[ oh it's the noises that quentin loves to hear, and he nuzzles in against his ear, breathing hot and heavy against it as he palms matt's cock, letting him arch and lift his hips into it all he wants. ]

Mm, desperate. Like you're willing to lay yourself out right now and let me have you however I please. All pretty and soft and hard in all the right places. Well, once you get these shorts off. I want to see you in the mirror - standing in front of it so you can see just how I touch you.

[ he huffs, free hand loosening its grip and sliding up, up, up, so that his fingers tease at matt's throat, a whispering promise. ]

Well, if you say please of course - then I'll touch you all you like.