it's good, too. gives him a better hint of what the hell he's supposed to do here because no, julian has no fucking clue what he's doing, but he knows when someone makes a sound like that - it's generally a good sign to keep it up.
teeth graze against quentin's neck, but he isn't biting. not yet. instead, he gently scrapes teeth against skin until he reaches where his collar meets his shoulder, leaving a soft kiss there before he's sucking skin into his mouth hard enough to leave a mark.
the lack of sensation in his hands helps him - balance a little better. he couldn't put it into words, but they're unnecessary here regardless. fingers grip onto quentin a little tighter, and when a hand slips under his shirt, julian's sliding an arm under quentin's ass to press his weight harder up against him so he can lift him up - fully relying on physical strength rather than telekinesis, because of course he has to show off. )
Wherever.
( julian doesn't care; he isn't particular about where he's touched, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time someone went groping around him. he'll give quire as many options as he wants, because he's busy digging teeth into that same spot he'd sucked a mark into while spreading his feet a little to help balance himself just that much more. )
[Quentin feels teeth on his skin, which is regret #1. And then Julian moves a little further down.]
Fuck, are you serious, dude? A hickey? People can see that shit, man!
[The bitching would probably be a whole lot more believable if he didn't sound equally as turned on as he is annoyed. Ugh, just kill him. Out of the long, long list of shit Quentin's into, how come Julian keeps finding the things that are the most embarrassing for this specific situation? It's karma, isn't it? It's probably karma. God damn it. On the bright side, it does help ground him more. So there's that. Hooray.
Oh, and also embarrassing? Getting picked up. Especially annoying since even though Quentin's managed to gain a good bit of muscle from, you know, him and Sophie going at it for months, he still can't pick her up. But beyond that there's just... Well, fine. Elephant in the room. Jacked conventionally attractive dude with a brash attitude and a... we'll say much leaner guy with pink hair. Quentin's very aware of the optics. Assumptions that would be made. Assumptions that probably have been made, if he bothered to go scan some minds for shit. Everything that's happened so far between him and Keller? Everything that keeps happening? Pretty fucking in line with those assumptions. Enough so that it chafes. Like he can feel eyes on him. Assholes putting him into their stupid little boxes. Yeah, obviously it'd end up like this, Quire. Why would you ever think it wouldn't? I mean, just look at you.
Except... except there aren't eyes on him. He's tracking that with a psychic relay running in the background of his mind. And even if there were... does it matter? Really matter? He's been covering himself in pink for years, and he's not planning on changing that any time soon. He knows what shit he likes, and it turns out that includes "manhandling by a jacked conventionally attractive dude". So... fuck it. Fuck everyone's bullshit assumptions. Quentin is enjoying himself, and it seems like Keller is too, and if that means falling into some stereotypes, then so be it. He slings his legs around Julian's waist, which feels... weird and unfamiliar, to say the least, but not at all unpleasant. Okay... okay, yeah. This is fine. Unfortunately, the shift also makes it really awkward to shove his hands under Julian's shirt, which means he's going to just grab handfuls of fabric and tug lightly but insistently upward.]
Off.
[The shirt, obviously. Look, it's not like Keller's ever had any shyness about whipping his shirt off, why would he start now?]
And quit gnawing on me, jackass. Get back to the kissing, that was hot as fuck.
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it's good, too. gives him a better hint of what the hell he's supposed to do here because no, julian has no fucking clue what he's doing, but he knows when someone makes a sound like that - it's generally a good sign to keep it up.
teeth graze against quentin's neck, but he isn't biting. not yet. instead, he gently scrapes teeth against skin until he reaches where his collar meets his shoulder, leaving a soft kiss there before he's sucking skin into his mouth hard enough to leave a mark.
the lack of sensation in his hands helps him - balance a little better. he couldn't put it into words, but they're unnecessary here regardless. fingers grip onto quentin a little tighter, and when a hand slips under his shirt, julian's sliding an arm under quentin's ass to press his weight harder up against him so he can lift him up - fully relying on physical strength rather than telekinesis, because of course he has to show off. )
Wherever.
( julian doesn't care; he isn't particular about where he's touched, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time someone went groping around him. he'll give quire as many options as he wants, because he's busy digging teeth into that same spot he'd sucked a mark into while spreading his feet a little to help balance himself just that much more. )
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Fuck, are you serious, dude? A hickey? People can see that shit, man!
[The bitching would probably be a whole lot more believable if he didn't sound equally as turned on as he is annoyed. Ugh, just kill him. Out of the long, long list of shit Quentin's into, how come Julian keeps finding the things that are the most embarrassing for this specific situation? It's karma, isn't it? It's probably karma. God damn it. On the bright side, it does help ground him more. So there's that. Hooray.
Oh, and also embarrassing? Getting picked up. Especially annoying since even though Quentin's managed to gain a good bit of muscle from, you know, him and Sophie going at it for months, he still can't pick her up. But beyond that there's just... Well, fine. Elephant in the room. Jacked conventionally attractive dude with a brash attitude and a... we'll say much leaner guy with pink hair. Quentin's very aware of the optics. Assumptions that would be made. Assumptions that probably have been made, if he bothered to go scan some minds for shit. Everything that's happened so far between him and Keller? Everything that keeps happening? Pretty fucking in line with those assumptions. Enough so that it chafes. Like he can feel eyes on him. Assholes putting him into their stupid little boxes. Yeah, obviously it'd end up like this, Quire. Why would you ever think it wouldn't? I mean, just look at you.
Except... except there aren't eyes on him. He's tracking that with a psychic relay running in the background of his mind. And even if there were... does it matter? Really matter? He's been covering himself in pink for years, and he's not planning on changing that any time soon. He knows what shit he likes, and it turns out that includes "manhandling by a jacked conventionally attractive dude". So... fuck it. Fuck everyone's bullshit assumptions. Quentin is enjoying himself, and it seems like Keller is too, and if that means falling into some stereotypes, then so be it. He slings his legs around Julian's waist, which feels... weird and unfamiliar, to say the least, but not at all unpleasant. Okay... okay, yeah. This is fine. Unfortunately, the shift also makes it really awkward to shove his hands under Julian's shirt, which means he's going to just grab handfuls of fabric and tug lightly but insistently upward.]
Off.
[The shirt, obviously. Look, it's not like Keller's ever had any shyness about whipping his shirt off, why would he start now?]
And quit gnawing on me, jackass. Get back to the kissing, that was hot as fuck.