Corbin's hips can't stop moving, rocking between Quentin's hand and his cock, and he moans, he can't help it, he makes an almost strangled sound even if he's not trying to hold them back. Every time Quentin rocks in there's more to him, and he curses and ruts between them.

"Pl-aaaah, oh fuck oh god..." he doesn't think he could be quiet even if he tried. He felt a bit of a thrill of pride that he was taking it so well, and fuck but it felt good with Quentin's hand wrapped around his cock, and he can't seem to stop the words from coming out of his mouth, the moans and the whimpers and the cursing as Quentin sinks deeper into him.