Q chuckles quietly and wraps his arm around Wesley's waist, holding him close and also encouraging him to, "Keep still, pet. You're getting ahead of yourself."

Such a precious, impatient creature, his assassin is.

Thin lips leave gentle kisses to Wesley's brow and temples, giving warm affection while they both take a moment to get used to the feeling of each other's bodies. Hopefully Wesley wasn't expecting Q to rabbit fuck him as soon as he got in.