[Well, if the lady wants the shorts gone, who is Quentin to argue? But he's propping himself up with one hand, and the other is... occupied. Whatever shall he do?
Ha! It must suck to be a loser without godlike tk powers. Before she moves her leg and makes this process more difficult than it needs to be, he whisks those shorts off (and her underwear too, while he's at it) with mind powers and flings them across the room. A little more dramatic than he intended, but whatever. More importantly, he has unhindered access to her body now, and he's gonna use it. He starts moving that hand, just a smidge slower than she would want him to. What's wrong with making her squirm a little, right?
"I'm in your head, you don't have to tell me."
He hums when she starts kissing his neck and tilts his chin up a bit for her, but her nails on his back get a shudder and a gasp. Oo, that's very fun.
"Come on, you can do better than that. I don't heal, but I'm not fragile."]
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Ha! It must suck to be a loser without godlike tk powers. Before she moves her leg and makes this process more difficult than it needs to be, he whisks those shorts off (and her underwear too, while he's at it) with mind powers and flings them across the room. A little more dramatic than he intended, but whatever. More importantly, he has unhindered access to her body now, and he's gonna use it. He starts moving that hand, just a smidge slower than she would want him to. What's wrong with making her squirm a little, right?
"I'm in your head, you don't have to tell me."
He hums when she starts kissing his neck and tilts his chin up a bit for her, but her nails on his back get a shudder and a gasp. Oo, that's very fun.
"Come on, you can do better than that. I don't heal, but I'm not fragile."]