<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Quinn yielded to him instantly. No hesitation, no protest, no uttering of any indication that things had moved too quickly for his liking. Instead he melted, made a noise in the back of his throat that told Mikkel far more than his words could have conveyed. Had he made any grasp for distance, Mikkel may have granted it. But he hadn't. Thus, the older man had all the permission he needed to take what little room he had left for propriety's sake and close it. In this regard, he had a straightforward mindset; either he pursued or he refrained. And now that he knew he could focus on the former, he comfortably disregarded the latter.<br/>
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Lips parted in the slightest, allowing him his first proper taste of the younger man. Had it seemed even remotely feasible, he may well have backed Quinn against the table, pressed between those long legs, and taken what he wanted. It hardly seemed practical however, and as it was, Quinn expressed an urgent desire to see one other room in his home. With the corners of his mouth quirking into a grin, he offered a nod and replied, "I suppose under the circumstances, it would be horribly rude to decline such a request."<br/>
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Thereafter, Mikkel backed up to let him stand, whereupon he hooked a finger into one of his belt loops and tugged him against his side. With a hand on Quinn's lower back, he led him into the master suite - a wide open room draped in warm browns and cool blues, the curtains drawn to allow a bit of muted moonlight to filter inside. Ordinarily, he might have drawn Quinn's attention to the art on the walls, perhaps the view from the balcony, but he highly doubted they would hold his focus for long. They likely had the same thing in mind, and it wasn't stargazing. <br/>
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Upon crossing the threshold, Mikkel wasted little time. Steering Quinn around to face him, he backed the man up against the wall next to the door, closing the gap between them and descending upon him again. This time, he did so with conviction. When their mouths connected, he pressed himself flush against Quinn's chest, trapping him where he stood. Delving into his mouth, he tasted him a second time, savoring the flavor of him mingled with notes of wine. On his tongue, he tasted lust, hunger, longing, all of which he intended to use to his benefit. If only for one night, he would take all of what he had to offer.<br/>
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One hand went to Quinn's hip and anchored him in place. The other, not content to remain idle, snaked around his back, long fingers skating beneath the hem of his shirt in search of bare skin. Drawing back just enough to breathe, Mikkel gave a low hum of pleasure, pressing ever closer until he could feel the man's hardness against his thigh. And if Quinn paid attention, he would no doubt feel the same. "Is this what you had in mind," he husked, "when you asked me for something enlivening?"</span>