The colour upon Q's cheeks, that little sigh that tells Wesley all he needs to know - these are the small ways in which Q lets him know that his efforts are appreciated. A fact that makes Wesley's own cheeks flush with a bit of heat, satisfied and happy.

He slides his hand under that cock that is heavily resting against Q's abdomen and pushes it up gently with his thumb. He leans a little bit forward while his fingers carefully pull down the foreskin and Wesley's free to tongue the ridge around that plumb head, touch upon the warm metal of Q's piercing.