There was something of a primal appeal in the act of defiling such a stunning specimen. Quinn's inherent beauty was the sort destined for canvas or sculpted marble, yet there he laid, lips still flushed and lewdly slicked with the spend of a man whose name he had not known a mere two days prior. In that, he was something of a marvel. A rare, exquisite marvel the likes of which the older man was eager to possess. Somehow he doubted Quinn to be keen on offering himself to just any man; his attention was hard-won. Post-climax, the physical evidence of Mikkel's interest barely flagged. If anything at all, he reacted with considerable vigor. Perhaps the lascivious nature of that grin and those honeyed words had made an impact, for when next he laid hands on the younger man, it was with a touch of controlled force. A strong grip settled under Quinn's arms, the surgeon's upper body tensing with raw strength as he turned him onto his back. With equal strength and persistence, Mikkel drew Quinn's legs apart, settling between them and craning over his lissome frame - a hunter closing in on vulnerable prey. "I'm afraid you'll simply have to keep them waiting," he rasped, deft fingers unrolling a new latex sheath onto his erection. No sense abandoning caution, after all. Palms hooked under Quinn's thighs, he angled those long legs back, nudging the swollen head of his cock against his opening, still suitably relaxed from their earlier rutting. "Now that I've seen some of your more socially unacceptable skills, I have no desire to see you off so soon." So said, he pushed into Quinn's snug opening a second time, moving with measured but unyielding pressure. His patience, it seemed, was wearing thin, replaced by the persistent hunger to bury himself inside and fuck him raw. A pull back and a decisive thrust forward brought him in halfway. Again, and he was in to the hilt, whereupon the remnants of his gentlemanly veneer began sloughing off like dead skin. "No," he said, finding a steady rhythm at which to rock his hips, leisurely grinding into his receptive younger lover. "No, I'm not quite done with you yet."