bringing_sexy_beck | AU

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Quentin was there within forty-five minutes.

He really hadn't been that far away in the first place, and he headed out as soon as Corbin sent that picture of him at the convenience store. Triangulating from there hadn't been hard. Once he had the name, he sort of figured out who Corbin is--he had a clue, but the name helped--and he might have slipped a text along to the kid's uncle. A friendly offer to keep an eye on him, he was in town, he was happy to keep him entertained. Teenagers were a handful. Nobody wanted the kid getting in trouble.

How old was he again?

(Turned out, a little younger than Quentin had thought, but he was still in the car on the road, on the way.)

When he gets to the motel, he parks not far from where the pin is. He doesn't linger for very long. Long enough to maybe make it seem like this is something new and exciting and adventurous for him too. It isn't. That wasn't the point. If he can cultivate that edge of tenderness before anything happened, Corbin will be more at ease. It was probably a little bit gross that Quentin knows that.

Eventually, he climbs out of the car and goes up to the door, knocking.

"Corbin?" he calls gently. "Hey, it's Quentin Beck."

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Corbin hadn't been expecting that, but he lets Beck push him down anyway, and then he's sandwiched between the older man and the mattress, the friction from his cock against his ass making his own hips move and grind against the cheap bedspread and he whimpers.

"Fuck..." Beck's not laying on him with his full weight, he can move, can grind against the older man's cock and the mattress under him. He can whimper and moan, his face pressed against the mattress to muffle the sound a bit. "God..." He doesn't think he's going to come that quickly, but he can also feel his cock getting hard from where he can feel the friction against the mattress.

"Good boy," Quentin sighs, breathing and mouthing the praise into Corbin's skin. His mouth, his teeth, the slow roll of his hips. He fits his hand between them, holding his cock against the cleft of Corbin's ass and just fucking that neat track of flesh. No pressing in, nothing but filthy rutting.

If he were twenty years younger, it would have been very boyish of him. Instead, it's a tease. Almost forty, grinding up on some fourteen year old's ass, feeling how slick it is from him fingering him out.

"Goddamn," he sighed. "Glad you sent me that picture, sweetheart."

Corbin isn't sure if he would feel more or less dirty if Beck were actually fucking him. He knows the pressure, the slick slide feels good, the way his cock rubs against the mattress makes him whimper because everything is far too sensitive right now. It makes him whine, makes him want more, makes him push back and rut against him because it's a lot yes, but it's not enough.

"Fuck... y-yeah... yeah..." He was too, god he really was, and he whines, forehead pressed against the mattress, his ass pressing back against Beck's dick even if it wasn't in him.

Quentin sighs. He grabs the lube and pours some over his cock, over Corbin's crack, and keeps fucking along the way he is, rubbing and grinding, now smearing the mess of it. Oh, there's going to be a huge mess on the bed. He doesn't care at all.

Slowly, lining it up, he eases the head into Corbin's tight, lovely asshole.

"Oh shit," he sighs. "Oh, goddamn. Shit." He spreads his thighs to either side of Corbin's legs and squeezes them neatly, tightly shut, and eases himself into that tight, gripping heat of him, swearing the whole time as he slowly fills him up.

The first sound Corbin makes is a whimper, and Beck can probably see the way the flush that starts on his cheeks moves to cover his ears and the back of his neck, his shoulders. He feels filthy in a way he never has before, one that churns in his stomach and mixes with the arousal in a way that he's not sure about. But it feels good, god it feels good, so he tries not to think about how dirty he feels. It's fine.

And then Quentin's cock is finally pushing into his ass and he cries out, his hands holding tight in the bedsheets because it's so much, the pain and the stretch, even with the lube, it feels so big it's huge inside of him with his thighs pressed together, and his curses are breathless. He remembers stroking his cock had felt good, but he can't get his hand down there, can only rut his hips against the bed, against the wet puddle from the lube that ran down his ass, which moves his ass on Beck's cock. And it helps, but fuck it's still a lot.

"Fuck... g-god Que- fuck oh god..." He whimpers and whines the whole time the cock is pressing into him, and he can't decide if he wants to muffle the pathetic noises he's making or not. He's not sure he can decide much of anything right now, not with his body and mind so occupied by Quentin's dick.

Quentin fits his hand between Corbin and the bed, slipping his fingers around Corbin's cock and stroking him lazily, adding heat and pressure to the friction of fucking him down against the mattress.

Everything is slow, lazy. He's not even fucking him yet, just sinking in still. An inch, then two, in then out, sinking in a little more on each sink of his hips as he sighed against the boy's neck. He feels spectacularly wet and tight. Corbin is such a lovely, squirming mess, and it's a beautiful struggle to not hold down his shoulders and fuck him until he's screaming and crying.

He holds himself back, just enough. Squeezes Corbin's cock some more, strokes him sweetly, and groans against his neck.

"That's it, sweetheart, let me hear how much you want it," he murmurs. "Make some noise for me. Make some noise while you take that cock so well."

Corbin's hips can't stop moving, rocking between Quentin's hand and his cock, and he moans, he can't help it, he makes an almost strangled sound even if he's not trying to hold them back. Every time Quentin rocks in there's more to him, and he curses and ruts between them.

"Pl-aaaah, oh fuck oh god..." he doesn't think he could be quiet even if he tried. He felt a bit of a thrill of pride that he was taking it so well, and fuck but it felt good with Quentin's hand wrapped around his cock, and he can't seem to stop the words from coming out of his mouth, the moans and the whimpers and the cursing as Quentin sinks deeper into him.

Corbin's continuous, slutty movements helped. If he was moving, than maybe Quentin won't need to pause and wait for him to get used to it. Still, as he finally fills him all the way up, he pauses. He waits. He strokes him a bit, between his belly and the bed, as he stays all the way in him.

"That's it," Quentin says. "That's the whole cock, baby boy. Say thank you, like a good boy, now you've gotten the whole lot of it."

"Thank you... oh god thank you..." He squeezes his eyes shut, he can feel Quentin's hips pressed against his ass, he tries to just remember how to breathe, whimpering as he tries to fuck his cock into Beck's hand.

He's grateful for the pause, because this is all just a lot, and he's enjoying it for the most part, but that doesn't make it easy for him. It's his first cock after all, and the thought of it makes him whine. His breathing is harsh, but he also just wants Quenting to move already, that would feel good, wouldn't it?

Quentin can feel Corbin's impatience, the need, practically vibrating through the boy's body, all the way through him. He kisses his neck, scrapes his teeth, until he gets to his shoulder where Quentin knows Corbin's shirt will cover his skin. He sinks his teeth against him, sucking up an enthusiastic, possessive bruise.

He sort of hopes Corbin sends another saucy picture to that boyfriend of his, and the hickey ends up showing up.

Gently, Quentin lifts up Corbin's hips a little, just enough to get some movement. He starts slow, almost teasing, his hands on Quentin's ass to keep those cheeks spread to a sweet, vulgar level as he fucks him. What a beautiful sight. He groans a little bit.

"Shit, baby. Look at you take it. Look at you take my fucking cock like you were made for it."

Corbin moans when he's bitten, he'd liked it the few times Jon had done it, and now when he feels Quentin sucking up what he can feel is going to be an impressive hickey his cock jumps at the idea of it. he hasn't even thought about his boyfriend possibly seeing it, is more focused on how good it fucking feels.

But then Beck is lifting his hips, and then he's moving, even if it's slow and oh fuck but the slide of his cock is... it's something else, it's amazing and he whines as he feels the way it slides home. The way it fills him up, and he curses because it hurts but the burn is just... it's good and he hadn't expected that. His thighs shake after a moment as he just tries to breathe, as he holds onto the sheets with white knuckled hands and let's Quentin fuck into him at that slow, relentless rate. He's never felt anything like it.

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."

The suggestion is very helpful, and Corbin does so like he'd only just remembered that was a thing he could do. And oh fuck yeah that helps, it takes the edge off the pain and helps him focus on just the pleasure, the slide of Quentin's cock and how it makes him feel so full.

When he makes another noise it's just a moan, shaky true, but he can't help that. His hips move between his hand and Beck's cock, and it makes him go quicker, because it really does feel good, and he has to wonder what it would feel like to come with a cock in his ass.

It's cute, that Corbin just needs the barest suggestion and then he's moving like that. Quentin lets him set the pace for a second, let's him move just like that, back and forth, back and forth, between cock and palm, building something up. Quentin's sure it's overstimulating and glorious, wonderfully too much, but Corbin's not complaining--and even if he were, Quentin would shush him, tell him how wonderfully he's doing, and keep on.

After all, Quentin hasn't gotten his.

After a few minutes of just Corbin moving, Quentin pulls back as the boy rocks forward. He gets to the tip, almost pulls out. And as Corbin's starting to rock back, Quentin thrusts forward. It's hard and rough and a little mean, and Quentin tips his head back and groans.

He slaps Corbin's ass. Not hard, but enough that it jiggles for a second, a lovely sight. He repeats the slow, rough thrust on the next rock of Corbin's hips. "Fuck, baby," he sighs. "That's it."

It's too much, but he can't seem to stop. Every time he thinks about it his hand keeps going, it felt good yes, but more would feel better... right? His eyes are squeezed shut and he's making whimpery moans that have an edge of almost crying to them but not quite.

And then Quentin actually fucks into him and it shoves a moan out of him, it was rough and hard and it hurt but the hurt felt glorious. He shudders as Beck does it again, the slick slide and the harsh thrust and that was amazing, and he finds enough of his voice to moan and curse, the force of it shoving his cock into his hand. "Fuck... yes god... ffffuck oh god..." He whimpers at the smack, it was so much but Beck had said he was taking it so well and he wants to keep taking it well.

Each sweet sigh, each whimpering breath, has Quentin groaning. He gave up the playful, light smacks on his ass. Instead, he gripped him by the hips and held him. It was easier to fuck when he held him still.

Now, he doesn't care so much about Corbin's pleasure. The boy will touch and stroke and play with himself, he'd get off on this because that's the goal, but Quentin is focused almost entirely on the filthy act of getting himself off. And Corbin's sweet, freshly deflowered ass is just what he needs for that.

It doesn't take much at all to build up to the speed and force he wants. He fuck him hard and fast, angled to stroke over that sweet spot inside him with each thrust. "That's it, baby. That's it. You take it so good, sweet boy."

It takes his breath away how fast Beck goes from sweet to rough, how one second he's rocking back and the next he can't move his hips at all as he's roughly pounded into, each stroke making sparks go off behind his eyes and pleasure jolt up his spine as he feels the force of it all the way down his spine.

And he can't move his hips, but he can still stroke himself and it's so much, it's hurt and pleasure and it makes his toes curl as he gasps and moans and cries out, his other hand still clenched in the sheets. He can't tell how close he is to coming, his cock is hard again and it's leaking, but his hand shakes with every stroke now that Quentin is really fucking him.

"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."

Corbin can't help but moan and gasp, it's mostly just 'oh fuck' or other babbling nonsense, he whimpers and whines, shuddering with each thrust as Beck fucks him, the change in position lets him move a little bit, lets him thrust into his shaking hand and press back just a bit, just barely, and he moves his head to expose his neck, fuck that felt good, and he moans with every bite. Every thrust shoves out a little cry or a moan and he moves his hand quicker until he's crying out into the mattress, coming again with Beck's cock up his ass.

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."

Corbin's squeezed his eyes shut, not saying much other than moaning and cursing as Quentin keeps fucking him and it goes back over into too much, so much it hurts and he feels so much fuller than he should be. And then Quentin asks him a question and he's not sure what to say. It barely even processes as something he needs to respond to, but he manages anyway. Sort of.

"Ahhh, fuck... ass please.... asss.... oh fuck..." He wants Quentin to stop but he wants him to keep going even more, it's going to be a mess either way so he wants to keep his cock in him as long as he can.

It's such a wonderful, mumbling, barely-there sort of answer. Quentin grips Corbin's ass tightly, gives him a swat with the other hand. He doesn't care, for a moment, that he might be hurting the boy. He looks so glorious. Taut and roughed up and beautiful, taking him like this.

Quentin slams in one last time, getting in the first hot streaks of his come. He groans, heavy and low. On the next move, he pulls back and streaks Corbin's ass, hole, back, with more come. What a lovely sight.

He presses in, fucking that mess into Corbin's beautifully abused hole. "Good boy. What a lovely, good boy."

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.

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