The clear enjoyment Wesley's experiencing just increases that warm fondness in Q, urging him to draw that mouth on him more, to take his time to rub his pierced tip on the silky insides of the assassin's cheeks and along his tongue. There's an air of indulgence around Q as he does this, letting Wesley feel all of his dick as much as possible on each thrust in and out.

"Just like that, darling," he praises warmly, drawing his other hand down so he can stroke over Wesley's flushed cheek, holding the man's head close while his dick is mostly buried in his throat. His voice trembles ever so slightly as he murmurs, "Oh... You are exquisite..."