[Later Quentin will be kicking himself for missing the... well, the everything about what she's doing right now. Tearing apart her mental walls piece by piece until she has no choice but to show him the genuine person behind them is one of his favorite parts about doing this with her, after all. It's when he most gets to see Sophie and not just a Cuckoo. And right now? The Cuckoo has left the building. It's all Sophie who's making those noises into his mouth because she physically can't hold them in, scratching his scalp and gently tugging on his hair the exact way he wanted her to, moving with him like she needs his body to survive. He's vaguely aware, of course. He's never not aware of every single detail all the time. Thanks, secondary mutation. But the part of his brain that's steering right now is the part that's more concerned with what she's taking than what she's giving.
Then again, he's also probably going to be a little weirded out later at himself for whatever's come over him.
Quentin isn't a possessive or controlling type of guy. He's a powerful telepath with the ability to manipulate just about any mind in existence, with varying degrees of effort, of course. Even Sophie he's sure he could overpower if he really wanted to, though he has no desire to actually do so. At least, not outside of the little playful ways they mess with each other in bed. Which is what makes this... Fantasy? Kink? Whatever it is so ironic, because really this is probably the least he's ever meddled with her head during sex. But his stupid little primitive monkey brain is going brrrrr like he's actually, what? Owning her? Being some kind of macho dominant sex god? All 5'8", 130 pounds of him? He's resorted to using a bit of TK to make it easier to push and pull her onto him more forcefully, for fuck's sake.
Whatever, it's kinky shit. Not like it's supposed to make sense. If it makes his monkey brain happy, and she clearly isn't complaining, then who cares. He pushes thoughts into her head that somehow sound like commands but lack any shred of actual psychic power behind them. Asking her to feed this fantasy of his even more. Tell him how much she wants him, beg for him, do whatever she's gotta do to make sure she's as close as he is. Because he's pretty damn close, and it'd be awfully embarrassing if he somehow finished without her because he was too busy with his own crap.
Congratulations, Sophie, you finally found what gets Quentin Quire to shut up. Temporarily, at least.]
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Then again, he's also probably going to be a little weirded out later at himself for whatever's come over him.
Quentin isn't a possessive or controlling type of guy. He's a powerful telepath with the ability to manipulate just about any mind in existence, with varying degrees of effort, of course. Even Sophie he's sure he could overpower if he really wanted to, though he has no desire to actually do so. At least, not outside of the little playful ways they mess with each other in bed. Which is what makes this... Fantasy? Kink? Whatever it is so ironic, because really this is probably the least he's ever meddled with her head during sex. But his stupid little primitive monkey brain is going brrrrr like he's actually, what? Owning her? Being some kind of macho dominant sex god? All 5'8", 130 pounds of him? He's resorted to using a bit of TK to make it easier to push and pull her onto him more forcefully, for fuck's sake.
Whatever, it's kinky shit. Not like it's supposed to make sense. If it makes his monkey brain happy, and she clearly isn't complaining, then who cares. He pushes thoughts into her head that somehow sound like commands but lack any shred of actual psychic power behind them. Asking her to feed this fantasy of his even more. Tell him how much she wants him, beg for him, do whatever she's gotta do to make sure she's as close as he is. Because he's pretty damn close, and it'd be awfully embarrassing if he somehow finished without her because he was too busy with his own crap.
Congratulations, Sophie, you finally found what gets Quentin Quire to shut up. Temporarily, at least.]