[ He sighs through his nose as their lips meet again, and Eliot's hand curls against the curve of Quentin's head as it wanders further up, holding the other magician fast. He lets his lips guide, Quentin clearly anxious about doing the wrong thing. But there are no mistakes here. All Eliot needs is Quentin, and that he already has.
The kisses are slow, as conscious as they are curious. For even as much as he doesn't want to frighten his best friend off by pushing things too far too quickly, he also wants to show him how wonderfully fantastic something as simple as kissing can be. Eliot tastes and prods, playful but never mocking. ]
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The kisses are slow, as conscious as they are curious. For even as much as he doesn't want to frighten his best friend off by pushing things too far too quickly, he also wants to show him how wonderfully fantastic something as simple as kissing can be. Eliot tastes and prods, playful but never mocking. ]