It was an almost subtle gesture, Corbin reaching down to touch himself. Quentin hums thoughtfully, his free hand pawing across Corbin's ass, spreading the cheek slightly.

This time. Teaching him to get hard and slutty for a man like him. He can let Corbin stroke himself this time, get all sweetly turned on and desperate for it. Quentin likes that he wants to make himself feel good. Better than just knuckle-biting through it.

"That's good," Quentin sighs against his ear. He curls his fingers a little bit, seeking his prostate. "You keep doing what feels good, baby boy."