Quentin's not concentrating enough to know any more which words he's speaking and which are still coming through to Kyle's brain. Somewhere around the time he first thought he might cum too soon he stopped monitoring that connection much all, instead just letting the rush of sensation and salacious ideas drift back and forth between them like water shifting from one end of a tank to the other.

He's just on the verge of catching his breath Kyle speaks and the words rattle around in his head as what started like a sharp pressure fades into a soft, warm feeling of being fulfill. Just a second. Give our bodies a second. More in a second. You're okay? Care of you. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you. His arms fold tightly around Kyle's neck.

His nose bumps into Kyle's as he rolls his forehead against his partner's, kissing blindly about his lips. "Mhmmm please," he begs breathlessly. "You're so good to me."