Oh the praise feels so good in the aftermath of his orgasm, and he basks in them as much as in the glow the orgasm has left him with. He's stopped stroking, but Quentin's fingers haven't and his shudders and jerks it felt good, but in the way that made him hold on to the side of the dresser with a whine.

It was a lot, but it was a good a lot, and oh he'd done good? That was so very nice to hear, he wants to keep hearing that, and the way Quentin's cock is pressed against him he shudders. "God... fuck.... M-ngh Mr. Beck... W-wait please..." His cock was trying to get hard again already, it was already twitching, but it was starting to hurt too, but in a weirdgoodbad sort of way. He whined, his thighs shaking as Beck kept fucking him with his fingers for the moment. He moaned, but it was shaky, breathless, and his whine was breathy as Beck's fingers moved in him and after a moment he wasn't sure if he wanted him to stop anyway.