"Fu--Stephen!" Shock, laughter, hands dropping back to clamp to the counter when he's suddenly--shit, facing the other way. Quentin shudders and straightens, sucks in a sharp breath when Stephen catches his eyes from below. Dr. Strange. The sorcerer with his lips snagging along his shaft, like-- "Holy shit, okay--okay."

His hand twitches to Stephen's hairline--away--back to his hair and away again to scrape over his mouth. "You think this--helps, you think this counts for your zadza, uh--" You like it, do you like this?