Judging by the way the doctor seemed to melt like chocolate in his mouth, Quinn surmised he was performing his task well. Clearly the man was used to having control in all aspects of his life, the bedroom included, and despite Quinn's penchant for impatience, he was doing his absolute best to leave Mikkel feeling as though he could never get enough of the mercurial artist with the smooth, milky skin. He smiled as Mikkel removed himself, offering the younger male a velvety suggestive compliment that did well to place a rosy glow upon the peaks of Quinn's cheek bones.<br/><br/>"You're quite observant," Quinn replied, his voice a soft, whispered purr as his eyes roamed along the flesh and bone artwork that was Mikkel's physique. Such a handsome, erotic speciman this man.<br/><br/>Quinn's gaze was redirected toward the tumescent member at Mikkel's will. Though he ached to feel the doctor pulse inside of him and release himself in a violent and carnal display of passion, restraint had its role to play, even here. Quinn fidgeted on the bed, unfolding his legs to allow the long, elegant limbs the opportunity to stretch out as he leaned forward to take Mikkel's cock into his mouth once more. As his lips and tongue wrapped around the familiar member, Quinn looked up with those rich, deep brown eyes. A gentle hand snaked its way up the inside of Mikkel's thigh, settling at the tight, swollen globes between his legs. As he massaged the doctor's balls in his hands, Quinn imagined them to be housing sweet, creamy evidence of the doctor's affection. A serum Quinn wished all for himself.<br/><br/><i>I'm going to make you cum for me, Doctor Ostergaard,</i>he thought devilishly, sucking lightly at Mikkel's tip.<i>I'm going to make you tremble for me.</i>