Kyle hasn't just grown used to Quentin's casual use of his powers - he's come to depend on them to help them communicate when things are hard to say aloud.

And as is so often the case, the sight/feel of Quentin's erotic thoughts gets Kyle turned on like nothing else he's ever known.

"Fuck yes," he murmurs. "Oh, Q. Yes." He devours Quentin's mouth, then mauls his neck. "Get comfy."

He pulls away so that he can grab the lube from the nightstand and coat his fingers generously.

"You can put a pillow under you, if you like. Kinda angles you up, you know?" Kyle says.