Kyle smiles, oddly sweet considering the circumstances. "That's fine," he says. "I actually like it this way a lot." He pets Quentin's hair back again, then bites his lower lip when the other man goes back to work. He's a very responsive partner - his hips jerk shallowly when Quentin strokes him just right, and he can't seem to help but moan and gasp at full volume. Even biting his own knuckles doesn't seem to help much.

"Ah, fuck. Fffffuck. Dude. Dude, I'm close, I'm REALLY close."