Quentin's head tips back and Eliot's mouth just slides down his throat, sucking at soft skin and then biting down at it, leaving it wet and bruised beneath his mouth. Fuck he wants to leave a map of everywhere he's been on Q's body.

It's his turn to gasp and lift his head though when Quentin touches him, and then Quentin's mouth is on his throat too and his hands in Eliot's hair. He groans. This wasn't in his plan for tonight, but he wants it so much he can't think of anything else he wants more.

He slides his fingers under Quentin's chin, tipping it up again to kiss him, and then pulling back, holding his gaze as Eliot slides his hand down Quentin's chest, low on his belly until he was toying with the waistband of his soft pajama pants, waiting for some kind of permission and watching Quentin before he went any further.