He does look lovely on his hands and knees, and he would look lovely with his face pressed into the mattress, ass lifted up to meet everything. But instead, Quentin leans in, fits himself over his back, and slowly flattens him all the way to the bed.

It's not crushing, but it's lovely and firm. Corbin's body is brilliantly warm under his own, and he kisses his neck, his shoulders, grinds against his ass. He pushes his boxer briefs down and lets his cock out, just to rub against that sweet little ass. There's still plenty of lube, but he won't nudge in.

"Such a good boy," he sighs. "Such a good, lovely boy."