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It started with a faint rustling sound. A fabric of some sort at his calves carefully pulled off. Another warm feeling at his hips, moving down with his boxers, and the quiet sound of that garment hitting the carpet.
Quincy slowly stirred, eyes struggling to open. He blinked slowly and let the world come into focus. The room was completely dark and silent besides the movements of someone infront of him. He looked toward that figure.
TJ's hand caressed his thigh, rubbing up and down the soft skin. He pressed his thumb further in, taking his time in feeling each little part of it.
"Morning," he said, finally noticing his partner waking up. His hand found the inner part of his thigh and gave a gentle squeeze.
Quincy mumbled a 'morning' back. He still could hardly keep his eyes open, phasing in and out of consciousness.
TJ sat up and put his other hand on Quincy's thigh before pulling Quincy's legs apart and laid himself on top of him. His cock lined up with Quincy's hole. He slid only the head in.
TJ then looked over Quincy's dazed expression while he began to slowly thrust into him. It was just too cute seeing him confused like this—so different from his usual demeanor. So pretty beneath him. So helpless.
"Stay still for me, Quince," he spoke under his breath, leaning to speak into Quincy's ear as the man began to squirm.
TJ took his time, gradually letting Quincy take more and more of his dick, yet kept the same pace. His mouth found the other's neck, now tenderly kissing and giving kitty licks to the side.
When he looked back, he saw Quincy's cock rising and hardening.
"Already?" TJ asked. "You're so eager."
Quincy whined in response, turning his head to the side and giving TJ more room on his neck. He gave an amused hum and began to leave wet bites trailing down it.
Eyes closing in bliss, Quincy weakly jerked his hips into the air, trying desperately to stimulate himself even more. The slow pace TJ took had him impatient and needy, whimpering like a puppy begging for attention.
"This not enough for you?" He lifted his head to see his partner's face. "Come on, baby. Tell me what you want."
"Go faster, please…" he mumbled.
"You really want it?"
He nodded, opening his eyes to look at TJ, who barely sped up.
"Is this better?"
"Faster."
Again, TJ practically kept the same pace.
"Well?"
"It's not enough," he whined, frustrated.
"So needy." TJ pressed a short but sweet kiss to his lips. "If you really want it, beg for it."
Without hesitation, Quincy began to plead, "Please, TJ..! Please, come on—"
Without warning, TJ thrusted his entire length in and out of Quincy in a drastic change of speed. He felt the man beneath him tense up, grasping at his hoodie and clutching it like he would fall if he let go. The heat from their bodies pressing so tightly against eachother grew, and he could hear Quincy's heavy breathing, nearly feel each inhale and exhale from their proximity. He couldn't help himself from smirking at the broken moan his partner let out, not expecting the change to be so sudden.
"How's this for faster?" he teased.
Quincy responded only with a sweet whimper he felt he could get addicted to hearing. His breathing hitched as he felt himself nearing his climax, cock pulsing and mind going blank as he struggled to focus on anything but the pleasure spreading through his body.
At last, a line of cum spurted out of Quincy's cock, wanton moans accompanying his orgasm. He dug his nails into TJ's back and pulled him closer as he let himself be swept away.
Seeing this, TJ came inside of Quincy. His whole body tensed with pleasure, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning as well.
Little by little as he began to calm, he slowed his thrusts, taking deep breaths and pulling his dick out.
Quincy's grip on his partner's hoodie relaxed. He took a moment to catch his breath and found himself pulling the man closer.
TJ pulled himself slightly above Quincy's body with his elbow pressed into the mattress. His other hand pushed a blond lock out of his face, then tenderly kissed his forehead.
"You're so loud," TJ teased, running his hand through Quincy's hair.
Quincy breathed a laugh. "Like you're not."
As he came down from the high, the exhaustion began to creep back into Quincy. The hand soothingly scratching his scalp nearly lulled him to sleep then and there, but he fought to stay awake with half-lidded eyes, wanting to bask in that loving caress a moment longer.
TJ pressed another kiss to Quincy's lips. He was going to say something, but his partner was already sleeping (despite his efforts).
He laid his head on Quincy's chest, feeling the way it rose and fell with his breathing. And subconsciously, he found himself intertwining his fingers with Quincy's before he drifted off to sleep.