Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4: Papa IV Era & The Main Event - Fate Breaker (MxM)

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Air used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tear that had run lazily from Quinn’s eye. He turned his face to the side, looking away, still ashamed after all of this time for allowing the emotions to overcome him.

Air grabbed his cheeks and roughly turned his face back. He leaned over and locked eyes with him.

“No hiding,” he said through gritted teeth. “I thought you would have been happy now that we’ve re-established who you belong to. Are you not?”

“I am. Of course I am.”

Air frowned at the hoarseness of his voice. He climbed off of Quinn and gasped as they separated. He stood and wandered through to the kitchen, grabbing water from the fridge and handing it to him.

“Drink this.” Quinn propped himself up on his elbow and did as he’d been told. Air raked his gaze down his long body, laid out before him, exposed. His heated stare lingered here and there but Quinn managed not to squirm under the scrutiny. He had looked after himself properly for the past few years. He’d mostly eaten right and he’d trained hard to gain back his strength since his injury from Raziel’s angel blade. He was still below average bulk for a quintessence ghoul but Air had made sure to let him know how much he appreciated the effort from an aesthetic point of view. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmured with a smirk. “Are you hungry?”

Quinn quirked a brow at him.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe is not an answer. Either you are or you aren’t. And I’m talking about food. Filth on the brain, always,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You must be hungry by now so you will eat.”

Quinn’s stomach rumbled just then and Air gave him a smug smile. He went and grabbed some fruit from one of the bags they’d brought and tossed Quinn an apple. He took a bite, aware of how surreal this was as he lay there, fucked out, bleeding from the cut on his cheek and covered in the scent of his mate – the mate that had just absolutely rocked his world and was now making sure he ate a snack.

Quinn chuckled and Air came to sit beside him on the furs.

“What’s so funny?” he asked sharply.

“Just thinking.”

Air smirked and his eyes glinted purple.

“I wouldn’t bother with that. You will be needing to focus your attention on me again very soon.” He nuzzled Quinn’s neck and trailed a hand down his chest, tracing swirls and circles down his body as he scraped his fangs along his skin. “Are you doing okay?” he asked, hand reaching lower.

Quinn groaned as Air’s fingers closed around him. He was still so sensitive but was apparently ready to go again already. Air chuckled when Quinn responded instantly to the touch. Like Air had said, he was such a fucking slut for him.

“Apparently yes,” he whispered.

Air stroked him slowly for a while and his breath caught. The way he was reacting now was the polar opposite to the last few days. So far, the memories of Andras were becoming less and less significant, here in their sacred space with just the two of them. Air was gentle and Quinn panted as a slow burn of pleasure radiated out from where their skin met. Quinn lay back and closed his eyes, savouring the feel of Air’s hand on him.

It drifted lower, fingers skimming along his taint and Quinn cursed. He instinctively reached for Air to push him away, the light touch was almost too much. Air captured his wrist though, keeping his hand where it was and massaging slowly.

“Poor thing, so sensitive, I know what it’s like. We can work through it though. I think I know what will help.”

He turned Quinn’s face to his and captured his lips in a kiss. It was slow and it matched the rhythm of the strokes that he'd resumed but Air made sure that he stayed in control. Quinn went with it. He was putty in the other ghoul’s hands right now, he’d pretty much do anything that his mate asked him to.