"Mmmmh," he goes down purring against Kyle's mouth. Their legs tangle clumsily as they settle against each other but eventually Quentin is wrapped around him, dragging his heel up the back of Kyle's leg and breaking out in goosebumps when Kyle thumbs his nipples.

A pained little mewl escapes him when that touch gets firmer. He gasps a shallow little breath against his boyfriend's lips and rocks into the Kyle's fist, shameless and greedy about it. He blushes deeply at those words that seem so mismatched to the way he feels— horny and eagerly fucking Kyle hand.

"Pretty what? Pretty pervy?" he smirks. The mischievousness of that smile loses it's edge when he's so red-faced and distracted. His fingers curl in Kyle's hair to hold him there where he can kiss him. "Careful. I've been thinking about this for weeks. Don't let me finish too fast."