Perhaps this is one thing people can accuse Q of being a romantic for. If and when Q finally does things 'the proper way' with Wesley, it's not going to be while he's under a drug-induced lusty stupor on the couch.

For the moment, Q's eyes soften as he watches that smile form on Wesley's face, thumb slowly stroking over his tongue as the knowing hands help get his trousers undone. There's no hurry, here. Not in the way Q's hand runs through Wesley's hair, or the way he shifts his hips to help slide his trousers and underwear down, warmth and patience clear in his movements, speaking volumes as to how much he's content to just indulge for a moment.