Narcissist. Thought warmly, of course.

Kyle truly doesn't understand the look. He considers asking about it, or explaining that he thinks his brains and personality are attractive enough, but wrapping himself around his wriggling boyfriend is more appealing. Maybe later.

"You did. I haven't forgotten. And no pressure, okay? We don't have to. I'm perfectly happy doing whatever, as long as it's with you and we both have fun."

Kyle sneaks a hand between them to grip Quentin's cock and stroke slowly.

"You're pretty when you blush, Q."