Quinn laughed wryly, the emotional overload of the moment pushing his reactions towards the extremes. "Oh I was totally being pissy with you," he said, pulling away from Mal just enough to look at him. "It's what I do, by the way." Quinn sighed heavily against Mal. A thought struck him suddenly, causing him the chortle a laugh through his nose.
"Besides, I have two hands and my own apartment," Quinn said crudely, making a face and looking for the joke to lighten the mood. "I'll be fine."
There were questions, of course. So many questions. He could joke and talk about masturbating all he wanted, but in the end what would it be like to rely upon it, when what he wanted was to be with his partner in that way? Was it that Mal was holding himself back from sex, choosing to be celibate? Was it that sex made him uncomfortable and awkward? Had he ever had sex before? Was it certain acts? Or was it just that he didn't experience a desire for sexual stimulation like Quinn did? It was all some jumbled mess that eventually he would need answers to. But as Malakai held him close and reminded him of why he was the greatest partner Quinn had ever had, how his dick would enter into the equation between them mattered less than anything else in the world.
"Just do me a favor and stop doubting how awesome you are, okay?" As if that would fix their problems like magic. If only. There was a relief there that the words were out in the open and things were on the table. He wasn't a huge fan of knowing this new bit of information, but at least he knew what was there. He looked into Mal's face, his eyes falling on those full lips, and ran a slow hand through Mal's hair before pulling him in for a long kiss.