[ quentin doesn't move, settled atop koby and soaking up the warmth and softness of him beneath. how their chests heave and their bodies throb and clench and burn in the afterglow of it all. he's breathless as he peppers koby's skin with open mouthed, lazy kisses. just as before, he begins to soften within koby as his blood settles, as the world goes fuzzy and hazy around them.

it's with a great amount of mental conviction that he pulls out, that he doesn't watch to see the mess he's made between koby's thighs, that he instead shifts to rest beside him, drawing his body up close and kissing the tips of his fingers that he still has hold of. quentin's face is flushed, burning, his whole body still tingling with the after effects of everything, but it doesn't stop him from kissing koby's brow, the little ridge where his glasses made a dent previously.

he reaches to pull the mussed covers up over them, shield their heated bodies from the cool air of the room. ]

I hope you know that as my medic, you must watch over me for the remainder of the night. That means I must sleep exactly here and nowhere else. For my safety.

[ hazy, a little slurred with pleasure and exhaustion, his own brow stippled in sweat - the very brow he touches down to koby's. ]