to wrap themselves around Mikkel's shoulders, clinging to him, pulling him as close as he possibly could as Mikkel pressed against his chest. He whimpered against the older man's mouth, bringing up a slender thigh to rub teasingly along the outside of his partner's leg. His arousal was pressing more aggressively against the confines of his fabric prison, aching to be released. The pressure of Mikkel's body on him did nothing to alleviate its urgency.<br/><br/>Mewls escaped his swollen lips as Mikkel tore himself away, rumbling coy words into Quinn's mouth. The young man smiled, petting down the vertebrae of Mikkel's neck. "To say I expected this would be dreadfully presumptuous of me," he whispered, licking his lips as he stared into the spellbinding pool of the surgeon's eyes. "Admittedly, it<i>was</i>something I considered to be a possibility. And it is more than satisfactorily enlivening." Chest expanding as he inhaled, scenting Mikkel on the air. He craved more, like a virgin getting his first taste of some terrifyingly addictive substance. But Quinn was finding arousal among the fear and grasped at it, clawing for that next hit.<br/><br/>He unfurled his hands from Mikkel's body, taking it upon himself to squeeze his limbs between them so deft fingers could undo the opalescent buttons along his shirt. More than simply wanting Mikkel, he wanted Mikkel to want him, to see the innate beauty of his unmarred body. The doctor had made no secret of his interest, positioning himself so his own intoxicating sex could be felt beneath unwanted layers. It took all the willpower in Quinn's lithe form to keep from tearing at the thin clothing separating their skin, and suddenly Quinn hated the handsome vest upon Mikkel's person, if only for being another article of clothing keeping them apart.<br/><br/>Lavender shirt removed and discarded onto the floor, Quinn's fingers moved to Mikkel now, testing. "Shall I?" he asked, deferring to the dominant nature buried beneath the guise of a professional, cultured gentleman. It was as if Quinn could taste the predatory habits on Mikkel's tongue. He asked, though he did not exactly wait for confirmation, slowly fingering the buttons of the older man's vest to aid in what he hoped would be a quick removal.