(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.)
( jesus. how's penny meant to hold out when quentin tightens around him like that? but then quentin's coming, spilling all over penny's hand and gripping his cock tightly and penny can't really stop himself.
he manages to rock himself in a little deeper and then he comes, release sweeping through him. he bends over quentin's back, holding himself up with a hand against quentin's back.
he pants hard, curses and gasps while his orgasm rips through him and then starts easing off. )
(Quentin's filled with absolute bliss, exactly the feeling he was chasing from the start of this. Everything is good and warm and he's flying on endorphins. Liquor and endorphins. He feels Penny come and he's glad, glad they both are now floating and feeling something other than the shitty situation they're in.
He becomes more aware as he comes down about all the other details. His knees hurt from the floor, Penny fucked him pretty roughly so it aches, but both of those things he actually likes. Quentin is hit obviously with the reality that he and Penny just had sex for the first time and it was great but also who knows if this is something that will become a Problem and he doesn't want it to be. Does it have to be weird? It's Quentin, things always get weird for him.
He flails inwardly for something to say, especially since Penny's still inside of him, Jesus, so he swallows, his throat dry now, although he can still taste Penny on his tongue.)
You know what sucks?
(He says carefully, glancing over his shoulder at Penny, his floppy hair sweaty and stuck to his forehead.)
No cigarettes.
(For after sex. It's all of their after sex thing.)
( for a few seconds, all penny does is lean over quentin's back, trying to recover, trying to get himself back together. but when he thinks he's got himself together, he eases himself out of quentin and then flops onto his side, stretching out and staring at the ceiling.
he really could go for a fucking cigarette, it's true. but since that's not an option, he just tosses a hand over his eyes and shakes his head. )
Then, give me another drink.
( he holds his hand out. even if alcohol had kind of motivated this whole thing, he wants something to take the edge off or...fill the awkward silence. )
((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.
( penny's not really sure what the hell to think about what just happened. quentin wasn't wrong, it had felt good and he doesn't regret it. but it's also quentin and that's...something he'd never expected to happen.
and when the hell had quentin gotten that good at fucking? it was a strange thing to know how. he takes a long pull from the bottle and hums. )
(Quentin laughs, reaching over with his hand to poke Penny in the side, not unlike the same behavior as before. He knows that Penny downplays things so any admittance of something good is against his better judgment. Q's going to force this to not be weird because he just ... has to. He'll save his panic for later. For when he still doesn't feel Penny all over him and smells like him and tastes like him still on his tongue.
Finally he sits up, there's a rush of blood and booze and endorphins all at once which makes him a little dizzy, but he doesn't mind. His hair is a mess. He definitely looks like someone who just had great sex, loopy and sweaty.)
It's unfair I didn't even get to see you naked though.
( penny doesn't say next time because he really doesn't know what's going to happen after this. the pleasant afterglow of sex and alcohol means he's kind of floating right now and not thinking.
but, he knows he can't say that. )
You were too busy wanting to get fucked. Didn't have time to take off my clothes.
(They both know that's an understatement considering how desperately he begged Penny only moments before. Quentin's glad he did though. He could've gotten Penny off and been done with it, but he isn't afraid to ask what he wants for in bed. His insecurity and anxieties tend to be ignored when he's full of lust and in the moment. He's more confident in the middle of sex than he is anywhere else. Go figure.
His eyes travel over Penny lying there, thinking about how good he felt. How much he'd like to feel him again. There is no hiding how directly he's checking him out, thinking about if he can get his shirt off. Q's currently still naked after all. Quentin's considering how to get there without it becoming a drama; he's confident in sex, but he doesn't like being rejected all the same. He reaches over to get his glass and sip it.)
Oh, you see what I mean about sex with the empathy bond now. How wild is that?
( no, it was fucking intense and it leaves you open to things that you wouldn't really show anyone else. he has no idea what quentin felt from him but as long as he doesn't go blabbing it, penny can let it go. )
This place is so fucked, making that happen. It's such a shitty place but then it has that kind of thing.
(Quentin picked up on a lot of things, although the only coherent ones were involving desire, and that's what he gravitated to. Nothing quite like feeling someone want you as much as you want them. No matter what Penny says, Q knows he desired him sexually. It's deeply appealing and he wants to feel it again. He's needy for positive feelings about him, even if temporary.)
Yeah in general I avoid it, but it was hot here.
(He didn't realize how much he missed it. He misses Eliot in every feasible way, but the physicality of their connection was a gap he forgot about. Quentin knows it may not be fair to use someone to fill that, but on the other hand, this is Penny. He's confident his friend wouldn't see it that way. They can be straight (figuratively) about it.)
We could do it again. (He waves a hand to try and stop what he assumes it an immediate no.) Hear me out. Shit here sucks. Having something that feels good sometimes wouldn't suck. We don't have to overthink it. (He's going for nonchalant but there's anxiety now at the pit of his stomach. He's nervous.)
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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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he manages to rock himself in a little deeper and then he comes, release sweeping through him. he bends over quentin's back, holding himself up with a hand against quentin's back.
he pants hard, curses and gasps while his orgasm rips through him and then starts easing off. )
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He becomes more aware as he comes down about all the other details. His knees hurt from the floor, Penny fucked him pretty roughly so it aches, but both of those things he actually likes. Quentin is hit obviously with the reality that he and Penny just had sex for the first time and it was great but also who knows if this is something that will become a Problem and he doesn't want it to be. Does it have to be weird? It's Quentin, things always get weird for him.
He flails inwardly for something to say, especially since Penny's still inside of him, Jesus, so he swallows, his throat dry now, although he can still taste Penny on his tongue.)
You know what sucks?
(He says carefully, glancing over his shoulder at Penny, his floppy hair sweaty and stuck to his forehead.)
No cigarettes.
(For after sex. It's all of their after sex thing.)
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he really could go for a fucking cigarette, it's true. but since that's not an option, he just tosses a hand over his eyes and shakes his head. )
Then, give me another drink.
( he holds his hand out. even if alcohol had kind of motivated this whole thing, he wants something to take the edge off or...fill the awkward silence. )
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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.
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and when the hell had quentin gotten that good at fucking? it was a strange thing to know how. he takes a long pull from the bottle and hums. )
It wasn't bad.
( look, that's a compliment coming from him. )
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(Quentin laughs, reaching over with his hand to poke Penny in the side, not unlike the same behavior as before. He knows that Penny downplays things so any admittance of something good is against his better judgment. Q's going to force this to not be weird because he just ... has to. He'll save his panic for later. For when he still doesn't feel Penny all over him and smells like him and tastes like him still on his tongue.
Finally he sits up, there's a rush of blood and booze and endorphins all at once which makes him a little dizzy, but he doesn't mind. His hair is a mess. He definitely looks like someone who just had great sex, loopy and sweaty.)
It's unfair I didn't even get to see you naked though.
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( penny doesn't say next time because he really doesn't know what's going to happen after this. the pleasant afterglow of sex and alcohol means he's kind of floating right now and not thinking.
but, he knows he can't say that. )
You were too busy wanting to get fucked. Didn't have time to take off my clothes.
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(They both know that's an understatement considering how desperately he begged Penny only moments before. Quentin's glad he did though. He could've gotten Penny off and been done with it, but he isn't afraid to ask what he wants for in bed. His insecurity and anxieties tend to be ignored when he's full of lust and in the moment. He's more confident in the middle of sex than he is anywhere else. Go figure.
His eyes travel over Penny lying there, thinking about how good he felt. How much he'd like to feel him again. There is no hiding how directly he's checking him out, thinking about if he can get his shirt off. Q's currently still naked after all. Quentin's considering how to get there without it becoming a drama; he's confident in sex, but he doesn't like being rejected all the same. He reaches over to get his glass and sip it.)
Oh, you see what I mean about sex with the empathy bond now. How wild is that?
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( no, it was fucking intense and it leaves you open to things that you wouldn't really show anyone else. he has no idea what quentin felt from him but as long as he doesn't go blabbing it, penny can let it go. )
This place is so fucked, making that happen. It's such a shitty place but then it has that kind of thing.
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Yeah in general I avoid it, but it was hot here.
(He didn't realize how much he missed it. He misses Eliot in every feasible way, but the physicality of their connection was a gap he forgot about. Quentin knows it may not be fair to use someone to fill that, but on the other hand, this is Penny. He's confident his friend wouldn't see it that way. They can be straight (figuratively) about it.)
We could do it again. (He waves a hand to try and stop what he assumes it an immediate no.) Hear me out. Shit here sucks. Having something that feels good sometimes wouldn't suck. We don't have to overthink it. (He's going for nonchalant but there's anxiety now at the pit of his stomach. He's nervous.)
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