Quentin laughs a little at the way Koby squirms under his lips, his touch - the joyous little sounds making his heart warm, his chest fill with light. But he is a man that does as he's told - letting the little bracelets slide around each of his broad palms. When he looks up, catching the red in his cheeks, his own smile warms, softens.

He loves this foolish, nervous, demanding little man.

Ducking his head for Koby to dry his hair, he laughs at the little comments, reaching hands to press at koby's slender waist, thumbs caressing the bare, damp skin.

"Why would it turn my hair green? It's water." He knows he'll get a lecture on the contents of the water somehow, and if Koby does start to offer an explanation, he'll raise up and kiss him hard and wanting, the towel draped over him both, tongue pressing back against his lips and seeking out the sweet taste of him.

"Mm, do you know the benefit of you being my boyfriend? I can kiss you wherever and whenever I want. You can, too."