Given a bit of leash here, Wesley tries his best not to bear his teeth too much but he can't help the urge to rain a full line of open mouthed kisses to Q's neck, the last of them more involved than the others before it, involving a tongue pressed to his heated skin, a bit of suction applied.

Then he moves on, that mouth eager to taste, peppering kisses all over Q's chest, a tongue dragging down from his chest to his belly and dipping into a navel. He looks at him with something a little mischievous in those blue eyes as he finds purchase at Q's side, dragging just a hint of teeth across his skin and down towards narrow hips.