Feeling Corbin squeeze around him, feeling him cry out and come in a mess on the bed, was lovely. Quentin keeps driving, keeps fucking him through it, and focuses instead on his own pleasure. That was his only goal now, and he could feel the edge of it coming toward him.

It didn't take more than a few extra minutes before he was really almost there.

"Where do you want it, huh?" he asked, voice sweet though there was an edge to it. "In your ass? On your face? Tell me where you want this load, baby."