Quentin sighed, laying back and letting Eliot do his thing, just moving when he was nudged. It was nice to just chill for a minute, enjoy the feeling of Eliot's lips over his skin. It was both familiar and new at the same time, exciting and comforting. The dissonance might have been more jarring if he weren't so relaxed. One hand came up to Eliot's head, fingers stroking happily through his hair.