[ Tentative fingertips graze up his arm, and Tim looks at him in return, warm brown looking even wider while he’s still got his glasses on. The smile quirking at the corner of his mouth gives his gaze a hint of playfulness, no true chastising, just poking around at corners and cracks to see what Quentin responds to. It would be easy enough to just channel Hawk, take the reins with a strong hand and not let go, but that’s what Tim needs. He needs to be claimed and kept under control, to give of his body as an act of worship, but that’s not true for Quentin. This has to be different. A reclamation of this as something good, divorced from duty, which he has a real choice in. ]

Hmmm...

[ Looking Quentin up and down, pretending to think about it as his smile breaks wider, teasing. ]

Keep the underwear. I want to take that for myself.

[ He steps back up to press a quick kiss to his lips, and then slips into the bathroom for a quick freshening up. A few minutes later, he returns with lube and a towel, nude and half hard already, and sits on the edge of the bed. Tim leans back on his hands and looks at Quentin, tilting his head in an invitation to come closer. ]

"Bet you'd enjoy it in your mouth," you said. Let's see.