Kyle's a little too honest to manage that.

He shivers. "Okay. Yeah. Okay." Then he just makes a high pitched whining noise as Quentin works him. "Ohmygod," he says, all one exhalation. His hands flutter for a moment, seeking purchase somewhere. One settles on Quentin's head, gently cradling the back of his skull, and the other goes to his own hair where it can twist and pull.

Close. Closecloseclose. He isn't sure if Quentin can hear him or not, but he can't seem to form actual words anymore. His hips roll shallowly and his breath comes faster. Yesyesyesyes!!!

Suddenly no coherent thoughts are possible - it's all blanked out by crashing waves of pleasure as orgasm hits.