lizardkingeliot:“Hey.” Eliot was there, gazing down, his pretty pink mouth curling up. R
lizardkingeliot:“Hey.” Eliot was there, gazing down, his pretty pink mouth curling up. Reality slogging by in slow motion. The way he reached out with one hand, took Quentin by the front of his shirt.“Hey—”The word clipped off at the end, rolling into a dark-throated moan. Eliot was swallowing it down. It was maddening, the way it built, all heat and pawing hands. Deep and slow, chambers of Quentin’s heart working like pistons. Pounding, pounding—“One week into their reunion fuckfest,” Margo’s voice suddenly cut in through the fog, “and already these two are gonna turn me into the bitch who has to say get a room.”Eliot’s lips went still as stone, his grip on Quentin’s shirt going slack. “Eight days,” he muttered. A single kiss pressed to the corner of Quentin’s mouth, and he pulled away, turning his attention swiftly to Margo. “Reunion fuckfest started eight days ago, Bambi.”a litany of dreams | part two of the time cast a spell on you seriesread the first chapter on ao3part one | series page now complete :) -- source link
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