Corbin makes a soft noise, hissing, maybe a little pained, and Quentin makes a soft noise that might be teasing, might be a little mocking. He shifted his hands a little, adjusting that desperate spread of Corbin's ass and the slant of his thrusts. It really is lovely.

He doesn't really voice the tease, though. Corbin doesn't need that. He hasn't learned to love this like he should, yet. So, instead, Quentin gives up one hand on his ass to grab the lube and pour some right in that lovely spread crack, fucking it into him slowly.

"Breathe, baby," he sighs. "Relax. Give it up for me, baby, lemme have it all. If you gotta grip something, grip that sweet little dick. Touch yourself."