Like putty in the doctor's warm hands, Quinn softened beneath him, melding to his new lover's desires as easily as if he had been made for such a singular purpose. He liked the feel of Mikkel's fingertips digging into the dimples of his lower back, ghosting the top of his ass as his muscles clenched to hold himself in place. The surgeon's firm strokes were a wholly satisfactory way of beginning their affair, and finally Quinn allowed himself to close his eyes, inky hair sprawled out on the pillow like black silk as his body sent explosions of pleasure radiating throughout his pelvis. He liked the way Mikkel kept him grounded, allowing him to appreciate each sensation as their bodies crashed against one another, only playfully aggressive for now. Their lovemaking had yet to graduate to full erotic violence, but Quinn surmised it was only a matter of time.<br/><br/>With a soft gasp, Quinn was quick to wrap his arms around Mikkel's carved shoulders as the doctor spilled him into his lap, hugging him as he thrust up into Quinn's body. He adjusted without hesitation, straddling his lover's lap and rolling his hips to meet every one of Mikkel's impassioned upward lunges. Desperate fingers clung to the back of Mikkel's head, pressing him close as lips and teeth kissed and nipped at the pale flesh of his throat. "Mikkel," Quinn whined between moans, "You feel... magnificent," he breathed, unable to keep the smile from creeping onto his pretty, flushed face as Mikkel complimented him. "You think I'm beautiful?" Quinn echoed, catching Mikkel's intense gaze with his own. It was something he had heard before. A thousand times before. But coming from Mikkel Ostergaard, the words were practically hallowed as gospel.<br/><br/>Quinn settled, lips teasing the lobe of Mikkel's ear as he spoke. The thought of him posing for Mikkel as the latter cemented his image onto paper was alluring. "We'd have to work hard to ensure this rosy visage you so adore would remain, but I'm sure we could come up with a plan," he whispered, licking at the blunt line of the older man's handsome jaw.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" he squealed, unprepared for the doctor's violent thrust, fingers curling into Mikkel's shoulders. The doctor's cock filled him unlike any man before him, leaving Quinn to suffer and relish in the euphoric ache pulsing from his backside. His lips quivered against the doctor's as he brought himself close, Mikkel's words tickling the delicate skin. "You're right, I do deserve it," he whispered, hands snaking their way around Mikkel's shoulders, down to his muscled chest. "I think you're just the one to give it to me. After."<br/><br/>He pressed hard, pushing Mikkel down onto his back as he positioned himself. Large, elegant hands settled themselves against Mikkel's pectorals as Quinn began to move, gyrating his hips and bouncing atop Mikkel's lap, gently at first, working himself into a rhythm, taking immense joy at piercing himself again and again on his lover's engorged sex. Curtains of black hair framed a smiling face, mischievous eyes twinkling. "I hope I look beautiful from down there, too." He smirked quickly before closing his eyes, releasing a long groan of satisfaction as he wiggled down as much as he could, greedy, eager to take everything Mikkel was willing to give.