For someone normally so particular and fastidious, there's a hell of an appeal in messiness in these moments.

Kyle cackles briefly and pulls his hands away. "Okay," he says, smiling. "Okay." He shuffles between Quentin's legs, running his hands over his own cock to make sure he's as slick as can be.

He shuffles about again, using one hand to help line himself up. Slowly he presses forward, mouth slack, staring with fascination as he sinks into Quentin's flesh.