Creedy groaned and rocked his hips forward into the closer press of their bodies together. All he could focus on was Quinn. He knew he wouldn't ever really change his tendency to wait. Those writings were important to Quinn, and anything he found important was worth the time he spent on it.
So Creedy could wait, every time, for a while at least. Eventually his impatience got the better of him. Like right now when his entire body was tense with the need to do more than observe. He needed to touch and feel and bury his very being into Quinn's.
"Wanted to. Figure you 'ad important things to be writing down. I can wait when I 'ave to."
He gave a little grin cut by a sharp breath and then he was panting against Quinn's neck, where his head had dropped to with the last thrust of his hips.
There was one thing to be said for waiting so long. His body was on fire with desires, burning almost painful to the touch.
"Quinn, Quinn Christ can we just- I really need to fuck you. Wanted to right on top of your damn desk."
Because yes he respected Quinn needed his thoughts and his work, but he would have loved to shove it all to the floor, and he was fairly proud of himself for resisting the urge.
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Date: 2012-12-06 02:24 pm (UTC)So Creedy could wait, every time, for a while at least. Eventually his impatience got the better of him. Like right now when his entire body was tense with the need to do more than observe. He needed to touch and feel and bury his very being into Quinn's.
"Wanted to. Figure you 'ad important things to be writing down. I can wait when I 'ave to."
He gave a little grin cut by a sharp breath and then he was panting against Quinn's neck, where his head had dropped to with the last thrust of his hips.
There was one thing to be said for waiting so long. His body was on fire with desires, burning almost painful to the touch.
"Quinn, Quinn Christ can we just- I really need to fuck you. Wanted to right on top of your damn desk."
Because yes he respected Quinn needed his thoughts and his work, but he would have loved to shove it all to the floor, and he was fairly proud of himself for resisting the urge.