"Yeah?" It crosses his mind that Kyle may just be appealing to his ego in the hopes they do this again some time, but fuck it. He doesn't mind that either.

Kay. I'll swallow.

The words aren't spoken though. They just sort of land in Kyle's brain the same way sound does, through the auditory cortex while Quentin is thoroughly occupied.

Intending to go a little faster, and a little firmer, he quickly realizes things will need to be wetter first. It starts with a few licks, but when that doesn't do it, he draws Kyle in again. Deep enough and for long enough to have him shamelessly drooling on Kyle's cock until he's slick in Quentin's palms.