That Peter makes quick work while the door is still swinging shut just makes Quentin hungrier for it. He reaches for him as the door finally clicks shut, pulling him in for a hungry kiss this time. Something possessive, something a little vicious. Teeth and tongue and hands in Peter's hair, holding him, tugging a little bit.

"You missed one."

Quentin takes his hands from Peter's hair down to his boxers. He twists his fingers into the fabrics and rips. He knows Peter's strong enough to stand there and take it, to be lovely and still for a moment as he rids him of that last bit of fabric.