The first sound Corbin makes is a whimper, and Beck can probably see the way the flush that starts on his cheeks moves to cover his ears and the back of his neck, his shoulders. He feels filthy in a way he never has before, one that churns in his stomach and mixes with the arousal in a way that he's not sure about. But it feels good, god it feels good, so he tries not to think about how dirty he feels. It's fine.

And then Quentin's cock is finally pushing into his ass and he cries out, his hands holding tight in the bedsheets because it's so much, the pain and the stretch, even with the lube, it feels so big it's huge inside of him with his thighs pressed together, and his curses are breathless. He remembers stroking his cock had felt good, but he can't get his hand down there, can only rut his hips against the bed, against the wet puddle from the lube that ran down his ass, which moves his ass on Beck's cock. And it helps, but fuck it's still a lot.

"Fuck... g-god Que- fuck oh god..." He whimpers and whines the whole time the cock is pressing into him, and he can't decide if he wants to muffle the pathetic noises he's making or not. He's not sure he can decide much of anything right now, not with his body and mind so occupied by Quentin's dick.