Corbin can feel the hot splash of come on his ass and his back and he whines quietly as Beck fucks the mess into his hole. It hurt, his hand clenched tight in the sheets and his breathing heavy. But he was good, he'd done good, he was lovely, that was good, that meant he'd done a good job. He's also exhausted, and wants little else other than to fall over and sleep.

"Fuck..." he felt sluggish as he lay there, just trying to get his heart to stop pounding. God, but he felt sore already.