Quin chuckled softly, "You just don't play fair, do you?" he chided lightheartedly, his hands dipped down into the boy's pants to firmly take hold of Charlie's rear, pulling them close. He pressed his lips to the young fox's, urging a deep kiss, the barbell in his tongue teasing the teen's soft palette. After a moment his tongue dipped down Charlie's throat, this caused his manhood to grow noticeably harder.