Quentin's never been one for hiding his powers but, the fact that Kyle took so well to handling Quentin's gifts only opened the floodgates to Quentin at his most comfortable.

He settles back with a sweet, warm sigh when Kyle lowers to his elbows on top of him. The slightest arch of his back pushes their bellies together and Quentin writhes for it; inspired by the satisfying pressure of having his cock pressed between them. That new closeness and the gentle motion that sways them together makes it easy to let himself float on the stream of thoughts and images that come from his partner coupled.

His hands frame Kyle's face when he kisses him. fuck me just right. just right. just right. right now, his mind babbles into Kyles as he plants his heels and rolls his hips a little. Up and back and down. Driving graphic images of Kyle inside him into their minds until the next time Kyle's weight shifts he sinks into Quentin just right. As promised.

Quentin inhales sharply and goes still. With a desperate little growl he squeezes his partner's shoulder to hold them both in place as he drives himself onto Kyle. Grinding his hips up against him to hit that spot again and again just like before.