"Easy," Quentin breathes. He sees the nervous tick of Corbin's eyebrows, the tension in his cheeks and feels the equal tension around his finger. That sweet, delicious tension makes Quentin want to do nothing more than ravish the boy, take him away from the mirror and shove him down on the bed and be menacing and rude and intense

He controls himself. Breathes sweet comfort against the boy's skin and pushes against his shoulders to get him to bend forward over the dresser, closer to the mirror. It'll help the feeling of taking Quentin's long finger as well.

"You're doing so well," he assures. "And there's no rush. We've got plenty of time, baby."