"There it is," Quentin sighs, tilting his head back and sighing intently. Corbin is a lovely, fluttering mess of pleasure, clenching, grabbing the sheets and his cock. Quentin can hardly hold back when everything is as lovely as all that. He drapes over Corbin's back, kissing and biting at his neck and shoulder, sighing against his skin.

"Lovely boy," he murmurs into his skin. "Take me so good. Fuck, baby."