[ he twitches at the growl, not entirely sure how to interpret it, though his body is pretty sure it likes it if the wetness between his thighs is any indication. he sucks in a breath, trying to focus through the low burn of arousal. what's worse is he knows david can smell him, smell how much he wants this. ]

You're never going to be able to kick my ass, [ he says shakily, because he can't just leave it unaddressed. although given how hard it is to keep his voice steady and keep from leaning toward the alpha, maybe he should have left it for afterward, when he can dangle david from one foot a hundred feet in the air and remind him that just because quentin's an omega doesn't make him any less an omega-level.

his jaw works, expression flat and suspicious, but.. he sort of has to trust him, doesn't he? and as far as he knows, david's never been that kind of spiteful. ] .. Fine. Yeah, okay. [ he hesitates, then reaches up to the closures on his uniform, pulling it open at the throat and chest. ] I should.. get out of this before I get any worse.