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“You deserve this,” Quentin growled through clenched teeth.
“Say it, Peter.” Peter’s eyes were closed tight. Beads of sweat stood on his brow. But Quentin was merciless. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
Peter’s muscles strained, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were turning white. But he managed to turn his head around enough to face the man behind him. He didn’t open his eyes, but he began to open his mouth. Beginning to beg.
“Please Quentin…”
“No. Say it. I need to hear those words come out of your sweet mouth, sweet boy…”
“I… oh god Quentin…”
Peter’s mouth hung open, but no words came out. Still, Quentin was relentless.
“Say the words, kid. Say the words ‘I deserve this.’ Tell me why.”
“I do… I de… I deserve this…”
“Why do you deserve this, Peter?”
“Because I deserve… I deserve to feel good… to let you make me ah god…”
As soon as Peter had said the words Quentin’s hand continued its quick, sharp motion, stroking Peter’s cock with the quick short movements he liked the best. His other hand he pressed against Peter’s hard abdomen, keeping their bodies close as he thrust forward. Quentin managed to croon a few words of praise before Peter’s body, gripping him tight as he came, made all other thoughts impossible. Soon Quentin was coming too. He wrapped both arms around Peter’s shoulders, moaning helplessly.
(It goes on to say how Quentin is helping Peter recover from his breakup with Tony. Tony is too emotionally closed off to return Peter’s feelings and Peter internalized the rejection - Quentin, who DID NOT take Peter to bed for valient reasons - now finds himself helplessly obsessed with restoring Peter’s self-image. Using his excellent manipulative abilities for GOOD this time. Because he can. He doesn’t want to, but he’s falling fast for this kid.)
