[ It's not the easiest way to kiss, but it's good--and as his hand moves from where he'd placed Eliot's to carefully move to lightly graze the other's neck and to his jaw, barely touching.
This is damn good, even without all of his emotions clouding things like last time. Especially without them, and Eliot hasn't stopped him. Quentin leans in more despite his lower back protesting, exploring, not even daring to breathe in case he ruined this moment. Eliot tastes like cigarettes and alcohol, which makes no sense but is oddly soothing--can he even get cigs in Fillory? ]
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This is damn good, even without all of his emotions clouding things like last time. Especially without them, and Eliot hasn't stopped him. Quentin leans in more despite his lower back protesting, exploring, not even daring to breathe in case he ruined this moment. Eliot tastes like cigarettes and alcohol, which makes no sense but is oddly soothing--can he even get cigs in Fillory? ]