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About the author:
Hello there! This is Quin&Perin. We are a pair of gay erotica writers who focus on detailed, toe-curling, and realistic smut scenes with a fair share of dirty talking (Oh, boy). We write for readers who want something more. Who are fed up with the good ol' porn-ish approach to gay erotica.
Our readers admire and acquire books that feature thrumming heartbeats and sizzling sparks between characters. Characters who click. Unlike other authors in the genre, we write without the goal of publishing anything. Publishing is just the cherry on top of a cream-covered bubble butt.
That said, it is time for the next level of smut: stories featuring fire, lust & desire.
What inspired you to write your book?
Quin and I want to Level Up The Smut. We need to write to get it out of our systems. We want to create (mostly gay & male) characters that live off that certain spark. We've started out as role players but now we want to see if people like what we write. We cannot wait to engage with our readers! Contact us anytime on Twitter or via our website: www.quinperin.com
Here is a short sample from the book:
For the briefest moment, their eyes locked. The warmth of the musician’s breaths puffed out against Meik's cock, and he could hear the sound of cars driving by. Just a few feet away, where Sebastian had been standing, people were walking past, completely unaware of what they were up to.
The rough sound of Sebastian’s voice made Meik laugh. “So fucking eager, aren’t we?” he rasped. Letting his hand fall from the wall, he wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft. Hellfire burned in his eyes as he looked at the submitting man, slapping first his left then his right cheek with his cock, loving the wet sound of flesh on flesh. “You love sucking my dick, don’t you? Tell me how much you want to choke on it, and I’ll give it to you.”
Sebastian leaned back, trapping the hand wrapped in his hair against the wall as he did. Glossy eyes gazed up at Meik as his fingers dropped down, grabbing at the front of his jeans and squeezing the bulge there. The outline of his erection was obvious and pretty impressive for his lithe form.
“This is how much I want it, sir.” Meik’s cock twitched at his words. Jesus Christ.