Kyle immediately leans forward so that Quentin can at least grip his hair. "I'll move more in a second," he promises. "I just wanna..."

He twists his wrist a little as he strokes Quentin's cock. A the same time he moves his finger gently. Slowly he pulls back again, shifting to lean further forward and kiss Quentin's lips again.

"Just a second," he promises again. He grabs the lube again and dumps more on his hands. It might seem excessive, but he is unwilling to risk any preventable discomfort.

He settles back down again, hands taking up their work again, this time working a second finger inside his boyfriend.

"You're okay?