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

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Air hissed when Quinn stroked his palm over the raw looking bite mark on the nape of his neck. He healed it as best he could, feeling ever so slightly guilty about the rough treatment the other ghoul had received from drunken him during the night. And this morning, quite a few times. Then again in the shower as they were cleaning each other up.

Air sighed and Quinn rubbed his skin gently. He was laid face down on his bed and Quinn straddled him, running healing hands over his back and shoulders. He soothed the other ghoul’s aches and healed the cuts and bruises.

Air turned his face to the side to glance back at him.

“What are you feeling guilty about?” he said, voice still groggy from the sleep and the alcohol but no less astute because of it.

Quinn frowned at him, resting his palm over a trio of claw marks on his shoulder. Air flinched at first but soon relaxed into his touch as the tingles of magic got to work.

“What do you think?” he murmured.

Air chuckled.

“Well I don’t know what the problem is. I certainly don’t feel guilty.”

Quinn glanced down at himself, well aware of what Air was referring to. He was almost as marked up as the other ghoul was. Air had given just as much back. The alcohol from the previous night had sent them slightly feral and Quinn relaxed again. He knew Air loved that side of them, but his quintessential self recoiled sometimes when faced with the wounds that were left behind.

Quinn leaned in and kissed the skin he’d just healed.

“I know. Your back was pretty bad though,” Quinn said.

Air shifted and turned beneath him. Quinn knelt and gave him the room to move. He came to rest on his back and reached out to run his claws down Quinn’s stomach.

“It’s fine now. I love your marks on my skin.” He closed his eyes and shivered. They were glowing steadily when he opened them again. He eyes roamed Quinn's body and continued lower down, making him grin when he saw the effect this closeness was having on him. Again. “What the fuck was in that whiskey? Did Fire slip a Viagra in there again?”

Quinn snorted and breathed in Air’s scent, leaning over him and kissing his neck. Air tipped his head back and Quinn could feel the satiated thrum coming through their bond as he worked his way higher. He kissed every mark he’d left there and reached down, stroking his hand along Air’s thigh and hooking it behind his knee. He lifted it slightly, moving himself into position in the cradle of Air’s body.

He gasped as Quinn sank his way in; no resistance and always so wet for him. He skimmed reverent hands over Air’s body, directing tingles of soothing magic to everywhere he touched.

Air groaned and Quinn leaned in to capture his lips as he fucked him oh so slowly, tongue probing his lips gently for entry. Again, Air welcomed him in, stroking deft fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him even closer.

It was Quinn’s turn to moan as he felt Air contracting around him, squeezing him in time with his thrusts. He put their foreheads together and met Air’s eyes. They lit up with a smile and he gasped as Quinn directed some quintessence between them.

“Oh fuck, Quinn, I’m...” He moaned as Quinn ground himself into him, dragging himself over the place he knew all too well would feel so good. “Fuck! Oh fuck! I love you so fucking much it hurts,” Air whined.

Quinn grinned and bit his bottom lip, holding it between his teeth as he reached between them and took hold of Air, working his cock with a firm grip.

“Be a good boy and cum for me then,” he said against Air’s lips. “Show me how much you love me.”