Since Quentin can see himself through Kyle's eyes, he can also see that every detail that is embarrassing to him is adored by Kyle.

"Yeah, okay, yeah," Kyle mutters aloud. His thoughts are more feelings than words now, a flood of physical pleasure and emotional heat. Quentin's words touch him in some deep part of his heart, and instead of slamming into him he instead slows a little and rocks deliberately: deep and firm. His body lowers further and he kisses Quentin's neck in between gasps. He keeps that pace until he can't stand it, hips snapping up hard when he cums, groaning and shaking.