Kissing Quentin now feels like all the times that they had kissed before. He still makes his stomach feel like it's doing flips and his throat tight. It doesn't matter at all how many times that they've kissed in the past, Quentin always makes him feel like this.

Only Quentin.

A dream or a fake wouldn't be like this. Shouldn't be. Although, a desperate part of him thinks that if it could be then he's willing to let himself be lied to for as long as he can have this.

Despite that, he doesn't match the way that Quentin pushes into it. He wants to kiss him like he should have that day in Fillory, gentle and slow. Like he never hopes to kiss anyone else. He pushes Quentin back against the door, trapping him there as he uses his leverage over him to try to convince him to follow his lead.