Quentin pull back from licking his ass just enough to admire how he's taking it, the reflection of his face in the mirror, the flush working down the back of his neck and the shiver under his skin, how his thighs tremble. Oh, he can't wait to have him in bed, can't wait to be buried inside him.

Can't wait to have that tight ass hugging his cock. Corbin's sweet virgin ass is going to feel so good when he comes in it.

"You gonna make a mess on that dresser, baby boy?" he murmurs. He curls his fingers again, goes for the his prostate all over again, really milking it for him. "C'mon, Corbin. C'mon, sweetheart. Let's see it. There's a good boy. Come on my fingers, baby."