((Quentin sighs when Penny pulls out and briefly lets himself lie forward, breathing into the floor, still tingling with the aftermath of feeling great. He really doesn't want to lose that and while Q has a history of being awkward as fuck at all times, he's scrambling to not be.
Quentin turns over, yeah mmm that ache is nice, and finds his glass is back where he puts it. Good, so he's set. He lifts his head to look around for where the bottle they've been sharing is. He sees it not far from Penny but graciously decides to get it for him, more or less leaning and crawling to get it, before handing it over.
He runs fingers through sweaty hair and just abruptly laughs, not bothering to get his drink or his clothes.)
You know what, no. (Quentin glances sideways at Penny, who is barely undressed which is unfair. He's tired of feeling bad and he's ignoring any sensation of guilt. ) Fuck being weird about this. It felt good and I'm not sorry.
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Quentin turns over, yeah mmm that ache is nice, and finds his glass is back where he puts it. Good, so he's set. He lifts his head to look around for where the bottle they've been sharing is. He sees it not far from Penny but graciously decides to get it for him, more or less leaning and crawling to get it, before handing it over.
He runs fingers through sweaty hair and just abruptly laughs, not bothering to get his drink or his clothes.)
You know what, no. (Quentin glances sideways at Penny, who is barely undressed which is unfair. He's tired of feeling bad and he's ignoring any sensation of guilt. ) Fuck being weird about this. It felt good and I'm not sorry.