<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Quinn made quite a few points, none horribly out of place. It was in Mikkel's nature to tease and torment, if only slightly. To coax a few agonized sounds from his playthings before he had his way. Feeling Quinn press anxiously against his hand, his words uttered in a diplomatic attempt to convince but positively dripping with need, did well to feed his desire all the more. Though he greatly appreciated when his prey yielded, admitting defeat, he appreciated it even more when they put up a struggle first.<br/>
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"I imagine I could ravish you effectively in any number of places," he breathed in response. Dipping his head down, his mouth found the side of Quinn's exposed throat, kissing it hotly, the edges of his teeth tugging gently at the thin flesh there. "For a moment, I considered having you right on the dining room table." So said, he chuckled under his breath, drawing up to get a better look at the aroused flush on the other man's face. "But since we're already here..."<br/>
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At length, Mikkel relaxed his grip on Quinn's arms, though he kept hold of one to steer him toward the bed. Urging him to lay back against the plush, dark sheets, he took the opportunity to undo the buttons of his shirt until the rich burgundy fabric came open and soon fell away, revealing the toned physique beneath. Though he rarely saw the inside of a gym, it became readily apparent that Mikkel put effort into maintaining a trim figure, largely swimming and running. Enough to maintain strength and endurance, though not quite enough to start setting bench-pressing records.<br/>
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Closing the gap between the two of them, he reached for one of Quinn's long legs, holding it against his hip as he arranged himself between his lover's thighs. Mikkel bore down on him without hesitation, pressing flush against his front as he sought those tempting lips and kissed him again. Though clearly a patient man, one willing to sacrifice instant gratification in the name of heightened pleasure, he had few qualms about devouring the lot once he had had a taste. And for the moment, with his sights set on Quinn, he wasn't likely to turn him loose anytime soon. Quite the contrary, for if the beauty beneath him continued to provide such appealing prospects, Mikkel was sufficiently determined to keep his hooks in for a good while yet.<br/>
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He drew a hand between them, lifting his hips enough until he could reach and unfasten the button and zipper of Quinn's trousers. As yet, he made no move to divest him of the fabric, only to relieve some of the tension building beneath it. "Better?" he queried upon withdrawing from the man's kiss-swollen mouth. Deft fingers crept beneath the loosened rim of fabric, keen to tease the hot, rigid length he had palmed before. "Ask me for what you want, Quinn. I want to hear it from you."</span>