Q will have him in all sorts of interesting shapes and restraints later. For now... maybe he's feeling lazy, maybe it's a bit of fondness after the genuine delight that had lit up Wesley's face on finding him at the rink.
Who knows.
The smile lingers as the assassin kisses down his neck and Q obligingly tips his chin up to make room for more. Meanwhile, he lifts up on his elbows a bit so the shirt can be drawn up. When he settles back down, he lets his own hands stroke up along Wesley's sides, tugging up the hem of his shirt, feeling along the warm skin underneath, still not directing the man much.
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Q will have him in all sorts of interesting shapes and restraints later. For now... maybe he's feeling lazy, maybe it's a bit of fondness after the genuine delight that had lit up Wesley's face on finding him at the rink.
Who knows.
The smile lingers as the assassin kisses down his neck and Q obligingly tips his chin up to make room for more. Meanwhile, he lifts up on his elbows a bit so the shirt can be drawn up. When he settles back down, he lets his own hands stroke up along Wesley's sides, tugging up the hem of his shirt, feeling along the warm skin underneath, still not directing the man much.