<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Mikkel found the spot and Quinn writhed, as he had hoped. That slender frame twisted atop the sheets, his lengthy limbs trembled at the sensations, and the sound he made were enough to bring a distinct throb between the doctor's legs. Though he had ignored his own desire thus far, the need for stimulation became increasingly apparent, particularly when that husky voice accused him of horrendous torture and professed an utter need for him. Mikkel was not a man who considered himself easily swayed by flattery, but he did have a sizeable ego, one that responded with great enthusiasm to Quinn's lust-filled refrains.<br/>
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Steely eyes skated down the length of the young man's body, watching as a hand reached for his neglected length. There was something quite arousing about watching a lover indulge in a bit of self pleasure. Something utterly private, which when viewed made it a touch obscene.Seeing him thus only fueled the fire, gave Mikkel the unshakable desire to give him what he asked for.<br/>
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"Need me, do you?" he murmured, emphatically driving his fingers deeper into his younger lover, simulating a bit of the fullness he was soon to experience. "Careful, Quinn. Tell me that again and it might go to my head." Bending down, he pressed his mouth to the hollow of his throat, and again just beneath, scraping a protruding collarbone with the edges of his teeth. He thought of marking Quinn. Thought of drawing up marks on his slender throat, of gripping him so tightly that vessels burst beneath the force of his hands, causing vivid shades of reds and purples to bloom on that flawless alabaster skin. Quinn's body was lovely. Unmarred. Mikkel wanted to fix that.<br/>
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Withdrawing from the hot, snug orifice clenching around his fingers, Mikkel leaned up, reaching for the button and zipper of his well-tailored trousers, which he unfastened without delay. With the tension in the fabric building, it came as a welcome relief when he was able to nudge the waistband down, taking the rim of his dark briefs along with it, thus freeing his erection. He made no move to touch himself, however, but instead leaned over Quinn once again, settling a bit higher between his legs until he could comfortably press them together, pelvis to pelvis. His length, thick and throbbing, soon came to rest atop Quinn's own, prompting him to reach between them, guiding the younger man's fingers to wrap jointly around them. One stroke and Mikkel sighed with pleasure, the swollen crown of his uncut measure dripping slick onto the other man's middle.<br/>
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Bearing down on him a bit, Mikkel rumbled with satisfaction and craned in close to taste his lips, albeit briefly. Reaching aside, he felt for the foil condom wrapper laying nearby, which he would slide on in due course once he had gotten his fill of Quinn's delicate fingers wrapped around him. "If these are the sounds you make when I torture you," he husked, raking a hand along Quinn's side, feeling along the ridge of his hip bone, "I may have to torture you more often."</span>