[ if he wasn't so desperate himself he might make a comment about koby's filthy mouth, might tease at the inhale and the way koby begins to go desperate and panting at the first press of his cock. but even quentin feels the roar of the noise in his ears, the intense heat enveloping his cock. he groans, voice sounding with little exertions that follow the slow, slow, slow movement of his hips. he thrusts up into koby, slow and letting his own ass come up off the porcelain, so he can press as deep and needy as he wants. ]

A little longer, a little -

[ he leans in for a biting, bruising kiss. desperate and needy and anything to feel the pretty sounds of koby begging on his lips. it's open-mouted, hot and sliding tongues and searing teeth into a lip that has been bitten over and over by koby himself. all the while he moves glacially slow, fucking up into him with intent, growling low into their shared kiss when koby's walls clamp down. ]

You're so - are you a siren? Your mouth so pretty - your - your cunt immaculate. Shit -

[ the pressure building in the low of his belly is beginning to make him incoherent, his hips thrusting up a little faster, hands undoubtedly going to leave a bruise on the skin for the way he's holding on. ]

Go on - you're - good boy, come on. Come for me. I want to - I need to - feel you around -