Groaning softly, Wesley seals his lips around the head of Q's dick when he spills himself all over Wesley's tongue, swallowing him down eagerly. There's no drama in Q's orgasms, he knows that from experience and the quietness of it doesn't say anything about how intense it was.

He smiles as he finally pops the man out of his mouth and crawls over him, settling on top of him with a little bit of his weight pressed against Q's hips, his elbows on the couch, fingers brushing away a bit of curly hair from Q's forehead.

"You are lovely," he says fondly. The kiss he presses onto Q's lips is a quick and light one. "You should let me fuck you one day."