"You're planning for ok times?" he snorts a little. It's easy to make fun of Kyle when he's babbling like that but truth be told there's something comforting about it. "Actually, that's kind of sweet. Dork."

"Your first time was with a stranger?" It's a bold move he didn't see on Kyle. Or he sort of did. The man did allude to that. But some part of Quentin struggled to believe it. Someone as emotional as Kyle seeking something rather transactional feels like an ill fit. "You've already got that beat by a million miles, babe." He smiles and looks up at Kyle as his hand closes around his partner's cock and steers him in for a lick.

"Uhmmm," he admires Kyle's cock as he contemplates that between tastes. "I'm usually on my back. Mostly because I'm lazy. But sometimes I'm on my knees. You know..." out of demonstration he shuffles his knees in until he's bunched there with his head in Kyle's lap and his ass in the air. "Get up here more, let me blow you a bit." He sways his hips a moment as he lowers his open mouth around Kyle.