Q began to chuckle. He felt- he felt so peaceful, and lit up. James lit him up. He was happy and that wasn't a feeling he was able to bask in a lot. But now he did, and James was still on top of him and Q was laughing with his pleasure. He enjoyed the kisses to his cheek, to his jaw, and he whined reluctantly when James propped himself up, pouting when James smiled down at him and pulled out.
He was a bit of a mess. They were both a bit of a mess, flushed and sweaty and sticky, but Q was deliciously content. "Good Lord, James," Q all but purred, his legs still parted slightly, his fingers kneading into the sheets of the bed. "I- well, I- my goodness," he chuckled again, reaching out one hand to the man beside him. "No wonder you managed to seduce every woman you came across. Nngh-" he moaned, still tingling. Oh, he doesn't dare to hope that he might get this again. The one time, if that was the one time, it was more than bloody satisfying.
James liked the little whine and pout, as if Q just wanted him to stay there forever. Which, admittedly, sounded wonderful, although the worry that his weight would just crush Q would perhaps have spoiled it a little. He moved off of him, and lay on his side facing Q, still close. He reached out with one hand, letting his trail down his chest and stomach, before he left his arm just draped over him, his thumb tracing lazy circles against his skin, as if he just couldn't bear having no physical contact with him.
His smile grew wider at Q's praise. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied, a little formally- staying for a chat wasn't exactly his strong point. And then Q mentioned all the women, and James chuckled softly, and shook his head. "No, this was-" he stopped short. What was it? Different? Certainly. Better? Oh god, yes. "Mmm- it was- yes- you know," he finished vaguely. Perhaps him being completely tongue-tied was better to explain it than any adjective he could come up with.