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The fabric felt soft against his fingertips as he gently brushed over the piece of cloth extended to him by a trembling, pale hand. Steve could only smile, barely able to contain his amusement at his Lover's squeaked request for him to wear a blindfold during their lovemaking. Quentin was probably the only person he knew, who would ask for something even remotely kinky, only to dissolve into a blushing, nervous mess as soon as he'd asked.
Slowly Steve stepped closer to his Lover and brought him into an embrace full of love and gentleness. A kiss shared between the two men seemed to have the desired effect of calming his overly nervous Boyfriend down. "By all means..." Steve started, his voice a soft whisper in Quentin's ear, "please blindfold me, Quen." With a swift motion, the younger Man was pulled into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them.
Carefully Steve guided his lover onto their shared bed and fell backwards into the mattress, Quentin falling on top of him with a soft squeak. "C'mere" Steve whispered as he brought their lips together. The soft and sweet kisses quickly made way to heated and passionate ones. More tongue and teeth than anything else, really. Usually, the younger One was a bit of a prude, but tonight it seemed like he wanted to be in control. Unexpected but VERY welcome to Steve. Being on the recieving end of things for once? Sure, why not.
But this was not what Quentin had planned at all. Steve realized this by the time his pants were off with his fully naked Lover straddling his lap. Steve felt like he could come right here on the spot. Quentin had fucking prepared himself for this, judging by how wet with lube the space between his delicate thighs was. It was maddening, intoxicating even. The mental image of his usually so shy little Boyfriend stretching himself open for this and making filthy sounds in the process...If Steve hadn't been rock hard before, he definitely was now.
The view of Quentin's perfect body straddling him, thighs brushing against his erection and eyes hazy with lust was the last Steve would see for now. The Younger grabbed the blindfold and, after a questioning look asking for consent, tied it firmly around Steve's head. "Do not take it off until I tell you to." he whispered. Despite the low volume, Quentin's voice left no room for argument. A shiver ran down Steve's spine at that. Since when could the Other be so demanding? It turned him on beyond belief.
He felt the Younger lift his weight off of his hips, kneeling over Steve for a moment. Steve held his breath in anticipation, waiting for the familiar feeling of wet, warm tightness around his length. Idly his hands searched for Quentin's, their fingers intertwining the moment they touched. Steve didn't think he could love his boyfriend any more than he was in this very moment, discovering this...whole new side on him.
After what felt like an eternity to Steve, there finally was a first hint of that heat he desired to sink into so fucking much. It took nearly all of his willpower to restrain himself from just thrusting upwards and push into Quen's welcoming hole. But he knew he'd get there in a bit. Steve just needed a little more patience. "You ready?" he heard his Lover ask from above. "Fuck, Quen...just...fuck please ride me already. I want to be inside you so bad." The Older whined, unconcealed want heavy in his voice.
He loved and hated Quentin's teasing so fucking much. It was hot as hell and so maddening at the same time. Steve could almost hear the cocky grin on his Lover's lips as he untwined their hands and brought them to his hips for Steve to hold onto. And then, finally, that tight heat welcomed him and all Steve could do was groan in pleasure. At first, only the head of his leaking erection entered, but that alone felt divine already. Quentin was always about as tight as he'd been the first time they'd made love. Slowly, but at a steady pace, that heat swallowed his cock up inch by inch until at one point, Steve felt his Lover bottoming out completely.
With his boyfriend's dick balls deep inside, Quentin finally started moving with an experimental roll of his hips. The moan coming from the younger man was a downright filthy one. It was a sound Steve had never heard him make before. Usually Quen tended to make these quiet, high pitched little moans when he was overwhelmed with pleasure...But this, this was so different and Steve wanted to hear way more of it. Eventually his Lover finally started riding him for real.
Underneath a pair of exposed bodies there were silken sheets, soaked with sweat and a variety of different bodily fluids from their nightly activities. They felt the slightest bit sticky, the dampened fabric clinging to the body lying on top of it. A pair of hands tightly gripped to narrow hips, holding on to dear life as the person attached to those hips rode Steve Harrington into a blissful oblivion. He was panting, moaning and groaning every once in a while. Oh how he would love to actually see what his lover was doing to him. "Quen..." he managed to moan, his already bruising grip on the Younger tightening even further. He wanted to rip the offending cloth blocking his vision off. But Quentin had forbidden him to, had wanted him to just...feel. It was both a blessing and a curse to be blind during sex. Nothing to focus on, only unbridled (and quite overwhelming) pleasure brought to him by the young Man in his lap.
Despite being unable to see, Steve could almost perfectly imagine the look of pleasure on his boyfriend's face. Clouded eyes, a dampened forhead, a deep blush from all the effort on his cheeks ass he drove his hips down with an irrefutable determination to bring them both to the edge and far beyond. The thought alone made Steve shudder with excitement. Quentin was a fucking expert at this. His lithe form moving fluently, curve of his ass pressed so perfectly against him as the greedy (and tight) little hole took him so very deep.
From above Steve heard his Boyfriend gasp for air, a tiny whimper following closely behind. He felt Quentin's thighs quiver to his sides as he repeated the same movement a few times. Shortly afterwards, a moan errupted from the smaller Man's throat. Steve felt the weight in his lap shift as Quentin seemed to bend down. The upcoming moan was interrupted and caught in Steve's mouth as the (to him) softest lips in the entire world pressed against his, any sound muffled the moment they kissed. Their lovemaking had went on for quite some time, both men chasing their release in an attempt to come undone in each others arms.
The mattress dipped down to the left and right of his head as Quentin leaned his elbow on it for support and brought their forheads together, moving his hips in a frenzied pace with no rhythm to it anymore. Those tight walls wrapped around his dick quivered, sucking him right in to milk him dry. It was blissful, as close to perfection as anything could come in this world. With nothing to focus on but this absolutely overwhelming pleasure burning through his entire being, Steve's back arched off of the sheets with a load moan as he came inside his Lover.
The younger Man followed quickly after him, burying his head in the crook of Steve's neck to muffle his pleasured scream as his seed made a mess on both of their chests as they both rode out their orgasms. Quentin, exhausted and utterly boneless, rolled off of Steve. He was panting heavily while he gave himself a moment to recover from this high. Both of them needed a brief pause before doing...anything at all.
Eventually there was a soft pair of hands touching Steve, quickly untying the knot on the blindfold and finally giving him vision again. He blinked a couple of times while he adjusted to the sudden light before taking a look at his boyfriend. Quen was a mess, sweaty and sticky with flushed cheeks and red marks on his hips where Steve's hands had been squeezing way too hard just a short while ago. Overwhelmed with affection and love for the man next to him, Steve wrapped his arms around the shorter One and pulled him into an embrace.
"I Love you." The Older whispered as they lay there for a moment longer. "How about a quick rinse in the shower before sleep? Don't feel like being sticky in the morning..." he suggested, already letting go of Quen who slowly got into motion as well. They made their way into the bathroom to take a shower, the door shutting with an audible click behind them.