Wesley sucks in his breath as Q kisses him, not shy or tentative, but assertive and knowing. There's no hesitation when he opens up to the kiss, brushing his tongue against Q's as he reaches up to curl his hand on the man's narrow hips, pulling him gently towards himself until there's no air between them left.

His fingers crook into a belt loop, pulling Q with him as he starts to turtle backwards towards the couch, sharing a deep lip lock while travelling.