All I Want (vulquinn)

Bite

May 23rd, 1994 11:46 p.m.

Sal stopped all his movements as he looks into Q's eyes and feels his hot panting breath on his face. Everything felt like a haze to him in this moment, drunk on love and just drunk period. His lips part slightly but no words escape as he mentally bites his tongue, unsure of what his next move should be or if this is even a good idea.

Q grows impatient and grabs Sal's hips and slides him on his lap. Sal now flustered and straddling Q still remains quiet, covering his mouth to shield the moan that threatened to escape. Sal wasn't scared to admit that seeing Q become so dominating over him in a single swift motion turned him on. It turned him on more than his filthy imagination and way more than any dirty magazine could.

"Let me ask again: how much of me do you want Sal? Don't be shy." Q repeats the question again in a calm intimidating tone that made Sal feel as though he was gonna melt. He moves Sal's hand away from his mouth and stares into his eyes expecting an answer. Sal's heart feels like a jackhammer in his chest and he knew there was no way of escaping the lustful prison he found himself in.

"I... I want all of you Q, it's all i've ever wanted." It all came flowing out to no avail and Sal couldn't be bothered to stop what was already in motion, he hungered to admire the bare bones of Q and all he had to offer tonight.

"Is that so, Sally boy?" Q licked his lips and his voice felt like velvet in Sal's ears and his hands felt like he was being held like a piece of valuable art: delicately but with a sense of domineering protection. His senses were pulsing in overwhelming shockwaves as Q began to unbutton the shirt Sal had adorned. Sal watched with trained eyes and his breath hitched with each button Q had managed to loosen up in his terribly drunken state, he could feel the heat building and blood rushing to sinful places. "There's no telling you how often i've fantasized about this, you're what's been plaguing my thoughts late at night. You're the one taking up so much space in my head I can't think straight anymore." As Sal shakes away the shirt, Q leans in to plant kisses all along his jaw line and neck, taking some of the delicate flesh between his teeth and nibbling.

Sal's back arches at the sensation and moves his body in closer as he tries to remove Q's shirt. Sal's hips shift slightly and he feels exactly how tight his pants have gotten in the few steamy minutes of activity they've endured. In the same motion, he accidentally grinds a little against Q's own hard on and he buries his face in the crook of Sal's neck to let out a deep groan. Sal feels Q's voice vibrating against his skin and his cold finger tips along the hem of his pants as they go to find the buckle of his belt and release him from the tight confines of his pants leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Sal follows in suit and fiddles with the other's belt and Q watches with a hunger in his eyes, but Sal quickly stops and has a moment of define judgement as he quickly analyzes the situation for a sober second.

"Brian..." Q jolts at the sudden use of his actual name as his eyes trail up his arms up to his hazel eyes that could pierce through his soul. "Are you sure about this? Do you want this?" Q felt himself go stone cold sober for a moment as the words that were spoken crawl into the cracks of his spine. No one had ever really asked him what he wanted before or if he was sure. His hands grip at bare hips and his lower lip finds itself between his teeth as he tries to untangle the spider web of emotions he's caught himself in. As he stares into eternity, his salacious mind slowly overtook all rational thought and he smirked with darkened dominating eyes.

"Nothing would bring me more pleasure than just to have you tonight. But I can only continue if you let me." He sounded so convincing and spoke with a sense of authority. But in the closed off and blocked out sober crevices of his mind, Q wasn't one hundred percent sure of himself. His body felt like an inferno and wanted nothing more than the heated embrace of the young man that sat before him, but his mind was a silent scream of his internal instinct to run away from things that he couldn't make any sense of. His emotions drowned that all away and gave him a green light to continue the decision he would lament over come the next morning.