Ohh so it takes relics, four of them, I've got three. (Of course Quentin found a way to collect relics.) They're special and only we can use them and the gates. So we have to like go up there and you make a ....
(He waves his hands in the air above his face as he tries to think of how to describe it. Quentin talks with his hands a lot. Luckily he is cozy with his head in Penny's lap and his glass is doing okay balanced on his chest. He just better not move too much or it'll fall.)
Geometric sacred space. (He turns his head and breathes out.) You smell nice.
(He doesn't think he has to explain why he's thinking like that, Penny just does. He kind of thinks about smelling him some more but his mind circles back to the moon.)
Noooo there's a ton of rich people there but it's Henries, Penny. I want to pick his stupid brain.
Why? You think he's really going to be straight with you? Fuckin' doubt it.
( no one was straight with anyone here. it was some sort of rite of passage or shit. you had to talk in riddles to get anywhere here. it's why penny stayed away from the fuckin' network. he didn't want to deal with so much talking. )
And I always smell good. Not my fault you never noticed. You were too caught up in...whatsherface.
No, but I want him to lie to my face and not to someone else who then tells me.
(Quentin would love to pretend he is good at reading people, but he literally is only good at it in poker. He is easy to lie to and he's slightly better at picking up on it now, but he has a human flaw which is trying to give people the benefit of the doubt. He'll say that he won't do that to Henries and then he'll meet him and he'll start calling him Jimmy and talking about birds, because that's just how he is. Until then. He's pretending.)
Dude. (Quentin smacks him lightly on the chest from his position. It ends up more of a pat.) Her name is Alice and you like literally had sex with her. Weirdo. Not like you want me to smell you anyway.
Yeah, you had sex with her too. Congratulations, we both had sex with her!
( whoo hoo and all that. he would give you a high five, quentin, but you're in a weird position so he just gives a stupid thumbs up anyway. congratulations to the both of them.
sniffing, penny leans back on his hands and then shrugs. )
Don't speak for me, man. You don't know what I want.
(He gives a very long sigh at that. A wistful one. Quentin went from getting it a lot to getting none of it and that was in their world, and then the same happened here too. He's someone who loves love, but also a healthy sexual appetite. Especially when he's low. Especially when he's lonely. Feeling anything but sad is something he strives for.)
Okay, fine, if you want me to smell you, I'll smell you.
(Quentin turns his head just a little to do exactly that and uh it may be an awkward choice considering his head is in Penny's lap and he is essentially sniffing at his crotch, but you know. It happens (does it, Q, does it?).)
( is he serious right now? he mentions sex and then has to sniff at penny's crotch when it feels like it's been goddamn years since he's had sex?
he makes a sound that he can't even define and twitches a bit. it's not an entirely unpleasant feeling but penny doesn't know if he should be having it with quentin of all people. )
Fine, smell you, asshole.
( he has to maintain some sense of being in control even if he feels...strange. )
(Quentin would not say it was an intentional choice but Penny makes a noise and he does smell nice. And he doesn't smack Quentin or push him away, and listen he's never been smart when it comes to these things. Ever. It's not the first time he's thought about Penny being hot. He's already said so. But he's like really, really hot.
He is still on that tightrope of whether this is appropriate or not (it's not), purposely nuzzling his nose this time into Penny's lap. His head turns fully and applies enough pressure that it is deliberately suggestive, more than smelling as his hot breath goes over the fabric. They still can technically laugh this off though, if they wanted.)
( 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. )
(Quentin is definitely not so drunk not to know what he's doing. When he's fully drunk he doesn't get horny, he gets sad, like he's been doing since coming back alone. He wallows in his pain. This is a different instinct. He's concerned if he looks up at Penny and they meet eyes the energy will disappear, same as if he talks. At least on his end, he would not say there never was a vibe for him. But that's Quentin. He has a tendency to always want what he can't have, even if it's only in curious passing.
Penny is not shy, he would stop him the moment he wants to, so Quentin isn't actually worried that he's doing something Penny doesn't want. He'd already be slapped off him if that was the case. Quentin pulls a move he's actually very good at, which is catching the zipper of Penny's pants in his teeth, lifting, and slowly unzipping it exactly this way. He knows exactly how suggestive that is. Now there's no doubting it.
He sets the glass of liquor down off his chest and slowly turns, putting the glass down, and oh so casually moving that hand up to curl his fingers in the waistband of Penny's pants. And then he waits; for a rejection, or to let him continue.)
( penny's...not sure what to expect here. he knows that he's encouraged this and that if he wanted quentin to stop, he should have shoved him off but he hasn't. he doesn't know why.
maybe it's the fact that he hasn't been touched in a long goddamn time. even if this is quentin and quentin's usually not one to touch him.
but right now, quentin's touch is the one he wants. he's not going to be able to explain that if someone asks but he wants it. so, when quentin touches his zipper with his mouth, penny sighs, head tipping back.
the sigh grows heavier when quentin's hand finds its way to the waistband of his pants. he doesn't try and push him away, doesn't reject, just...let's it happen. )
(The sigh is confirmation that this is happening and it lets Quentin settle on that truth. He shivers with a sudden rush of arousal; he doesn't care if this is a bad idea. He wants this. He undoes Penny's pants and carefully moves them down just enough not to make Penny do anything but passively accept it. His hand moves underneath and he gently curls his hand around Penny's cock.
Quentin's already moved to his stomach so his head is there when he exposes Penny, stroking him slowly, and he runs his tongue along the very tip. God, he's missed this. He misses sex, he misses feeling good, he misses just being hungry and desperate and someone letting him make them feel good. If there's one thing Quentin is, it's (actually) good at sex. Go figure. The enthusiasm helps.
Quentin teases him into hardness and sucks just the head into his mouth, closing his eyes from the sheer carnal pleasure of it.)
( some part of penny knows that this is quentin doing this, this is quentin pulling his cock out of his pants and getting a hand around him.
penny bites his lips, head tipping back and accepting what quentin's offering because he wants it. he doesn't know if he wants it from quentin, if he's thinking about quentin right now but quentin is who he feels and it feels good.
his cock starts to harden fairly quickly, an effect, he knows of not being touched in so long. he shivers and, after a second, his hand comes down to thread through quentin's hair, encouraging as much as he can.
his breathing grows heavier as quentin moves, as his mouth closes around the head of penny's cock. )
(Quentin is very aware that this is Penny and that the hunger he has is for Penny. He knows that Penny's not been with someone in awhile. He wants to give him something, he's grateful to have him back, he's glad not to be alone. And sex, desire, they feed Quentin reassurance, there is no doubting that he is caught up in this moment with his friend and maybe he'll be sorry about it later. But not now.
He chances a look up when Penny shivers and he sees him biting his lip, his head tipped back, clearly enjoying what is happening regardless of the details. He's always been so fucking hot, but this is going to stick in his head for awhile. Quentin can't stop himself from making a noise when Penny's fingers move into his hair, one of his favorite things about going down on someone. It's a muffled moan, vibrating on Penny's head and he's dropping the careful part.
Quentin holds him at the base and moves his head down, each bob taking Penny deeper into his throat, his eagerness making him go faster than he should. But he isn't afraid of gagging because he isn't afraid of anything, all he's thinking about is making Penny happy, about getting him of. He is almost ruthless in how focused he is, sucking in his lips when he has Penny deep, moving his hand to stroke in the same movement as he lifts his head.)
( penny would have never thought that quentin would be as good at this as he is. he knows that quentin's had sex and he's probably had more sex than penny's had in awhile but he still would have thought quentin was inexperienced and a little sloppy.
but no, that's not the case. quentin's really fucking good and penny would be willing to admit that to him. later. when he's not getting his cock sucked.
he moans, reaching down to tighten his hold on quentin's hair and even lifting his hips up, trying to thrust himself down quentin's throat. he's not rough about it, not cruel but he wants. he wants this badly especially now that it's happening.
he can't think of anything else but his cock and the mouth around him right now. )
(The credit can go to Eliot who is unsurprisingly extremely good at sex, and they were together for fifty years. It wasn't just Teddy memories that stayed with Quentin, and until recently, he'd been getting some regularly. Penny's moan and movement make Quentin hum around him happily, glad to get any reaction out of him. The fingers in his hair feel like heaven and Quentin's hard himself, doing nothing to take the pressure off his own cock for now. All he cares about is Penny's taste, Penny's heat, Penny wanting him.
He keeps steady but bobs less so Penny can be the one taking his mouth and using it to his own pleasure. God he loves the feeling of it. The fact Eliot thought at any point Quentin wasn't bisexual as hell is hilarious. He wants more from Penny. A whole lot more. The question is if he can ask for it. This may be his only chance. Oh fuck it.
Quentin sucks on Penny until he can tell he's really starting to lose it, tempting him, licking the slit of his head, and then all of a sudden he pulls off him. He regrets it immediately and licks his lips, chancing a look up. This entire time they've been touching but it's like Quentin's desire through the empathy bond is tripled. He did tell Penny once sex with the empathy bond was unique. Now he can feel the intense want for himself.
This may break this spell they're under but hey, no guts no glory (sex).)
I want you to fuck me.
(Quentin says almost on a whisper, breaking their silence. He keeps his hand on Penny, and he might not be playing fair by still touching him, slower now.)
( quentin's really asking a lot of penny to answer a question after he's had his cock sucked for a little while. he can barely think straight, cock hard and chest heaving. when quentin pulls away, he makes a little sound of protest before the words process.
does he want to fuck quentin? he knows the answer. even if there's a little voice in the back of his head that tells him that this could go very bad in the future, he doesn't care. )
Take off your pants and get on your hands and knees.
( is that answer enough? yes, he wants to fuck quentin and he's going to fuck quentin if things go well.
penny starts moving, getting onto his knees and reaching for quentin's belt. )
(God yes, that is exactly what he wanted to hear, e x a c t l y. Quentin's eyes are nearly pitch black when he looks up at Penny, wildly turned on. He is torn between wanting Penny to take his pants off and just wanting them off, stripping his shirt and tossing it to the side. He decides on not hiding how eager he is, moving to take off his belt and squirming out of his pants.
Now naked, Quentin obediently turns, fine with them fucking right here on the floor without question. He gets on his hands and knees, spreading his legs and arching his ass up in very clear invitation. It's the actions of someone who not only wants this but is thirsting in a way he can't control.)
Stuff in the drawer.
(Q nods in the direction. He and Eliot had stashes everywhere just in case. He isn't ashamed of it.)
You can be fast, I want to feel it.
(He doesn't want to go raw but Quentin's impatient and he won't be happy until Penny's inside of him. Until he can't think.)
( while quentin gets himself ready, penny shifts onto his knees, shoving his pants and shorts down enough that his cock springs free, still wet from quentin's mouth.
he gives himself a few strokes, watching quentin get naked and feeling his cock throb at the sight of quentin's cock and ass right there in front of him.
this was such a bad idea which was why it was going to feel so fucking good.
penny reaches for the lube and the condoms in the drawer, dropping the condom down before he uses the lube to cover his fingers. quentin wants it fast and penny's willing to give him that but first, he's going to make sure that quentin's at least a little opened up.
without waiting, he slides a finger inside quentin, feeling that tight heat and he moans, cursing under his breath. )
(It hasn't been that long but it feels like it's been forever, he's always so hungry for touch and intimacy and while this is more lust than the latter, it's still something for him to enjoy. He is ready for the finger and sighs, not bearing against it, pushing back into it instead.
He likes being fucked, it's a craving for a lot of reasons, but it just feels great. He's yet to have a bad sexual experience this way, but that's because it's been Eliot, and now Penny. And he is positive Penny will be good at it too. It's a sense he gets, and he trusts him.)
More, I can take it.
(If they weren't driven so much by impulse and sudden passion, it might be nice to savor it, to take his time sucking Penny long before they got here. If Penny doesn't bitchslap him after this, maybe he can convince him for it. Quentin's not thinking about the bad parts of this. Only the good. Only where they're headed.)
( there's no guarantees that penny won't bitchslap him but right now, he's caught up in what's happening enough that he's not thinking about it.
he's really glad that quentin says that because he doesn't want to linger too long with his fingers. after a moment, he withdraws them and then he's scooting closer, pressing his cock against quentin's ass.
he doesn't push in immediately, rubbing the head of his cock against quentin's ass before he stops torturing the both of them and pushes in. even if quentin says he can take it, he still tries to be somewhat steady about it and not just thrust in like some fucking juvenile. )
(Quentin is relieved when Penny doesn't drag it out, preparing him enough to be reasonable but not wasting energy. His breath catches in anticipation when he feels Penny at his entrance, eagerly spreading his legs even more.)
Please.
(He murmurs when Penny rubs against him first, not at all hesitant about begging for it. His own cock is hard and untouched, bracing himself on his hands to keep him in position for Penny. When he finally moves inside Quentin cries out, fingers digging into the floor, his head bowing down as his body ripples with feeling. There's a sting just like he expected but he wants it, discomfort giving way quickly to want and a long groan.
He's inviting, open and willing, but once Penny's inside he purposely tightens around him. Even if he had doubts they'd be gone since all he cares about is Penny, hot and so deliciously full inside of him, Penny's strength.)
Yes, god yes.
(He adjusts to the feeling, he's missed it, pushing his ass back toward Penny eagerly. He's not thinking about Eliot and their last time together, Penny feels different, it's the first time he's been fucked by anyone else.)
( penny isn't even thinking. all he's doing is feeling. he's going with the pleasure of the whole thing, the feeling of heat around his cock and the way quentin just begs for it.
it's been too goddamn long and now that he has it, he doesn't want to stop or think. his hands come to anchor on quentin's hips and he eases himself back before he thrusts forward hard and steady.
it's not going to be a rhythm that lasts, he thinks. he's not going to be able to make this nice and easy. they're too wound up, too full of lust. it's going to be hard and hot and it's going to leave them both sore.
he mumbles something and starts rocking into quentin now. )
(It's easy to get swept up in the feeling of anything that isn't bad. This feels good. Not to mention that Quentin soaks in the want he's getting from the empathy bond and pushing it back, putting them into a bubble of shared desire and pleasure.
When Penny thrusts hard into him Quentin moans, leaning down from his hands onto his elbows, arching his ass higher so Penny can go deeper. It would be a very submissive pose if Quentin didn't keep rocking back to build that rhythm with him.)
So good, harder, I can take -- fuck.
(Penny hits him just right and Quentin gasps, feeling like there's a livewire in his body that zipped through his veins. Quentin whimpers and lets Penny take full control of his hips, bowing over and taking it. He scrambles to lean on an arm as best as he can to get a hand on himself.)
( penny doesn't know how long he's going to be able to keep this up, not after quentin sucking on his cock a little earlier. he's always been proud of his stamina but he hasn't had sex in a long goddamn time so he thinks he's owed the lack of self control
but still, he has the presence of mind to reach around quentin and get a hand around his cock, giving it a few rough strokes while he thrusts forward, trying to time his movements so quentin's always feeling something.
he moans and curses under his breath, eyes closed but body still rocking forward instinctively, seeking out more heat and pleasure while he winds his way towards his release. )
(Stamina isn't really on the menu for either of them. This was a sudden but heated hook up that neither of them planned so at this point it's just about chasing orgasm. Penny is giving him plenty and when he touches his painfully hard cock he could nearly sob in relief for it, but he doesn't. Instead he moans his gratitude and leans on his arms, using Penny's momentum to thrust forward into Penny's hand, his mind fully leaving the building.
All he can do is groan and let Penny fuck him. He feels his orgasm building like a freight train pounding through him and at this point he's a whimpering wreck, moving forward into Penny's hand and back into his hips.)
I'm ---
(He barely mutters that out before he jerks forward and comes, squeezing around Penny at the same time, tightening around his cock as his body spasms and a wave of pleasure hits him so hard he's gasping for air.)
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(He waves his hands in the air above his face as he tries to think of how to describe it. Quentin talks with his hands a lot. Luckily he is cozy with his head in Penny's lap and his glass is doing okay balanced on his chest. He just better not move too much or it'll fall.)
Geometric sacred space. (He turns his head and breathes out.) You smell nice.
(He doesn't think he has to explain why he's thinking like that, Penny just does. He kind of thinks about smelling him some more but his mind circles back to the moon.)
Noooo there's a ton of rich people there but it's Henries, Penny. I want to pick his stupid brain.
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( no one was straight with anyone here. it was some sort of rite of passage or shit. you had to talk in riddles to get anywhere here. it's why penny stayed away from the fuckin' network. he didn't want to deal with so much talking. )
And I always smell good. Not my fault you never noticed. You were too caught up in...whatsherface.
( alice. her name is alice. )
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(Quentin would love to pretend he is good at reading people, but he literally is only good at it in poker. He is easy to lie to and he's slightly better at picking up on it now, but he has a human flaw which is trying to give people the benefit of the doubt. He'll say that he won't do that to Henries and then he'll meet him and he'll start calling him Jimmy and talking about birds, because that's just how he is. Until then. He's pretending.)
Dude. (Quentin smacks him lightly on the chest from his position. It ends up more of a pat.) Her name is Alice and you like literally had sex with her. Weirdo. Not like you want me to smell you anyway.
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( whoo hoo and all that. he would give you a high five, quentin, but you're in a weird position so he just gives a stupid thumbs up anyway. congratulations to the both of them.
sniffing, penny leans back on his hands and then shrugs. )
Don't speak for me, man. You don't know what I want.
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(He gives a very long sigh at that. A wistful one. Quentin went from getting it a lot to getting none of it and that was in their world, and then the same happened here too. He's someone who loves love, but also a healthy sexual appetite. Especially when he's low. Especially when he's lonely. Feeling anything but sad is something he strives for.)
Okay, fine, if you want me to smell you, I'll smell you.
(Quentin turns his head just a little to do exactly that and uh it may be an awkward choice considering his head is in Penny's lap and he is essentially sniffing at his crotch, but you know. It happens (does it, Q, does it?).)
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he makes a sound that he can't even define and twitches a bit. it's not an entirely unpleasant feeling but penny doesn't know if he should be having it with quentin of all people. )
Fine, smell you, asshole.
( he has to maintain some sense of being in control even if he feels...strange. )
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He is still on that tightrope of whether this is appropriate or not (it's not), purposely nuzzling his nose this time into Penny's lap. His head turns fully and applies enough pressure that it is deliberately suggestive, more than smelling as his hot breath goes over the fabric. They still can technically laugh this off though, if they wanted.)
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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. )
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Penny is not shy, he would stop him the moment he wants to, so Quentin isn't actually worried that he's doing something Penny doesn't want. He'd already be slapped off him if that was the case. Quentin pulls a move he's actually very good at, which is catching the zipper of Penny's pants in his teeth, lifting, and slowly unzipping it exactly this way. He knows exactly how suggestive that is. Now there's no doubting it.
He sets the glass of liquor down off his chest and slowly turns, putting the glass down, and oh so casually moving that hand up to curl his fingers in the waistband of Penny's pants. And then he waits; for a rejection, or to let him continue.)
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maybe it's the fact that he hasn't been touched in a long goddamn time. even if this is quentin and quentin's usually not one to touch him.
but right now, quentin's touch is the one he wants. he's not going to be able to explain that if someone asks but he wants it. so, when quentin touches his zipper with his mouth, penny sighs, head tipping back.
the sigh grows heavier when quentin's hand finds its way to the waistband of his pants. he doesn't try and push him away, doesn't reject, just...let's it happen. )
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Quentin's already moved to his stomach so his head is there when he exposes Penny, stroking him slowly, and he runs his tongue along the very tip. God, he's missed this. He misses sex, he misses feeling good, he misses just being hungry and desperate and someone letting him make them feel good. If there's one thing Quentin is, it's (actually) good at sex. Go figure. The enthusiasm helps.
Quentin teases him into hardness and sucks just the head into his mouth, closing his eyes from the sheer carnal pleasure of it.)
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penny bites his lips, head tipping back and accepting what quentin's offering because he wants it. he doesn't know if he wants it from quentin, if he's thinking about quentin right now but quentin is who he feels and it feels good.
his cock starts to harden fairly quickly, an effect, he knows of not being touched in so long. he shivers and, after a second, his hand comes down to thread through quentin's hair, encouraging as much as he can.
his breathing grows heavier as quentin moves, as his mouth closes around the head of penny's cock. )
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He chances a look up when Penny shivers and he sees him biting his lip, his head tipped back, clearly enjoying what is happening regardless of the details. He's always been so fucking hot, but this is going to stick in his head for awhile. Quentin can't stop himself from making a noise when Penny's fingers move into his hair, one of his favorite things about going down on someone. It's a muffled moan, vibrating on Penny's head and he's dropping the careful part.
Quentin holds him at the base and moves his head down, each bob taking Penny deeper into his throat, his eagerness making him go faster than he should. But he isn't afraid of gagging because he isn't afraid of anything, all he's thinking about is making Penny happy, about getting him of. He is almost ruthless in how focused he is, sucking in his lips when he has Penny deep, moving his hand to stroke in the same movement as he lifts his head.)
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but no, that's not the case. quentin's really fucking good and penny would be willing to admit that to him. later. when he's not getting his cock sucked.
he moans, reaching down to tighten his hold on quentin's hair and even lifting his hips up, trying to thrust himself down quentin's throat. he's not rough about it, not cruel but he wants. he wants this badly especially now that it's happening.
he can't think of anything else but his cock and the mouth around him right now. )
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He keeps steady but bobs less so Penny can be the one taking his mouth and using it to his own pleasure. God he loves the feeling of it. The fact Eliot thought at any point Quentin wasn't bisexual as hell is hilarious. He wants more from Penny. A whole lot more. The question is if he can ask for it. This may be his only chance. Oh fuck it.
Quentin sucks on Penny until he can tell he's really starting to lose it, tempting him, licking the slit of his head, and then all of a sudden he pulls off him. He regrets it immediately and licks his lips, chancing a look up. This entire time they've been touching but it's like Quentin's desire through the empathy bond is tripled. He did tell Penny once sex with the empathy bond was unique. Now he can feel the intense want for himself.
This may break this spell they're under but hey, no guts no glory (sex).)
I want you to fuck me.
(Quentin says almost on a whisper, breaking their silence. He keeps his hand on Penny, and he might not be playing fair by still touching him, slower now.)
Do you want to fuck me?
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does he want to fuck quentin? he knows the answer. even if there's a little voice in the back of his head that tells him that this could go very bad in the future, he doesn't care. )
Take off your pants and get on your hands and knees.
( is that answer enough? yes, he wants to fuck quentin and he's going to fuck quentin if things go well.
penny starts moving, getting onto his knees and reaching for quentin's belt. )
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Now naked, Quentin obediently turns, fine with them fucking right here on the floor without question. He gets on his hands and knees, spreading his legs and arching his ass up in very clear invitation. It's the actions of someone who not only wants this but is thirsting in a way he can't control.)
Stuff in the drawer.
(Q nods in the direction. He and Eliot had stashes everywhere just in case. He isn't ashamed of it.)
You can be fast, I want to feel it.
(He doesn't want to go raw but Quentin's impatient and he won't be happy until Penny's inside of him. Until he can't think.)
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he gives himself a few strokes, watching quentin get naked and feeling his cock throb at the sight of quentin's cock and ass right there in front of him.
this was such a bad idea which was why it was going to feel so fucking good.
penny reaches for the lube and the condoms in the drawer, dropping the condom down before he uses the lube to cover his fingers. quentin wants it fast and penny's willing to give him that but first, he's going to make sure that quentin's at least a little opened up.
without waiting, he slides a finger inside quentin, feeling that tight heat and he moans, cursing under his breath. )
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He likes being fucked, it's a craving for a lot of reasons, but it just feels great. He's yet to have a bad sexual experience this way, but that's because it's been Eliot, and now Penny. And he is positive Penny will be good at it too. It's a sense he gets, and he trusts him.)
More, I can take it.
(If they weren't driven so much by impulse and sudden passion, it might be nice to savor it, to take his time sucking Penny long before they got here. If Penny doesn't bitchslap him after this, maybe he can convince him for it. Quentin's not thinking about the bad parts of this. Only the good. Only where they're headed.)
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he's really glad that quentin says that because he doesn't want to linger too long with his fingers. after a moment, he withdraws them and then he's scooting closer, pressing his cock against quentin's ass.
he doesn't push in immediately, rubbing the head of his cock against quentin's ass before he stops torturing the both of them and pushes in. even if quentin says he can take it, he still tries to be somewhat steady about it and not just thrust in like some fucking juvenile. )
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Please.
(He murmurs when Penny rubs against him first, not at all hesitant about begging for it. His own cock is hard and untouched, bracing himself on his hands to keep him in position for Penny. When he finally moves inside Quentin cries out, fingers digging into the floor, his head bowing down as his body ripples with feeling. There's a sting just like he expected but he wants it, discomfort giving way quickly to want and a long groan.
He's inviting, open and willing, but once Penny's inside he purposely tightens around him. Even if he had doubts they'd be gone since all he cares about is Penny, hot and so deliciously full inside of him, Penny's strength.)
Yes, god yes.
(He adjusts to the feeling, he's missed it, pushing his ass back toward Penny eagerly. He's not thinking about Eliot and their last time together, Penny feels different, it's the first time he's been fucked by anyone else.)
Fuck me.
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it's been too goddamn long and now that he has it, he doesn't want to stop or think. his hands come to anchor on quentin's hips and he eases himself back before he thrusts forward hard and steady.
it's not going to be a rhythm that lasts, he thinks. he's not going to be able to make this nice and easy. they're too wound up, too full of lust. it's going to be hard and hot and it's going to leave them both sore.
he mumbles something and starts rocking into quentin now. )
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When Penny thrusts hard into him Quentin moans, leaning down from his hands onto his elbows, arching his ass higher so Penny can go deeper. It would be a very submissive pose if Quentin didn't keep rocking back to build that rhythm with him.)
So good, harder, I can take -- fuck.
(Penny hits him just right and Quentin gasps, feeling like there's a livewire in his body that zipped through his veins. Quentin whimpers and lets Penny take full control of his hips, bowing over and taking it. He scrambles to lean on an arm as best as he can to get a hand on himself.)
Penny, god, please.
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but still, he has the presence of mind to reach around quentin and get a hand around his cock, giving it a few rough strokes while he thrusts forward, trying to time his movements so quentin's always feeling something.
he moans and curses under his breath, eyes closed but body still rocking forward instinctively, seeking out more heat and pleasure while he winds his way towards his release. )
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All he can do is groan and let Penny fuck him. He feels his orgasm building like a freight train pounding through him and at this point he's a whimpering wreck, moving forward into Penny's hand and back into his hips.)
I'm ---
(He barely mutters that out before he jerks forward and comes, squeezing around Penny at the same time, tightening around his cock as his body spasms and a wave of pleasure hits him so hard he's gasping for air.)
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