[ that little confirmation is all he needs to begin moving again, his hands falling to matt's hips to help steady him as he works up to a steady pace. nothing blistering or rough, but he makes certain to draw nearly to the point of slipping out of that tight, hot passage before he presses his hips back in, emptying and filling him over and over again.

one hand abandons his hips after a few thrusts, fingers pressing up his spine and into his hair, giving a soft tug, enough so that when quentin leans over his back again he can kiss him. it's a little haphazard, but he doesn't care, licking hot against matt's mouth on a soft laugh. ]

Look at yourself - taking me so well. [ he's a little winded, but it's a good thing, rolling his body a little harder into the next few thrusts so that he may watch his whole body adjust with the impact. ] Meant to be put on a perch and admired - a pretty little thing to covet.

[ he kisses matt's shoulder, following up with a sharp bite. ] Tell me when your legs get tired and I'll reward you for your honesty.