( 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.)
( well, that's a surprise. penny just stares up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how he feels about that. he and quentin are friends, sure, but this?
this feels like it could get dangerous quick. they're never gonna be in love or any of that shit but having sex a few times doesn't sound that bad.
still, he's penny and he thinks the worst. he doesn't say that, he just stares and thinks. )
You just had your dick in me, Penny, I know it's you.
(Quentin's tone is dry to say the least. It's not an outright rejection which is more than he expected. He doesn't plan on anything between them outside of sex, but he also is aware that he's well known to be messy as fuck. And his emotions do get complicated. But at the moment he's convinced that it's fine and it'll be fine and he can be cool. He may never see Eliot again, but he's not ready to start dating. A friends with benefits situation would be great.)
Listen, the reality is we had sex and it was good and that means the next time we're drunk, our drunk brains will remember that and probably lead back here anyway.
(Drunk brains cannot be trusted. And Q doubts they'll never be drinking together again. They've got tons of alcohol and there's Red Wings. It feels inevitable to him, whether it's the next time they're lonely or not. He's intellectualizing it well.)
( penny's instinct is to say no. even if it wasn't quentin, his instinct would be to say no, to tell the other man that he doesn't need a fuck buddy.
but, he knows that this place can twist you up and turn you inside out and sex...is good reliever for tension like that. and here's quentin offering it up after a very good round of sex. he can't deny that.
he licks his lips and then sighs, absolutely shocked that he's going to agree to this. )
(Quentin loves cuddling so it will definitely have to be a reminder to himself, but he's okay with that. It's not like he has an urge right now to cuddle with Penny. He feels fucking great that Penny's on board because sometimes stress relief is a thing to hope for. The rejection wouldn't have hurt as bad as it did with Eliot, since Penny's a different type of risk, but he's still glad it didn't happen.)
But. (He does reach out to find his clothes but doesn't put them on. Just drag them closer.) Can we do it on the bed next? No sleepover or anything, it's just better on the knees and going down on you.
(One time on the floor is hot, two times probably would be too, but eventually he'd get tired of rug burn or floorboards. It seems like a fair request and the no sleepover helps acknowledge he's not trying to make it more than sex.)
( putting your head in his lap had totally been starting it, quentin, and you will not convince penny otherwise. but, considering it turned into sex like that, he's okay with it. )
But yeah, fine, bed. Next time, there'll be a bed.
( unless quentin puts his head in penny's lap again. then, all bets are off. )
Yeah and it was super hot fucking right here, I'm just saying.
(The fact the lust took them over so much that they didn't bother to move anywhere but went at it on the floor is hot, in Quentin's opinion. He's glad he did it. He's trying to low key set some rules for them. No cuddling. Sex in a bedroom is fine. It's a smart way of edging around what he's pushing for.)
Cool. Hey. I have a bed like ... right there.
(Quentin oh so innocently waves in the direction of said bed. Obviously Penny knows the way, it's an invitation.)
Maybe you could take your clothes off this time. I mean, unless you don't have another go in you ....
(Is he being a bit of a prick? Kind of. He's actually trying to flirt but since it's Penny apparently flirting to him is being a prick. He's also trying to get a reaction out of him.)
( jesus, quentin. you don't take any breaks, do you? he has to laugh, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. of course quentin would be some kind of sex fiend. he doesn't even know why he's surprised. )
You challenging my stamina?
( what a dick you were, quentin. that's gonna mean no dick for you if penny decides to be an ass. )
( Quentin grins at him, indicating he knows he's being an ass but he's feeling good and playful. So sue him. He does kind of have a sexual appetite, although at the moment it's as much about not being lonely and feeling less shitty. Something they both could use, in his opinion. Besides who knows the next time he'll be able to convince Penny to climb into bed with him. He's already proven he'll take advantage when he can. )
Hey we've only had sex the one time, how would I know?
( He reaches over and tugs playfully on Penny's shirt. Not to pull it off, although he'd really like to. He's still being respectful of boundaries while they figure out what those are for each other. )
You're telling me you don't want another blow job right now? I wasn't even bringing my A game.
( Which is saying a lot considering Quentin already proved he's pretty damn good at those. But he was in a hurry to have sex. He could spend a lot of time between Penny's legs if he let him. )
My dick ain't even hard again, Quentin. You wanna suck on my soft cock or something?
( he's crude and you know that, quentin, so hopefully that's not gonna be a deal breaker. but, at the tug on his shirt, he gets up, stretching and sighing. )
But no, I'm not going to turn down a blow job. How about you just let me lay down for a second and we'll figure out what to do next.
( maybe he'll even suck you off, quentin. maybe he's feeling that good after getting blown and getting off. )
I only went straight for your cock because I was in the moment. If you take those clothes off I'll get you there eventually.
( Quentin is trouble in the bedroom, to be honest, he likes sex and he likes pleasing people and those two things together make him a pretty good partner. If relentless. They're both crude so Penny being direct or abrupt works just fine for him. He's gotten enough passive-aggressive stuff from his exes. Straight-forwardness is refreshing.
He casually sneaks a hand under Penny's shirt and runs it up his chest. The skin on skin contact flares up the empathy bond, Quentin's desire mixed with curiosity about Penny and interest in his reactions. He's not afraid of the bond because all he feels is good at the moment. Especially with Penny giving into him. )
( but penny doesn't pull quentin's hand away. it's warm and though the bond flares to life and bares some of his feels for the other man to see, he's too content to really give a shit. he's not showing anything that he doesn't want someone else to see so he'll deal with it. )
You are the hand holding, cuddling type, aren't you? Just lay all over the other person when you're sleeping.
I'm trying to seduce you, touching's kind of necessary.
( That's how he got Penny in the first place! By using suggestive touch and you know, his mouth right in his crotch. It was a pretty good job all things considered, but now he has to get more creative since they're not caught in that moment the same way. He has to improvise. Quentin thinks he's doing alright since Penny isn't smacking him away. He's seen Penny shirtless many times but he's never been allowed to touch him. Quentin impatiently tugs at Penny's shirt again, this time wanting it off.
Quentin shrugs at the accusation. Of course he is that type of guy. He does practically lie on top of Eliot whenever they're together. Penny would know from living briefly with the two as a couple that Quentin does like to hold hands, although they weren't terrible about PDA outside of flirting. But he's pointedly refusing to think about Eliot. )
Guilty as charged, but we already agreed no cuddling, so you don't have to worry about it.
( penny sounds amused but he also doesn't stop quentin trying to wrangle his shirt off him. he let's him pull it off and then flops back down onto the bed, resting a hand against his chest. )
There, you happy now? ( he sounds amused though, peering up at quentin with something of a smirk on his face. ) You gonna make taking my shirt off worth my while?
( As if he is going to pretend he doesn't find Penny attractive now. He's always found Penny attractive. Mean, yes, hot, yes. Sometimes hot because he's mean. He's seen Penny shirtless, he used to unbutton his shirts low or have bare arms, but it's different now. It's different because he's more or less being invited to look and enjoy and touch.
He's more muscular than Quentin for sure, he has great arms, and a nice scattering of hair on his chest that Quentin likes in guys. Quentin himself is still naked and while he knows he doesn't stack up physique-wise, he is not getting in his head about it. He wants to focus on Penny. )
Look who's the impatient one now.
( He's just teasing. Quentin moves over to him and crawls on top, taking Penny's hand off his chest and moving it off. Q kisses Penny for the first time, although it's his chest rather than his mouth. He trails his mouth over his skin, exploring it, tracing the line of one of Penny's ab muscles with his tongue, and then tests out what Penny's willing to let him do by licking one of his nipples. )
( if he's not careful, penny knows that he could get used to this. he doesn't consider himself an overly tactile person but he's not a monk either. he likes to be touched and quentin knows how to touch.
he closes his eyes, moaning out his approval. he's feeling lazy and casual and turned on so he just let's quentin...go. when his mouth gets near penny's nipple, he groans and reaches to thread his fingers through quentin's hair, trying to be encouraging without words.
he shifts a little, pressing his chest up towards quentin's mouth. he's okay with this, he's good. )
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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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this feels like it could get dangerous quick. they're never gonna be in love or any of that shit but having sex a few times doesn't sound that bad.
still, he's penny and he thinks the worst. he doesn't say that, he just stares and thinks. )
You know it's me you're asking, right?
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(Quentin's tone is dry to say the least. It's not an outright rejection which is more than he expected. He doesn't plan on anything between them outside of sex, but he also is aware that he's well known to be messy as fuck. And his emotions do get complicated. But at the moment he's convinced that it's fine and it'll be fine and he can be cool. He may never see Eliot again, but he's not ready to start dating. A friends with benefits situation would be great.)
Listen, the reality is we had sex and it was good and that means the next time we're drunk, our drunk brains will remember that and probably lead back here anyway.
(Drunk brains cannot be trusted. And Q doubts they'll never be drinking together again. They've got tons of alcohol and there's Red Wings. It feels inevitable to him, whether it's the next time they're lonely or not. He's intellectualizing it well.)
So let's just ... hook up when we feel like it.
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but, he knows that this place can twist you up and turn you inside out and sex...is good reliever for tension like that. and here's quentin offering it up after a very good round of sex. he can't deny that.
he licks his lips and then sighs, absolutely shocked that he's going to agree to this. )
Fine. But no cuddling.
( just saying. )
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(Quentin loves cuddling so it will definitely have to be a reminder to himself, but he's okay with that. It's not like he has an urge right now to cuddle with Penny. He feels fucking great that Penny's on board because sometimes stress relief is a thing to hope for. The rejection wouldn't have hurt as bad as it did with Eliot, since Penny's a different type of risk, but he's still glad it didn't happen.)
But. (He does reach out to find his clothes but doesn't put them on. Just drag them closer.) Can we do it on the bed next? No sleepover or anything, it's just better on the knees and going down on you.
(One time on the floor is hot, two times probably would be too, but eventually he'd get tired of rug burn or floorboards. It seems like a fair request and the no sleepover helps acknowledge he's not trying to make it more than sex.)
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( putting your head in his lap had totally been starting it, quentin, and you will not convince penny otherwise. but, considering it turned into sex like that, he's okay with it. )
But yeah, fine, bed. Next time, there'll be a bed.
( unless quentin puts his head in penny's lap again. then, all bets are off. )
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(The fact the lust took them over so much that they didn't bother to move anywhere but went at it on the floor is hot, in Quentin's opinion. He's glad he did it. He's trying to low key set some rules for them. No cuddling. Sex in a bedroom is fine. It's a smart way of edging around what he's pushing for.)
Cool. Hey. I have a bed like ... right there.
(Quentin oh so innocently waves in the direction of said bed. Obviously Penny knows the way, it's an invitation.)
Maybe you could take your clothes off this time. I mean, unless you don't have another go in you ....
(Is he being a bit of a prick? Kind of. He's actually trying to flirt but since it's Penny apparently flirting to him is being a prick. He's also trying to get a reaction out of him.)
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You challenging my stamina?
( what a dick you were, quentin. that's gonna mean no dick for you if penny decides to be an ass. )
I've got a lot of go's left in me, prick.
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Hey we've only had sex the one time, how would I know?
( He reaches over and tugs playfully on Penny's shirt. Not to pull it off, although he'd really like to. He's still being respectful of boundaries while they figure out what those are for each other. )
You're telling me you don't want another blow job right now? I wasn't even bringing my A game.
( Which is saying a lot considering Quentin already proved he's pretty damn good at those. But he was in a hurry to have sex. He could spend a lot of time between Penny's legs if he let him. )
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( he's crude and you know that, quentin, so hopefully that's not gonna be a deal breaker. but, at the tug on his shirt, he gets up, stretching and sighing. )
But no, I'm not going to turn down a blow job. How about you just let me lay down for a second and we'll figure out what to do next.
( maybe he'll even suck you off, quentin. maybe he's feeling that good after getting blown and getting off. )
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( Quentin is trouble in the bedroom, to be honest, he likes sex and he likes pleasing people and those two things together make him a pretty good partner. If relentless. They're both crude so Penny being direct or abrupt works just fine for him. He's gotten enough passive-aggressive stuff from his exes. Straight-forwardness is refreshing.
He casually sneaks a hand under Penny's shirt and runs it up his chest. The skin on skin contact flares up the empathy bond, Quentin's desire mixed with curiosity about Penny and interest in his reactions. He's not afraid of the bond because all he feels is good at the moment. Especially with Penny giving into him. )
But yeah, okay. Whatever you want.
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( but penny doesn't pull quentin's hand away. it's warm and though the bond flares to life and bares some of his feels for the other man to see, he's too content to really give a shit. he's not showing anything that he doesn't want someone else to see so he'll deal with it. )
You are the hand holding, cuddling type, aren't you? Just lay all over the other person when you're sleeping.
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( That's how he got Penny in the first place! By using suggestive touch and you know, his mouth right in his crotch. It was a pretty good job all things considered, but now he has to get more creative since they're not caught in that moment the same way. He has to improvise. Quentin thinks he's doing alright since Penny isn't smacking him away. He's seen Penny shirtless many times but he's never been allowed to touch him. Quentin impatiently tugs at Penny's shirt again, this time wanting it off.
Quentin shrugs at the accusation. Of course he is that type of guy. He does practically lie on top of Eliot whenever they're together. Penny would know from living briefly with the two as a couple that Quentin does like to hold hands, although they weren't terrible about PDA outside of flirting. But he's pointedly refusing to think about Eliot. )
Guilty as charged, but we already agreed no cuddling, so you don't have to worry about it.
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( penny sounds amused but he also doesn't stop quentin trying to wrangle his shirt off him. he let's him pull it off and then flops back down onto the bed, resting a hand against his chest. )
There, you happy now? ( he sounds amused though, peering up at quentin with something of a smirk on his face. ) You gonna make taking my shirt off worth my while?
( he just wants to see what quentin does. )
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( As if he is going to pretend he doesn't find Penny attractive now. He's always found Penny attractive. Mean, yes, hot, yes. Sometimes hot because he's mean. He's seen Penny shirtless, he used to unbutton his shirts low or have bare arms, but it's different now. It's different because he's more or less being invited to look and enjoy and touch.
He's more muscular than Quentin for sure, he has great arms, and a nice scattering of hair on his chest that Quentin likes in guys. Quentin himself is still naked and while he knows he doesn't stack up physique-wise, he is not getting in his head about it. He wants to focus on Penny. )
Look who's the impatient one now.
( He's just teasing. Quentin moves over to him and crawls on top, taking Penny's hand off his chest and moving it off. Q kisses Penny for the first time, although it's his chest rather than his mouth. He trails his mouth over his skin, exploring it, tracing the line of one of Penny's ab muscles with his tongue, and then tests out what Penny's willing to let him do by licking one of his nipples. )
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he closes his eyes, moaning out his approval. he's feeling lazy and casual and turned on so he just let's quentin...go. when his mouth gets near penny's nipple, he groans and reaches to thread his fingers through quentin's hair, trying to be encouraging without words.
he shifts a little, pressing his chest up towards quentin's mouth. he's okay with this, he's good. )
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