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The past:
It's not really a secret that Quinn has a pussy, no one usually ever thinks to question what he’s got going on downstairs but every once in a while someone will notice something’s missing and he’ll just be honest with them. Most of the time it’s at the lake house, after being in the hot sun and taking a dip in the cool lake the way Quinn’s swim shorts cling to him is a fairly good giveaway. So naturally he gets questions. Macklin hadn’t exactly asked that summer when he was with them at the lake house, but the way he was looking had made it obvious he had questions. So much to both Quinn’s and Macklin’s embarrassment Quinn had what he deems as ‘the talk’ with Macklin. It had taken three days for the blush to leave the poor kid’s face but they’d gotten past it eventually and are still good friends.
Present:
The Wild have just played against the Sharks in San Jose, a loss to Quinn’s disappointment. But he’s happy for Macklin, he’s come a long way and his hard work is definitely paying off. Quinn and Macklin are still pretty good friends after Macklin had spent that summer with him, Jack and Luke at the lake house. So when Quinn went up to Macklin after the game and offered a proud smile and a congratulations he’s expecting a little friendly banter, what he wasn’t expecting was Macklin inviting him over to hang out in Jumbo’s guest house.
“Thank you, but I'm sure your team wants to go celebrate or something” Quinn tries to politely deny, he’s seen enough on social media and heard from Macklin enough to know that Will is probably expecting Macklin.
“Come on we never see each other anymore Quinnie, besides they’re all gonna head to a bar anyways so I can’t go” Macklin insists with a smile and that innocent look that had worked on Quinn all summer. He’s dangerous when he puts his mind to something, Quinn often fell to the whims of his brothers and Macklin.
Quinn sighs and can’t help with a fond smile, Macklin’s smiles are always infectious, “alright, as long as your sure I’m not interrupting anything”
Macklin’s smile only grows now, “come on I’ll drive” he says excitedly before remembering manners, “if your ready that is”
Quinn chuckles in amusement, “I’ll grab my bag” he says heading back to the visitors locker room to grab his gear.
They end up stopping at Quinn’s hotel to drop his stuff off and after Macklin’s insistence he grabs a change of clothes in case he stays late and they watch a movie or something.
Quinn didn’t really know what to expect at first when Macklin invited him over, but after playing EA sports, ordering food and just hanging out for a couple hours he realized there was nothing to be anxious about. Hanging out with Macklin is as fun as he remembers. They’ve settled on the couch watching some movie, more so talking to each other then watching.
Around ten Quinn realizes he should probably be leaving soon, but the way Macklin starts fidgeting awkwardly whenever Quinn mentions the time and reassures Quinn to stay just a little longer makes him wait. Macklin clearly has got something on his mind, at eleven Quinn asks.
“Mackie, what’s going on?” Quinn tries to be gentle, knowing if he comes on too strong Macklin will get defensive.
Macklin flushes a deep red though and clears his throat, opening and closing his mouth. Quinn gives him a minute not wanting to pressure but Macklin blurts out, “how do you get off with a pussy?”
Now it’s Quinn’s turn to flush and he sputters for a moment before getting out a shocked “what?”
“I– nevermind this is stupid, I’m so sorry” Macklin rushes out in embarrassment.
Normally Quinn would just let it go and move on, but the look on Mack’s face tells him there’s more to this so after collecting himself he reassures, “I’m not upset or anything, I’m just surprised. Why do you ask?”
“This stays between us right?” Macklin quietly asks.
Quinn nods, “of course” he says softly.
“I was with this girl a couple months ago,” Macklin starts and after Quinn nods his encouragement he continues, “and we wanted to you know… but I couldn’t make her you know…” he trails off in embarrassment.
“Make her finish?” Quinn quietly asks, and the flush on Macklin’s face confirms it far before he does with a nod of his head. “So you're wondering how I get off so that you’ll know how to get other… girls off?” Quinn asks, grimacing a little when he compares himself to a woman but he knows Macklin won’t make fun, Jack would or Luke.
Macklin nods enthusiastically, his relief showing as some of the tension leaves his shoulders and he’s looking at Quinn expectantly.
“Oh, alright” Quinn clears his throat awkwardly, this is a talk he’d never thought he’d have to have, so after spending way too long trying to explain what a clit is and how to find it Quinn’s successfully turning completely red.
“What if I can’t find it?” Macklin asks.
“You’ll find it—” Quinn quickly assures.
“But what does it look like?” Macklin interrupts.
Quinn pauses for a moment there, “I don’t know, it looks like a clit” he says with a shrug, making Macklin huff.
“Can’t you just show me?” Macklin asks in frustration.
Quinn gapes at Macklin, wondering what on earth he’s thinking but he looks so normal that some part of Quinn’s brain actually considers it, “what?” He asks like he didn’t hear him.
“Just show me, it’ll be so much easier” Macklin asks way too calmly, but he’s nothing if not an overachiever and perfectionist.
“I- I can’t do that” Quinn stutters out in embarrassment, Macklin sighs like a sad puppy and Quinn scrambles to tell himself saying no is the right decision. “It’s wrong, and it’d be weird we wouldn’t be able to look at each other the same again”
Macklin rolls his eyes, “it’ll be fine, it’s educational and besides I see teammates in the shower all the time it’s no different than that”
Quinn starts to argue, “but—”
He’s quickly cut off as Macklin continues, “come on Quinn, I need help” he pouts, though he’d never admit it, “I won’t be able to pick up any girls, I need you to show me please”
“This won’t change anything right? Things won’t be weird?” Quinn hesitantly asks.
Macklin nods, “we’ll be cool” he smiles brightly.
Quinn sighs, “alright” he says quietly, shaky hands going to the waistband of his sweatpants, “you’re sure?” He can’t help but ask again.
“I’m good, please? This is just to help me out” Macklin asks, “unless you're not comfortable” he quickly amends.
With a resigned sigh Quinn looks around the room before lifting his hips and slowly slipping down his pants and underwear in one go so he can’t overthink it. Ignoring Macklin’s deep inhale and the way he leans closer to get a better look. “So umm…” Quinn trails off awkwardly, not knowing where to go from here.
Macklin looks up at him, “so the clit?” He asks
“Right, yeah right” Quinn mutters to himself and following motions he’s become well experienced with he uses two fingers to gently part his folds and his middle to point out his clit, “it’s here” he says, cheeks burning.
“Huh,” is Macklin little huff, “how do you use it?” And Quinn should’ve seen that coming,
“You can rub it or like use your mouth or something” Quinn fumbles for words, “it’s kinda in the experience and whatever the girl your with likes”
“Uh…so like, how do you start? Do you just…?" He gestures vaguely with his hands before clearing his throat awkwardly. "Wait no that sounded stupid—" Macklin says and Quinn can tell this is going to be so awkward.
“I don’t know, I guess I usually am gentle first and then just increase until I find what I’m in the mood for” Quinn says.
Macklin nods, trying his best to listen and absorb the advice Quinn was offering him. "Okay so start slow…got it." He swallows nervously, running a hand through his hair. "And uh…what if I don't know what she's in the mood for?"
Quinn can’t help but snort in amusement, “trust me she’ll tell you if your doing it right”
Macklin's heart rate quickens at Quinn's words, a strange mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through him. He nods again, trying to quell the tremors in his hands as he works up the courage to speak. After a moment, he finally manages to stammer out a single question. "Uhh…can I try?"
Quinn blushes in mortification, "absolutely not”
Macklin raises an eyebrow, his initial excitement giving way to confusion. "Why not? I thought you were gonna help me out." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low pleading tone. "Come on, Quinn. It's just a little practice. You said you'd help. Please?"
“But this is different, this is actually… touching” Quinn defends.
Macklin lets out a frustrated groan, his hands balling into fists as he looks up at Quinn pleadingly. "But that's the point! I need to practice. If I don't do it with someone it's gonna be terrible when I'm with someone else." His voice takes on a slightly whiny tone, his pleading growing stronger as he moves to sit directly in front of Quinn with their knees almost touching. "Just this one time. Please. I promise I won't make it weird"
Quinn hesitates, “this never happens or comes up again?”
Macklin nods, his expression growing earnest. "I swear. Never happens or comes up again. It's just this one time." his eyes locking with Quinn's as he continues to plead with him. "Please, Quinn. Just help me out, just this once."
“Okay, you can touch” Quinn says quietly
Macklin can hardly contain his anticipation. He leans a little closer, his gaze roaming over Quinn's body shamelessly. "Okay. So…how should I…?" He swallows, his fingers twitching with an eagerness he tries to rein in.
“Do what you were doing and I’ll let you know where to improve or change” Quinn negotiates, wanting to see what experience Macklin has
Macklin nods in agreement, his eyes still lingering on Quinn's body as he gives him instructions. Slowly, Macklin lifts his hand up, his gaze drifting down to where it had been on Quinn’s thigh. He swallows again, his throat feeling dry as he hesitantly reaches out to touch Quinn. He gently brushes his fingertips over the soft folds, a shiver going through him at the feeling. He repeats the motion, using a bit more pressure this time before he looks back up at Quinn for guidance. "That…that okay?" He asks softly.
Quinn nods, taking a breath before guiding Macklin, “yeah, that’s good, now just start a little lower and part them as you come up so you can find my clit” he says, voice a little strained as he tries to remain nonchalant about everything
Macklin nods, taking another shaky breath before he lowers his hand again. Following Quinn's instructions, he gently slides his hand lower, parting the slick flesh as he moves upwards. A feeling of pure nervousness and curiosity washes over him as he searches for the sensitive bud. After a few seconds of exploring, his eyes widen, his gaze flicking up to Quinn's face. "I found it" He breathes out, his voice a mix of awe and excitement. He gives the sensitive flesh an experimental gentle press, his gaze fixed on Quinn's to judge his expression.
Quinn can’t help but shiver at the contact, thighs trembling before he wills them to stop, “yeah, that’s it” he agrees
Macklin's eyes darken with a look of satisfaction as he watches Quinn's reaction. He repeats the motion, applying just the faintest bit more pressure as he watches Quinn's every move intently. "That feels good, yeah?" He asks, his tone a bit huskier than before, "I'm doing it right?"
“Yeah, yeah your doing good” Quinn says trying not to squirm, he lays back so he’s more comfortable and hooks a leg up almost on Macklin’s hip so that he can get better access, “try and lay her down when you do this, it’s usually more comfortable, there’s all kinds of positions you can try though”
Macklin's eyes widen as Quinn adjusts their positions, his gaze flicking down to where Quinn's leg now rests on his hip. He swallows again, his breath catching in his throat at the new angle. "More comfortable, yeah. Got it." With a renewed sense of confidence, he begins moving his fingers in steady, circular motions, adding just a little more pressure. He looks up at Quinn's face again, watching his expressions closely. "How's this?" He asks quietly.
Quinn hums, having to bite the inside of his cheek and gather himself before answering, “that’s good, you can experiment with different motions too”
"Different motions." Macklin repeats, nodding thoughtfully. He continues moving his fingers in the circular motions for a moment longer before he begins to experiment with different techniques. He tries a few different patterns, testing to see which one has the most effect on Quinn. As he does, he watches Quinn's expressions closely, noticing how his breathing begins to grow ragged and his cheeks flush. After a few moments, he looks up at Quinn again, a pleased smirk on his lips. "I think I'm getting the hang of this"
“You are, we can probably stop—” Quinn’s cut off when Macklin’s fingers press a little harder and quickly stroke up and down instead of circling, Quinn’s head tosses back and his toes curl as he moans out loud for the first time.
As soon as the noise escapes Quinn's lips, Macklin feels a bolt of surprise and satisfaction shoot down his spine. A satisfied smirk appears on his face, his fingers continuing to move with the new technique that had such an effect on Quinn. "Looks like I found something you like, huh?" He teases, his voice gruff and low.
Quinn’s thighs are trembling now and he tries to speak up, whether he’s trying to ask Macklin to stop or keep going is lost on him and he ends up just moaning Macklin’s name.
Hearing his name slip out of Quinn's lips in such a way sends a jolt of heat through Macklin's body. It's a sound he never thought he'd hear, but now that he has, he's craving more. He continues the firm, upward strokes, his gaze locked on Quinn's face, drinking in every noise and every movement. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "You like that, huh? You like how I make you feel?"
“Fuck— we should… stop” Quinn tries to say between moans, he doesn’t even want imagine how wet he is right now, his legs trembling as pleasure shoots up his spine.
Macklin watches with satisfaction as Quinn's attempts to speak are reduced to a series of broken-off moans. He doesn't miss the way his legs tremble, a sense of power washing over him as he continues the relentless strokes. "Stop?" He echoes, his voice lowering to a near growl. "You sure you really want me to stop?" He asks, his words dripping with an equal amount of teasing and desire.
And Quinn has no idea where the awkward fumbling Macklin from earlier went as this one sets his nerves alight, “I’m gonna…” Quinn trails off with a high moan, head thumping back onto the couch cushion.
The sight of Quinn falling apart beneath him fills Macklin with a sense of wicked satisfaction, a dark grin stretching across his lips at the high, needy moan. He doesn't let up his steady pace, determined to drive Quinn even crazier. He "Then go ahead," he whispers, his voice low and rough. "Go ahead, let go for me, sweetheart."
Quinn doesn’t know if it’s the steady strokes or the pet name but he cums hard, back arching off the couch and a high moan of Macklin’s name on his lips.
As soon as he hears his name tumble from Quinn's lips, Macklin feels a surge of something he can't quite pinpoint. It was a mix of satisfaction, desire, and something more intimate. He can't deny the possessive feeling it evokes in him. Watching Quinn come undone beneath him sends a rush of heat through his veins. He gradually slows his motions but continues them, wanting to keep the moment going for as long as possible. “Jesus, you're beautiful when you let go like that" He breathes, his voice rough and low.
Quinn whines in overstimulation it pitches into an almost scream when Macklin leans in to lick from his entrance to his clit.
Macklin groans against Quinn's skin as the taste of him floods his senses, sending a jolt of pure need through his body. The whine—no, the scream—it’s intoxicating. He drags his tongue up again, slow and deliberate this time, savoring every shudder it pulls from Quinn’s body before finally pulling back just enough to smirk at him. "Guess I don't need any more practice after all," he murmurs with smug satisfaction lacing each word before leaning in for another long lick just to hear that sound again, and again and again.
Quinn’s hand finally reaches down to grip Macklin’s hair and his thighs squeeze around his head before Macklin’s strong hands force them apart.
Macklin’s breath hitches as Quinn's fingers tangle in his hair, a sharp thrill shooting down his spine. The sudden grip of thighs around him only makes the heat coil tighter in his gut—until he wrenches them apart with ease, gripping hard enough to bruise. "Fuck," he rasps against wet skin before looking up at Quinn through hooded eyes, "You really like that rough shit? Huh?" He punctuates the question with a harsh flick of tongue over swollen flesh just to feel him jolt beneath him again.
“Fuck off, it’s been awhile” Quinn says, ignoring how whiney his voice sounds.
Macklin laughs at the whine, sharp and breathless against Quinn's thigh. "Awhile?" He repeats, dragging his teeth over sensitive skin just to feel him squirm. "Guess I better make up for lost time then." His voice drops lower as he leans in again—this time sucking hard on that oversensitive little bud just to hear what other noises he can pull from Quinn’s throat.
Quinn lets out a high whine he’ll surely be embarrassed about later, but when Macklin’s mouth moves down to his entrance and his thumb to his clit Quinn’s eyes are rolling back and he can’t help but cant his hips up into Macklin’s mouth.
The whine drives Macklin wild, his fingers gripping harder into Quinn’s strong thighs as he continues the torturous motion of his thumb. He can feel Quinn's hips cant towards him, hungry for more, and it fills him with possessive need. "That's it, sweetheart. You like it?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but the rough edge in his tone betrays his own growing desperation. He moves his mouth back to Quinn's entrance, licking and sucking with a fervor that borders on primal, determined to make Quinn finish again.
Quinn’s grip on Macklin’s hair tightens and when Macklin’s tongue dips inside Quinn’s cumming again with a silent moan.
The sound that falls from Quinn's lips—or lack of—somehow only drives Macklin wilder. He pulls back slightly, just to look up at Quinn. His face, flushed and eyes hazy, makes his heart beat almost painfully in his chest. "You look so good like this," he tells him, his voice hoarse. His hand leaves Quinn's hip to rub at his cheek. "All wrecked and needy for me. Only for me."
Quinn didn’t even realize he was crying until Macklin gently wiped them away, he lets out a half sob half moan when two of Macklin’s fingers enter him, so slowly yet still too quickly. He’s always been on the sensitive side but everything feels like it’s amplified to a thousand.
Macklin leans forward, peppering gentle kisses along Quinn's neck, trying to soothe and calm him just a bit. He moves his fingers slowly, carefully, wanting to take his time despite the urgent need he felt building in his own gut. "There you go... good girl. Relax for me, sweetheart," he murmurs into his ear, his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin just beneath it. "You're doing so good for me. So damn good. You're perfect"
Quinn gasps in surprise, he didn’t expect Macklin to go there but he can’t hide the way his walls tighten around Macklin’s fingers at the words. He’s never had a partner call him that before, a good girl.
Macklin grins against Quinn's neck at the reaction, a low sound rumbling deep in his chest. He knows that did something to Quinn—he can feel it in the way his walls clenched around his fingers. "That did something for you, huh?" He muses, "you like being my good girl, baby?"
“Shut up” Quinn whines, “I’m a man, don’t call me that” he huffs but his voice lacks conviction.
Macklin laughs at the protest, not missing how Quinn's body betrays him. He presses a slow kiss to his jawline before murmuring against it, "Then why are you squeezing my fingers so tight? Why do you sound like that?" His voice drops lower as he curls them just right inside Quinn—deep. "You can lie all you want but we both know who really gets to call the shots here."
“That’s not fair” Quinn whines and moans as Macklin’s fingers curl up to rub on his walls, the harsh treatment setting his body on fire, not sure if he’s gonna cry, pass out, pee or cum.
"Fair?" Macklin scoffs, breath hot against Quinn's throat as he digs his fingers in deeper. "Who said anything about fair?" He can feel the way Quinn trembles beneath him—the way his body teeters on the edge of breaking apart—and it only fuels him further. "You're gonna cum again for me," he growls, pressing down hard on that spot inside with a smirk when Quinn sobs out another moan. "Now.”
It’s now that Quinn realizes he’s truly no longer in control, his walls spasm as his body races to follow Macklin’s command, hands clawing at Macklin’s shoulders as Quinn sobs through another orgasm.
As Quinn falls apart beneath him, Macklin can't help the overwhelming possessive feeling surging through his body. This was the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. Seeing Quinn come undone because of him, for him, it drives him absolutely insane. Macklin kisses along his neck, his jaw, murmuring soft praises against his skin as he guides him through the orgasm. "Good girl, that's it, just let go. You're so beautiful like this, sweetheart. So perfect for me. Only for me"
Quinn’s whole body is trembling now as Macklin’s fingers just don’t stop, he’s sobbing and pulls Macklin down so he can kiss him.
Macklin deepens the kiss, swallowing each of Quinn's sobs and moans without hesitation. His tongue slides into his mouth, seeking out and claiming every inch, while his fingers continue their relentless pace. Despite how spent he knows Quinn must be, he shows no sign of stopping, only driving him further into overwhelming pleasure. Between kisses, he murmurs, voice low and rough against Quinn's lips, "I could keep doing this all night," a sharp contrast to his previous commanding tone. "Just keep you right here, just like this, if I wanted."
Quinn wants to protest, knowing it’s a horrible idea but his body is already quivering in anticipation. “Please, I want you” he begs as one of his hands slips down to hook into the waistband of Macklin’s sweats.
Macklin groans at the desperate sound of Quinn's plea. The pleading in his voice, the desperate grip on the waistband of his sweats—it all does something to him. He knows it's a bad idea, but right now, he doesn't care. All he can think about is giving in to the need that's coursing through both of them. With a low growl, he pulls back from the kiss to look down at Quinn, his eyes dark and smoldering. "You want me, huh? You sure about that?" He asks, his voice a whisper.
“Please, I’m clean, I want to feel you” Quinn begs, eyes wide and teary under his long lashes.
Macklin's breath hitches as he stares down at Quinn—really stares. The tearful, pleading expression, the way his hips arch slightly like a yes, it undoes him completely. A sharp exhale leaves his nose before he mutters, "Fuck." In one rough motion, Macklin yanks his sweats down just enough to free himself and flips Quinn onto hands and knees with no warning. His palm presses between those trembling shoulder blades to keep him pinned in place as he leans over from behind to growl against the shell of ear, "You asked for this."
Quinn doesn’t think he’s ever been treated this rough before but he loves it, Macklin sheaths himself in one smooth thrust rough and unforgiving. But Quinn’s so wet and worked up he barely notices the burn. His hands find purchase on the armrest and he arches back into Macklin.
The feeling of Quinn's body submitting to him like that sets something off deep within Macklin. He grips Quinn's hip with one hand, the other still pressed between his shoulder blades, holding him in place, pinned to the couch. "You take me so well," he murmurs. His voice is soft now, but it still holds all the power in the world. "You want this? You want me to be rough with you?"
“Please” Quinn moans, his body soft and pliant under Macklin. He can feel slick running down his thighs, new and old. He’s a mess and so ready for Macklin.
Macklin groans at the sound of Quinn's plea, his hips stuttering for a second as he watches the way slick drips down those trembling thighs.
"Fuck—look at you," he rasps, dragging a thumb through it just to watch Quinn shiver. "You're dripping for me." His grip tightens on Quinn’s hip as he snaps his own forward in one brutal thrust, reveling in how easily that tight heat swallows him up. "This is all mine."
Quinn can’t even respond, quickly absorbed into pleasure and lost in his own needy moans as Macklin picks up the pace. Hard and fast for his own pleasure.
Macklin lets himself get lost in the sensation, the need in his gut growing with every sound that escapes Quinn's lips. He grips one of those trembling thighs, using the new leverage to go even deeper. It's rough, and he knows he's being hard on Quinn, but somehow he has this feeling that Quinn wants it like that, needs to be used, to be manhandled. And god help him, he loves how easily he can turn that pretty, confident defence man into a trembling mess only looking to be used for someone else’s pleasure.
Quinn can feel himself getting closer to the edge again, when Macklin’s hand slides up to the back of his neck instead of between his shoulders Quinn feels like his brain just shuts off. Everything but Macklin and pleasure is gone, he’d let the younger do anything now, pussy tight, wet and hot for Macklin to take his pleasure from and Quinn’s girlishly high moans showing how much he’s loving this.
It’s now that Macklin notices just how feminine Quinn’s body is like this, a hot cunt around his cock, soft curves, arched back and his wavy thick hair sweaty at the roots and grazing his shoulders as it bounces with Macklin’s brutal pace.
Macklin stills for half a second, his grip on Quinn's neck tightening just enough to feel the way his throat bobs beneath him. The sight—Quinn’s body like this, all soft and pliant and fucking perfect—sends something primal roaring through him. "Fuck," he grits out before slamming back in hard enough to make Quinn yelp. "This is what you are? Huh?" His voice is rough as gravel now, each thrust punctuated by a sharp snap of hips that have Quinn seeing stars. "All pretty little whines and this tight little cunt begging for it."
His free hand drags up the curve of spine gently pushing down until he finds just how far Quinn can arch for him, making them both moan at how tight Quinn’s pussy gets, feeling Macklin deeper now. Macklin’s fingers slide up from Quinn’s neck to tangle in the damp hair at his nape—yanking head back so he can watch every filthy noise fall from those swollen lips. Quinn moans and cries for him, mostly coming out in soft whiney pants now as his body gets too overstimulated for much else.
Macklin's grip on Quinn tightens as he uses his hand in those dark, tousled curls to hold him in place. He presses his head closer, his mouth ghosting over the sensitive skin just behind the ear to whisper, "You don't even have to think, do you? Just take whatever I want to give you. Isn't that right, sweetheart? You're just mine. All mine. Just a pretty little toy for me to play with whenever I want."
Quinn thinks he blacks out for a minute as he’s suddenly so quickly pushed over the edge, it doesn’t even compare to his earlier orgasms as he squirts on Macklin’s cock, he doesn’t even have to look to know it’s dripping down the younger’s balls and all over the couch beneath them.
Macklin groans at the sight—god, Macklin loves how responsive he is. It's like he's addicted to it, the way he squirms and shakes around him, so easily overstimulated by just a few touches. He lets his grip on Quinn's hair go as he leans down, his mouth trailing over his throat to his ear. His breath is hot enough to send shivers down the other's spine, "That's a pretty little mess you've made sweetheart... did that feel good, hmm?"
Quinn can’t even respond, can’t believe Macklin’s hips don’t stutter the younger keeps his pace. Oh to be a teen again Quinn thinks, he has no idea where Macklin’s getting his endurance from. His pussy’s aching in a way that’s so good now but he knows he’s going to be sore tomorrow, but still he doesn’t want this to stop.
Macklin bends down, plastering his chest to Quinn's back so he can whisper darkly in his ear, “it was so cute watching you try to explain to me what a clit is…” his words broken by a sharp thrust that makes Quinn whine and Macklin groan, “like I didn’t know what a clit is” he says with a scoff.
And it’s now that Quinn fully realizes he’s been played.