Kyle's hips rock slower still as he rides out the aftershocks first of his own orgasm and then of Quentin's. He pulls out slowly, sighing, feeling raw and wrung out.

He doesn't move away. He mouths Quentin's neck and kisses his face and strokes his sweaty hair back.

"Quentiiiiiiin," he whines back, smiling. Teasing is safe - it's what they do, and Kyle so badly wants Quentin to feel normal and safe in the afterglow.

"Are you okay?