"You okay?" Quentin has to ask. It's that nudge, the need of consent, probably the only time he'll ask throughout this encounter. He'll stop if Corbin protests in the middle of it, but other than that there's no need, right?

He curls his finger under Corbin's chin, grips him gently with his thumb so that he can brush at that full lower lip for a moment. Oh, he is lovely. And then he slowly stalks around him, trailing his fingers over his body, feeling all the narrow, sinewy parts of him, where he's still growing into himself.

"Are you nervous? It's okay. You can talk to me." His fingers brush the swell of Corbin's ass, a teasing little touch. "You were so ready to be all grown up, sending that picture in the first place. But it's okay to be a little nervous at first."