Kyle goes easily, kissing Quentin the whole way down. He shifts, wriggling between Quentin's legs. His tongue plunders Quentin's mouth as his hands run up his sides until his thumbs can chafe over his nipples lightly. He shifts again, finding an angle where he can rut gently against Quentin's thigh.

"So pretty," he says between kisses. He drags a hand lower and takes hold of Quentin's cock, stroking firmly.