Quentin loves the way Koby startles when he's kissed mid-sentence, loves the little flush of surprise and wonder. He feels the same - Koby's mouth a new and dreamy experience every time. The same attraction and drive from their first meeting remains present in his chest - the swelling pull of wanting someone and loving them at first sight. He kisses Koby again and again and again - sweet little things back to back.

"Mm, but now I can call you boyfriend. Now I can kiss you and let everyone know you're mine at the end of days. I like everyone seeing, hm?"

Koby will always be a vibrant, burning light in his eyes. Enough that sometimes he has to squint away, let the shape of him burn into his mind and stay there like staring at the sun overlong. Part of him wants to haul koby up onto one of the tables, knock things aside and ravish him here - let everyone know the way he loves this man, and yet he settles on giving koby's waist a little squeeze, a little tug so they're flush, the towel falling off their heads and slick bodies.

"But it has a nice ring - boyfriend," he nudges their noses together, teasing another kiss, grinning wide down at him and looking beneath dark, full lashes. "Let me lead you to the maze - where no one will see the way I wish to want you, but they may hear us."