Corbin turns enough to hopefully get some of those kisses on his lips, his own parted because he... he wanted something, he wanted to feel Quentin kiss him after that, wanted to hold him and be held.

But he pauses after he's gotten a couple, looking down at the dresser where he'd made a mess and blushing. "I uh, I can get a washcloth and clean it... um, later..." He'd made the mess after all, so he should be the one to clean it up. But that would mean moving, and that would mean not having Quentin's voice in his ear, or his fingers up his ass, and he doesn't want to do that right now. He can clean it up later.