[Quentin definitely meant for her to take off her clothes, so he kinda... freezes for a split second when her hands go to remove his shirt. Which is stupid. Like she wouldn't know he's skinny until his shirt came off? She has eyes, Quire. Get out of your head about it, idiot.
He shakes it off and—only somewhat awkwardly—helps her get his shirt off, making a pleased humming noise when she kisses his neck. In fact, he's feeling needy bold enough to tilt his head to the side as an invitation. Encouragement. Sometimes self-care is letting a hot blonde do salacious things with her mouth. Treat yoself.]
No hair pulling, got it. I can work with that.
[Since Sophie apparently has the shirt stuff covered (he just decided right now), he starts making a half-assed attempt to shimmy her pajama bottoms down. Half-assed only because he's chosen to do it while heavily distracted and with only one hand, since he's sliding the other down the front of her shorts to give her more of the friction that made her moan. It was a good noise, and he'd like another, please and thank you.]
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He shakes it off and—only somewhat awkwardly—helps her get his shirt off, making a pleased humming noise when she kisses his neck. In fact, he's feeling
needybold enough to tilt his head to the side as an invitation. Encouragement. Sometimes self-care is letting a hot blonde do salacious things with her mouth. Treat yoself.]No hair pulling, got it. I can work with that.
[Since Sophie apparently has the shirt stuff covered (he just decided right now), he starts making a half-assed attempt to shimmy her pajama bottoms down. Half-assed only because he's chosen to do it while heavily distracted and with only one hand, since he's sliding the other down the front of her shorts to give her more of the friction that made her moan. It was a good noise, and he'd like another, please and thank you.]