Quin's mind was growing hazy, and would so continue the longer they touched. There was slight hesitation before his full lips parted allowing the younger fox a look in his mouth. His teeth were actually rather impressive, simply put they were perfect, straight and white, his breath minty. The piercing matched the rest of his fixtures, it was close to the tip, but not dangerously. A soft moan escaped him as Charlie inspected his mouth, his blushing had deepened and his scent and warmth grew.