(Damn, Quin. Much respect for the skill. That deep throat pants jerk. That was a ten.)<br/><br/>One hand griped his shoulder, the other, Quin's hair, the movement pushing his length further into his mouth he thought possible startled as gasp from him.  His reply wasn't quite as quick and he managed a nod. Naked on a desk in front of Quin during chemistry class was not the plan, but still a winner in his mind. he curled a leg behind Quin's and pulled him closer again for another kiss to further his reply. A hand traced the snug front of Quin's pants. "Yeah. Continue. Please."