[ the dynamic here is already intriguing. quentin loves playing games, parsing apart partners like little puzzles and it's no different here, watching matt's head tip back eagerly into his touch. he doesn't mind mindless sex, but it's always more fun when there are layers. ]

A mirror?

[ a hum, a brow raised. ] Can't say I've ever watched like that, so. Consider me curious - Matt, is it? [ a little gesture to the tag, a mischievous little glance. ]

I'd say we should stop speaking in hypotheticals and move forward, don't you? I think you'd look nice in my lap and I'd like to see it myself - with my own eyes and in that mirror of yours.

[ he reaches to push an errant strand of dark hair from matt's face before he pushes up to standing, uncaring that he's completely nude as he turns to fish for his trousers. ]

Quentin, by the way. How about that bed, then?