Kyle blushes scarlet. "Uhm. I'm just glad you're not making fun of my pubes," he confesses. He's truly not good at being sexy.

At the feel of Quentin's mouth on him he exhales in a rush. His eyes stay locked on the other man's form, pupils huge and dark. "That's good," he manages, one hand moving to push Quentin's hair back. "Really good." He swallows thickly, body singing.