Quin didn't need to be told twice, the kiss helped, but was a bit distracting. Nothing was as fluid or as smooth as he would hope, but eventually things became a little easier. It was all so awkward, trying to get their bodies to fit together and acclimated to the new sensations. He started off slow, almost painfully so, being told it was uncomfortable on her end at first. The more... primal urges were hard to keep at bay, but soon enough they worked themselves into a compatible rhythm.

Determined not to rush anything, despite the desperation crawling across his skin, Quin leaned back a little to readjust, slowing again at her utterance of his name. Things seemed to be moving in the right direction, so he hoped she wasn't uncomfortable anymore. Uncertain, he leaned down, and brushed his lips against hers. "Are you alright?" It came out in a hoarse whisper, but he had to double check. He'd hate himself if something was wrong and he missed it.