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Post by tarquin finley ellis on Nov 2, 2012 18:15:18 GMT -5
 The quickness and agility that Quinn has seems far different then what Lexi has. It's force and pressure that fuel Quinn's, while it's something else that does so for the Greek male. Still, what Lexi has only calls to Quinn to catch the male and bend him to his will. He can't help it, not really. So much of what Lexi does calls to Quinn's body to want to take, to dominate. It doesn't really even register to Quinn unless he's pressed to think about it, but there it is.
Quinn doesn't pry when he enters the room. He understands well that Lexi needs his secrets and such, so he focuses on the other creature in the room that's moving his way. He hears Lexi tell him the cat's name and gives a nod; still just watching. Quinn doesn't attempt to touch the cat when she's in his space, though he does take his shirt off without hesitation when told to make himself comfortable. No problem there. He even works his pants off, leaving his boxers to flop on his back on Lexi's bed; waiting for the male. It would be fun, perhaps, to let Lexi regulate a pace with guiding hands. Right? |
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Post by ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS on Nov 3, 2012 0:10:38 GMT -5
There's something electric and fun about being around the other man. It's something that he can appreciate, something that drives his mind wild. He's shivering with excitement, his eyes alight. The creature is bright and hot, lights shining in his eyes. With a fluid motion, smooth like quicksilver, he's straddling Quinn's waist. There's a warm kiss to the Irishman's lips, a wicked smirk playing across his face and creeping into his eyes. His hands rest on the creature's shoulders, leaning down, using them as a balance point. Things would be really entertaining really fast, now wouldn't they?
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Post by tarquin finley ellis on Nov 3, 2012 0:46:38 GMT -5
No strings attached. Not now, not before.... it makes everything better, easier. It makes this something that Quinn can dive into without looking back. Without thinking over anything that he isn't presently. He can just be what he is and that's all there is to it. Cut and clean and fun. Quinn wants it to stay that way. It's the safest thing he's got going, it'll be the last thing he'll probably break, simply because it doesn't hurt anything.
Laying on his back, it doesn't take long for Lexi to be there, straddling his waist. Quinn smiles, doesn't even hesitate at all when the kiss comes. There's nothing in it but simple lust, but it's still something. Quinn's hands roam down the male's back, tapping lightly at Lexi's spine with fingertips trailing ever downward. Entertaining, yes. It sure would be.
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