Beaming devilishly he closes frames Kyle's face in his hands, perhaps more intensely than tenderly, and kisses him again with a kind of ferocity that seems like it might be trying to outdo Kyle's own.

"You ARE," he accuses. "oh my Gooood there you go again!" between the groan in Quentin's voice and the delighted smile his antics try to hide, this criticism comes off more like he can't decide if it's the kind of saccharine that's worthy of mockery or if the way it makes his heart feel overstuffed that drives him nuts about it.

Whichever is more true, Kyle knows how to salve his uppityness. For once, he does as he's told. Melting back into their bed and trying to drag Kyle along with him.