Tucker smirked at the feeling of his tie being tugged, moving as he was guided, leaning down so he could press his chapped lips against the other’s neck, tracing the taught line of tendon from jaw to shoulder with his teeth and tongue. One hand went up to loosen the button’s on the other’s dress shirt so he could slid long fingers inside to trace the planes of the older wolf’s chest.
Calloused finger tips dances across one nipple teasingly before he pulled away again, withdrawing his body heat from the other’s and loosening his own tie, tossing it to the side before reaching a hand out to tug the Omega off the couch and toward his own room.
Sex in his and Will’s marriage bed was strictly a no no, but Tucker had his own room for a reason. It was messy with the debris of his studies, but clean enough for room on the bed. He laid the other wolf down and loomed over him for a moment before he knelt over him, shrugging out of his own dress shirt to show off his lean muscled figure. He pulled his belt open, grinning down at his professor.
“You have a quick wit, Professor Quinn, let’s see what other tricks your tongue can do.”
Quinn let the young wolf have his moments of exploration, and meanwhile the Omega did a bit of his own, albeit with his eyes rather than his fingertips. He studied how Tucker moved, how he behaved, how he seemed to be teasing just as much as he was exploring. It was a fascinating thing to see, and naturally, incredibly enticing as well.
The messy room was no bother to Quinn; though he was a rather tidy man by nature, he didn’t mind other peoples’ mess, as long as it wasn’t invading his own home or office space. He had his little dalliances in far dirtier places, in his younger days anyway. Now he was less inclined towards sex in public restrooms, but if the moment was right, who was to say?
Quinn chuckled as Tucker began to undress him and he allowed the movement, letting his pristine clothes be pushed aside into the general mess surrounding them without a particular care. He always had his suits dry-cleaned anyway. Besides, he had more exciting concerns at the moment.
“Mm, I see that when your passions are aroused you can become quite the eager young man, hm Mr. Black? I had no doubts.” Quinn turned his head, looking for a scarf or even a long-sleeved sweater, until he realized Tucker had been wearing a belt. He reached for it as his student removed the leather and grinned. “Tsk, tsk. Now, if you want to see my tongue in action, then we will play with my rules. And my rules mean sit against your headboard with your hands behind your back.”
