Eliot scents the little kick of arousal and smiles to himself as he finishes doling out food.

He's expecting awkward questions over the food, maybe. Or possibly a more awkward silence. He's NOT expecting the sudden kiss, and it takes him a second to respond. But when he does, it's by cradling Quentin's face with one hand, pressing the kiss deeper and rumbling a pleased growl.

When he breaks away finally, Eliot smiles at Quentin. "Eat," he says gently.