( jesus. that's...that's something. penny's not so drunk that he doesn't know that this is quentin laying there, pressing his face against the front of his pants but it also feels good.
he licks his lips, closing his eyes and not doing anything to jostle quentin away. he doesn't lift his hips towards the other man but he wants to and that's new.
swallowing, he looks down, watching quentin and trying to be encouraging without saying anything. )
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he licks his lips, closing his eyes and not doing anything to jostle quentin away. he doesn't lift his hips towards the other man but he wants to and that's new.
swallowing, he looks down, watching quentin and trying to be encouraging without saying anything. )