Quentin was fine with ceasing whatever weak attempt he might have made at further banter. He just rolled his eyes at the comment and kissed Randall again, hands now occupied with getting his jeans open, getting access to the dick he'd been promised. (Was the act of being hard and under him really a promise? Whatever.) He managed to get a hand in and wrapped around it, making a pleased sound against Randall's mouth as he gave it a few good strokes before going back to the all-important disrobing. Why had he pulled these up after the blowjob instead of pulling them down? A mystery.