Nope, he's not the type to close his eyes. But hot damn... His throat works around Q as it tries to form a groan, the sound or the beginnings of it vibrating through the both of them. Q's hand in his hair is met with a deep shudder that goes through him as his lids flutter and he pulls up for breath and stares at Q for a moment, lips red and wet, his breathing quick and erratic, eyes dark with lust.

"Yeah," he says simply because there's no clever quip in his mind now, just want. He pushes up, suddenly, bending over Q, bringing the man's legs up with himself as he leans down to kiss him hard on the lips. "I want you to fuck my mouth. Please."

Then he's dragging his mouth down to Q's cock and fitting it around him once again, this time going down on him much faster.