hi hello i'm late omg happy birthday sana!!!!! i hope you had a super good one!!! 💗🎉 i'll leave you some quinte thoughts as a present 🎁
one of my fav things about quinte is how well they'd bond over their shared interests. there's already a certain respect that dante very clearly holds for quincy. for him as a person, for his craft, for his viewpoints, everything. but i always have to imagine how much that respect would deepen once they'd have a longer conversation with each other. quincy doesn't talk often or much, except it's about things he's passionate about. so picture this:
dante learns that quincy is just about to head back to the forest with a bunch of stuff he bought from the market + a few things eiden gave him along the way. since he's the most benevolent man in all of klein he offers to help him carry because he just so happened to be on his way home as well. quincy of course brushes it off, saying he will be fine on his own, but seeing dante's flustered face (he really wanted to help him for several reasons) he ends up sighing and allows him to come along.
for most of the time they remain silent since quincy has nothing to say and dante cant think of an opening line that doesn't make him look stupid. but once the sun sets it all changes. while he sets up their camp, he leaves making the fire to dante, expecting him to use the fire stones he gave him. he catches just in time how dante instead channels his elemental powers to create a small but bright and honestly beautiful flame that he lights the fire with. they drift into the topic of elemental spirits. quincy doesn't pry about his markings but dante tells him anyway since it's not really a touchy subject for him, not anymore. in turn, quincy tells him all he has learned throughout the centuries. how fickle the spirits can be, how timid, how powerful. where and how they manifest in the forest. how he honors them by relying on his own strength instead of lending their power to cast magic. all that stuff. they talk way into the night and dante is practically glued to his every word. he's learning so much and considers that knowledge to be so valuable. by the end of it he looks up to quincy even more than before. almost like a mentor. he goes to sleep with a strange warm feeling in his chest. it's hard to describe but he feels like he can allow himself to let his guard down around quincy. something in him knows he'd protect him. not that dante needs protecting of course. but the thought feels nice nonetheless.
the next day they arrive at quincy's house and dante helps storing away all the stuff. it should have been the moment for him to leave after that, but instead he fidgets with his necklace and looks through the room as if he's looking for an excuse to stay. quincy thinks it's cute. he tells him that if he's not in a rush, he could stay for dinner. dante's immediate reaction is to blush and justify himself since he's been caught red-handed in his desire to stay, but those warm amber eyes looking down at him easily make him realize he doesn't need to.
dante stays longer than just for dinner. eventually the sun sets yet again and quincy asks him in a slightly deeper voice than usual if he wants to stay the night. dante is not an idiot, he knows what he means, and if he's being fully honest with himself, he's been thinking about getting a little intimate as well, he just didn't have the right words to ask just yet. still, he feels the heat rising to his cheeks and has to avert his gaze before he nods. quincy cant have that. he crosses the distance between them, guides that handsome face back to look at him and leans in for a kiss. dante is entirely too surprised to stop it. not that he wants to. but it's just way more forward than what he would have expected. and quincy kisses so good. it makes him a little self-conscious about his own skills. and it only gets so much worse when quincy scoops him up and starts carrying him upstairs. a lot of stutters proclaiming that this isn't necessary slip rather awkwardly past his lips between their many kisses. quincy merely hums, the deep baritone of his voice making dante feel like melting, partly because he's embarrassed, partly because it's kind of hot if he's fully honest with himself. he's never been manhandled that way before.
oh but the best part has yet to occur. as they slowly get undressed on quincy's bed, dante is inevitably faced with the sheer might of quincy's cock. he cant help but stare, wondering if fitting something like that inside someone's body is even possible. and once quincy guides him down into the pillows and leans over him, he starts to panic a little. he tells him that he changed his mind, they probably shouldn't, this was a stupid idea to begin with. because how could he admit that he never bottomed before and quincy's size scares him?
quincy presses a gentle kiss to his cheek and says that they dont have to do anything, there's no pressure. and somehow that helps a lot. as does the fact that quincy seems to be understanding him even without words. he only has to lift his hips and quincy grinds their cocks together. and after several minutes of slowly coming undone under those skilled hands, he only has to hook a trembling leg around him and quincy understands that he's willing to try.
the first finger is already kind of difficult and quincy has to repeatedly tell dante to relax for him. it becomes clear fairly quickly that they're not getting anywhere like this. eventually he retreats it again and asks him if he's ever done this before. god, dante wants to melt into the ground, to hide himself in quincy's pillows and never come out again. it's all answer enough. with another hum, quincy wordlessly flips dante on his side, crawls lower, and kisses a slow trail between his cheeks. it's not too hard to guess what he's about to do but even still dante chokes on a surprised gasp feeling quincy's tongue lick over his hole. it's complete overkill and only takes about 5 minutes of licking, teasing, and prodding until he's a shivering mess. so much so that he doesn't even notice when quincy finally slips his finger inside again. loosened by pleasure, he only notices the stretch past the second knuckle. he looks down surprised and quincy only smiles at him softly, whispering "that's it. good boy." into his warm skin with another kiss. it doesn't slip his attention how a thick string of precum drools from dante's cock at the praise and how he tries and fails to suppress a whine. he makes sure to remember that.
quincy takes it as far as two fingers and not a single more. for dante's first time, he's not about to try and fit his cock inside him. he's doing well enough for now and the focus should remain on his pleasure. fingering and stroking him off at the same time has dante feeling ways he never thought to be possible. he's gripping into the pillow where his gorgeous locks spread out like a whirlwind of fire, all but gasps for breath, and loses himself in his moans and unintelligible whispers. until the very moment quincy decides to curl his fingers and zone in on his prostate. dante immediately arches his back and cant possibly hope to keep his thighs from spasming. quincy milks him gently and slowly, all in perfect tandem with the big hand skillfully stroking him off.
he doesn't even have the mind to be embarrassed about it but with another praise and the words "come for me, pretty boy" dante reaches his peak in a matter of seconds with a long whine that almost resembles a sob. it's the kind of orgasm that has his fingertips and temples feeling all prickly, has him feeling dizzy for several moments, and is left so high on pleasure that he doesn't even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks. quincy kisses them all away while he rubs his fingers soothingly over his quivering thighs.
once he calmed down enough to take even breaths again, quincy takes him into his big arms and pulls him close to his chest. it feels so nice and secure. dante has the mind to protest that he wants to get quincy off as well, but he's reassured that he's pleased enough and it's not necessary. he thinks differently and it hurts his pride a little to not be able to give anything back. exhaustion and that deep level of safety rob him of his choice however and he falls into the most comfortable sleep he's had in a very long time.
🤭 quincy will probably work him up to fucking him over the course of a few more times and once he does it's life-changing. lmao but i got carried away enough so i'll leave it at that. i only wrote this in a hurry, i hope my little brainrot still pleases milord. lots of love and kisses mwah mwah <333

Inserts some Quinte here:
Dante staying over at Quincy's cabin for a non-sexy story reason (business, hunting etc.). Dante insists that this isn't a personal trip for his leisure at all... which activates Quincy's troll mode :3
Teasing him all day, just... getting a little too close when he passes him the wine, pressing himself against Dante when reaching for something on a high shelf, lifiting his shirt to wipe his sweaty brow off A LOT, giving Dante looks. Just to see how long he can last before losing his gd mind.