Quin may have not known what he was doing, but judging by her enthusiasm he could tell that at least she was willing. He hopefully didn't suck too badly at it either, since he was kind of working on instinct and in response to her, rather than with any experience.

Her hand at the back of his neck sent a shiver down his spine, which elicited a muffled groan against her lips,  the hair standing on end as his body reacted for him. Clearly he'd been missing out. Quin held her tightly against him, tangling his fingers in her hair as best he could, deepening the kiss for a moment before his conscious caught up with him.

"Lis what are we doing?" Quin leaned back slightly, breathing heavily as he looked down at her. He had just crossed a lot of lines knew he shouldn't and though she seemed equally as into it as he was, he still felt obligated to keep things as proper as he could...