[When she says his name, the wall in his mindscape cracks loudly, ceiling to floor. And from there every word she says unleashes more destruction. Furniture toppling over, books flying off shelves, the fireplace blazing into an inferno. (The portrait of himself is, of course, unscathed, but that's to be expected.) And when she says "please," the entire mental room shakes violently while somehow doing nothing to disrupt them.
Quentin lets go. He has no choice. Even if he wanted to he couldn't hold on any longer, and he absolutely doesn't want to. She begged him to let her come for him, and there isn't a single cell in his body that objects to that concept. Sophie is spared from any additional stupid comments at least, because all he can do is choke out a breathless and very unsexy "yeah," but... look. The "come for me" or whatever dirty talk bullshit is implied, okay? Just... fill in the blanks or something.
Also? Before she gets all uppity, his last two braincells were reserved for edging himself, so nyeh. He set his orgasm to be triggered only by hers, because he's just a nice guy like that. You're welcome. Which means the instant she climaxes, so does he, thrusting as deeply as he can into both iterations of her body and spilling inside her for the second (and third...??) time today.]
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Quentin lets go. He has no choice. Even if he wanted to he couldn't hold on any longer, and he absolutely doesn't want to. She begged him to let her come for him, and there isn't a single cell in his body that objects to that concept. Sophie is spared from any additional stupid comments at least, because all he can do is choke out a breathless and very unsexy "yeah," but... look. The "come for me" or whatever dirty talk bullshit is implied, okay? Just... fill in the blanks or something.
Also? Before she gets all uppity, his last two braincells were reserved for edging himself, so nyeh. He set his orgasm to be triggered only by hers, because he's just a nice guy like that. You're welcome. Which means the instant she climaxes, so does he, thrusting as deeply as he can into both iterations of her body and spilling inside her for the second (and third...??) time today.]