He strips him shirtless, and makes a quick pass over him with his hands, stroking his skin, settling them both, before sliding down his body to go to his boots.

Nothing strikes Quentin as more vulnerable than the soles of a pair of bare feet.

From there, he goes for the gag he has ready- just a tie he never wears, but it's soft and silky and a fetching red, that he likes with Jedao's skin. He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip, to coax his mouth to open for it.