Some half formed thought about Q being in the word cute blips into his mind but before he can shape it into something clever Kyle's kissing him and touching him and everything that isn't that melts out his ears with a shudder. "Nerd..." he murmurs warmly.

"V-very good," he stammers like he never does and stretches closer to Kyle. Desperate for the warmth and weight of him to return. In lieu of that he reaches out to touch him. Smoothing his hands first down then slope of his shoulders. Then then across his chest. And down his stomach until he's just out of reach and grazing him with his fingertips is all Quentin can manage.

That projection behind him tracks his fascination, first with Kyle face. His darkened eyes and the shine on his lips. Then the angle of his shoulders and soft texture of his smooth fair skin occasionally sprinkled with flecks of red like his hair.

"Hng... again. More. Please," he squirms.