Normally Kyle wold pause to lecture Quentin about disposable fashion and sustainability, but: sex.
"I can," Kyle insists. He watches with equal parts amusement and lust at all of Quentin's wriggling. "You get like, even MORE flippant than usual. And there's this weird like, brittle quality to your anger? I don't know how to describe it better than that. Not that you lie to me very much at all, actually."
He worms out of his jeans and boxer-briefs. Feeling a little exposed, he tugs up the display blanket. It's very soft. "No, I guess not. It does sound bad. I'm sorry I got so mad about it when we were still like, getting to know each other. I didn't realise at the time how it sounded, I just thought you were making fun of me."
He kisses Quentin's lips softly. "I know you're not like that. For the record. You make fun of me for much BETTER reasons."
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"I can," Kyle insists. He watches with equal parts amusement and lust at all of Quentin's wriggling. "You get like, even MORE flippant than usual. And there's this weird like, brittle quality to your anger? I don't know how to describe it better than that. Not that you lie to me very much at all, actually."
He worms out of his jeans and boxer-briefs. Feeling a little exposed, he tugs up the display blanket. It's very soft. "No, I guess not. It does sound bad. I'm sorry I got so mad about it when we were still like, getting to know each other. I didn't realise at the time how it sounded, I just thought you were making fun of me."
He kisses Quentin's lips softly. "I know you're not like that. For the record. You make fun of me for much BETTER reasons."