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He shivered and pulled against the grip on his hair, trying to get a proper kiss.

“I don’t know. Never actually done this before.

” He blinked when Quinn pulled away, wondering what he’d said.

Then his brain caught up with his mouth.

Oh shit. He swallowed hard and sat back, bracing himself for judgment or mockery, but Quinn cupped his face with both hands.

“You’ve really never been with anyone before?”

“No. Never wanted to either, until I got to know you.”

“I’ve been flirting with you for years . ”

Lukas felt his face get hot. “Really?”

Quinn groaned, but it ended on a laugh. “Fuck. I thought you hated me all this time.”

“I never hated you.” He grabbed Quinn’s hips and pulled until he was standing between Lukas’ legs. “Always just thought you were way too good for me.”

Quinn shook his head, pressing his face into Lukas’ hair. “Okay, then we’re doing this right. What’s your biggest fantasy?”

His face burned hotter as he nuzzled against Quinn’s neck. “Being completely at your mercy.”

“Fuck.” Quinn straightened, stroking his thumbs against Lukas’ cheeks before stepping back and going to the closet.

He pulled a box out from the back and rummaged for a moment before standing with a pair of handcuffs with fuzzy purple padding.

He spun them on a finger and held them up as if in offering. “Something like this?”

“That’ll work,” he managed to get out, gripping the sheets.

Quinn tilted his head, a grin slowly spreading on his face. “Can I blindfold you too?”

Lukas swallowed a strangled moan and nodded, his nerves returning with a vengeance as Quinn turned back to the box and pulled out a long strip of black cloth. “Do I want to know why you have those?”

“I don’t know, do you?” Quinn raised an eyebrow and planted a hand on Lukas’ chest, pushing him onto his back.

“Maybe later,” he decided, pulling himself further on the bed and settling against the pillows.

His breathing stuttered as Quinn fastened a handcuff on one wrist before threading it through one of the holes in the headboard.

He obediently offered his other hand, heat flooding him as the handcuff clicked into place.

Quinn leaned over him, grasping both wrists with a grin and leaning down to brush their lips together. “Good boy,” he purred.

Lukas shivered, tension melting out of him. His eyes slipped closed as Quinn pressed slow kisses against his lips, hands inching down Lukas’ arms before delving his tongue inside. Too soon, he pulled away, lifting the blindfold and waiting for Lukas to nod before securing it around his eyes.

“Okay?”

Lukas licked his lips and forced out a slow breath. He flexed his fingers and wrists, tugging against the handcuffs before nodding .

Quinn hummed and dragged his fingertips down Lukas’ chest, which was suddenly far more sensitive than it should have been.

His skin erupted in goose bumps, and he squirmed, dread and excitement both flaring in his chest when Quinn laughed.

“Oh, this’ll be fun.” His fingers continued their path down, hooking in the waistband of the borrowed sweats and tugging them off.

Warm hands pressed against his thighs, nudging them apart. The puff of hot breath was his only warning before Quinn took him into his mouth. He arched off the bed with a sharp gasp, the handcuffs rattling as he instinctively tried to reach for Quinn. To touch him or bury his hands in soft hair.

Whose bright idea was it to restrain him? Why did he think this would be fun?

A strong grip pinned his hips down when he tried to thrust, and he hissed in frustration. Then Quinn’s mouth vanished. He opened his mouth to protest, but it died in his throat when teeth sank into his thigh hard enough to sting.

“Be good,” Quinn ordered.

Lukas went limp like a light switch he hadn’t even known existed had been flipped.

“Better.” Quinn soothed a hand over Lukas’ side, kissing across his stomach before making his way down again. This time he didn’t take Lukas into his mouth, but pressed wet kisses up one side of his cock and down the other.

Lukas cursed under his breath, tossing his head back with a pleading moan. Quinn seemed intent on tormenting him, licking him from balls to tip, swirling his tongue around his head. Then repeating. Over and over, until he was sure he’d combust.

Then Quinn pulled away, sliding his hand from Lukas’ thigh to his shoulder as he moved around the bed. A drawer opened and shut before the bed shifted as Quinn climbed up beside him. A bottle cap flicked open, then snapped shut a moment later.

He shuddered in anticipation, turning into Quinn’s heat as much as possible when he pressed closer.

He parted his lips and eagerly slid his tongue against Quinn’s, sucking away the taste of himself.

He braced his heels against the bed and groaned as slick fingers pushed into him.

When they pressed deeper, he broke the kiss and dropped his head to the pillow.

Then they shifted and flexed and hit a spot that made sparks explode behind the blindfold, pleasure igniting his nerves.

“Fuck,” he gasped, turning his head when he felt Quinn’s smile against his shoulder.

Quinn leaned over him, nipping his lower lip as he flexed his fingers again.

That was apparently all that was needed for Lukas to beg. “Please. Quinn, please. Need you inside me.”

“I know,” Quinn murmured, pulling his hand away for more lube, then pressing another finger in. That one burned a little, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“I can take it.”

“I know,” he said again, somehow sounding completely unaffected.

“Fuck you,” Lukas hissed, then yelped when Quinn pressed a warning thumb against his balls.

“Don’t make me gag you.”

Lukas swallowed the urge to dare Quinn to do exactly that. As willing as he was to explore those urges, he could only handle so many new things at a time.

Quinn waited a moment for a response, then hummed and returned to his task, driving Lukas insane as he worked his fingers in deeper while kissing Lukas’ neck, teeth scraping against sensitive flesh in mockery of a claim.

Lukas shuddered with need, flexing his wrists against the handcuffs until he felt the cheap metal threaten to snap. “ Quinn .”

“Fine, fine.” Quinn pressed a quick kiss to Lukas’ lips and pulled his fingers out. “So much for being completely at my mercy,” he said with a soft laugh.

“You’re a sadist.”

“Only a little.” The bed shifted as Quinn settled between Lukas’ legs, his warmth a phantom presence as he leaned closer, before a hot, wet tongue slid from Lukas’ navel up to his nipple.

Lukas arched beneath Quinn as hands groped his ass and lifted, hissing an eager “Yes” when Quinn finally pushed into him.

He was bigger than Lukas remembered from when he’d had his mouth on him, but he wasn’t complaining.

As many times as he’d imagined this, none of them came close to being as good as the real thing.

He clamped his legs around Quinn’s hips, digging heels into his ass to urge him on .

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Quinn dragged his teeth against Lukas’ neck again as he slammed his hips forward, finally giving him what he wanted.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” he gasped. “Wanna feel it tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna feel it for days,” Quinn growled, digging his fingers into Lukas’ ass hard enough to bruise.

“Yeah? You think you can fuck me that good?” he taunted, a thrill going through him when hot breath rushed against his ear.

“Yeah, I do,” Quinn murmured, before doing just that.

Lukas lost track of everything except the places Quinn touched him.

The alternating feathery light kisses and sharp bites on his neck.

The hands sliding up his back, down his sides, and back up his chest. The fingers pinching his nipples or pressing past his lips to stroke his tongue.

The thick, hard cock driving into him over and over and over as his own cock was left aching and neglected.

“Quinn please,” he gasped, on the verge of sobbing.

“Yeah,” Quinn grunted, gripping Lukas’ hair and pulling his head to the side.

“ Yes .” Lukas eagerly bared his neck, the feel of Quinn’s teeth sinking into his flesh everything he’d ever fantasized.

His entire body clenched from the sharp pain and deep twist of magic as Quinn claimed him.

The pleasure that followed was so intense that his vision went white and he came untouched, his muscles aching as he shuddered through the longest orgasm of his life.

“That was hot,” Quinn murmured, tugging the blindfold off before fumbling with the release on the handcuffs.

Lukas grunted when his arms hit the bed, too dazed and focused on steadying his breathing to bother moving yet.

“Mark me,” Quinn ordered.

It took a moment for his brain to register that. “Really?”

“You don’t want to?”

“Of course I want to.” Lukas slid his hands into Quinn’s hair and tugged. “Didn’t think you’d really want me to.”

Quinn huffed and braced his hand next to Lukas’ head before bumping their noses together. “Years, Lukas. Fucking years . Not letting you get away that easy. Now mark me. ”

“So bossy,” he murmured, nuzzling his way down Quinn’s neck and breathing in his scent, the sweetness of it muted with arousal. He twisted his fingers tighter in the soft hair and held Quinn steady as he bit down.

Quinn jerked against him with a strangled shout, his hips slamming forward to bury himself deep in Lukas’ ass as he came.

Lukas slumped against the pillows again with a grunt of satisfaction and a breathless laugh when Quinn collapsed on top of him. He carded his fingers through Quinn’s hair as they both fell silent, their breaths slowing into a matching rhythm.

Eventually, Quinn stirred, tilting his head to nuzzle and kiss at the mark he’d left. “Good?” he asked softly.

“Great. You?”

Quinn smiled. “Yeah, same.” He sighed and shifted enough to pull out before grabbing the covers and settling in.

“We need to clean up.”

“Don’t give a shit,” Quinn muttered, yawning and throwing an arm and a leg over Lukas. “We’ll shower later.”

Lukas wrinkled his nose, already itching for said shower, but he was too comfortable and worn out to move. Despite sleeping so long already, he yawned and closed his eyes. “What’re you getting Max for Christmas?”

“Fuuuck, I have no idea.”

“Yeah, me neither.”