More shock, more laughter. It almost stuns him more to see this than it does to feel it. Even with Stephen drawing his dick down along his tongue, it's hard to believe that this is happening to him. "Jesus, you look like a porno." He puffs, mindless, finally letting himself touch. Quentin pets over Stephen's crown, scratches back over his temple and draws a thumb down the grain of his mustache. That's probably half the porno there. "That's a compliment. Just--so you know. Do that thing again? Or--hold on, can you--"

His palm heel smooths over Stephen's check, massages the hinge of his jaw. "Loosen up here. I can do it, you don't have to do all the work."