The kisses make him melt against Quentin with an eager whimper, and when the fingers slide out he turns around to wrap his arms around Quentin's neck, to stand on tiptoe and kiss him again with his lips parted. The lack of something in his ass now feels strange, and he's left squirming as a desire makes itself known for there to be something up there, he felt empty, and he wanted to be full again.

He lets himself be coaxed, loosening his grip so he doesn't have to walk on tiptoe. "Um, further away from the door..." There's some stuff on it, a phone, a few bits of clothes in his size, and it was where Quentin had picked up the lube from in the first place. He's nervous again, but less so, Quentin had made sure he had felt good before, so that meant this was going to feel good too, right? God, his first time was gonna be with a guy as hot as a movie star. And he thought he was hot too.