[Okay, he's officially decided he can grumble about her messing up his hair later—and he will, don't you worry—but for right now? Right now he has other priorities.
The first round of this ended because they were bickering and trying to one-up each other, which... tracks, considering their personalities. This time, though? This time they have a shared goal. The same priorities. They're in perfect agreement for the first time literally ever, and it's about fucking each other stupid in two planes of reality simultaneously. Go figure.
This second round has been about wish-fulfillment, mostly on his end—though she certainly hasn't had any complaints—and there's one thing on his list he still wants. It's stupid and way, way more cliche than he prefers, but hey, cliches are cliche for a reason. And she doesn't seem like she's in the exact headspace to offer any constructive criticism right now. If it gets him jazzed, chances are very, very high it'll work for her too. Shared goal, right?]
Hey.
[He moves the hand not around her waist to gently rest on her neck. There's no pressure—unless her mind indicates she wants that, of course, he's not judging—but for him it's just the aesthetic that's appealing.]
Beg me. I wanna hear you beg.
[He uses the last shreds of his sanity to reach into her mind and lightly grasp her body's ability to climax. And he makes sure she can feel it, to clear up any potential confusion about what she's begging him for. It's the same as his hand on her throat, though, enough to be felt but easily breakable even without use of her powers. Not that Quentin has any problem with edging. Obviously. But there's a time and place, and they're both way, way too close to the finish line to bother with any of that crap in any serious capacity.]
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The first round of this ended because they were bickering and trying to one-up each other, which... tracks, considering their personalities. This time, though? This time they have a shared goal. The same priorities. They're in perfect agreement for the first time literally ever, and it's about fucking each other stupid in two planes of reality simultaneously. Go figure.
This second round has been about wish-fulfillment, mostly on his end—though she certainly hasn't had any complaints—and there's one thing on his list he still wants. It's stupid and way, way more cliche than he prefers, but hey, cliches are cliche for a reason. And she doesn't seem like she's in the exact headspace to offer any constructive criticism right now. If it gets him jazzed, chances are very, very high it'll work for her too. Shared goal, right?]
Hey.
[He moves the hand not around her waist to gently rest on her neck. There's no pressure—unless her mind indicates she wants that, of course, he's not judging—but for him it's just the aesthetic that's appealing.]
Beg me. I wanna hear you beg.
[He uses the last shreds of his sanity to reach into her mind and lightly grasp her body's ability to climax. And he makes sure she can feel it, to clear up any potential confusion about what she's begging him for. It's the same as his hand on her throat, though, enough to be felt but easily breakable even without use of her powers. Not that Quentin has any problem with edging. Obviously. But there's a time and place, and they're both way, way too close to the finish line to bother with any of that crap in any serious capacity.]