Quentin fits his hand between Corbin and the bed, slipping his fingers around Corbin's cock and stroking him lazily, adding heat and pressure to the friction of fucking him down against the mattress.

Everything is slow, lazy. He's not even fucking him yet, just sinking in still. An inch, then two, in then out, sinking in a little more on each sink of his hips as he sighed against the boy's neck. He feels spectacularly wet and tight. Corbin is such a lovely, squirming mess, and it's a beautiful struggle to not hold down his shoulders and fuck him until he's screaming and crying.

He holds himself back, just enough. Squeezes Corbin's cock some more, strokes him sweetly, and groans against his neck.

"That's it, sweetheart, let me hear how much you want it," he murmurs. "Make some noise for me. Make some noise while you take that cock so well."