Quinn didn't know when things began to change, he just knew that they had. Was it when he'd convinced Leo and Ezra to dp him? Or was it when he'd convinced Dorian to press him against the wall and fuck his brains out?
Was it when Leo had held him up, Ezra on his knees before him, and they'd rammed him down Ezra's throat while Leo fucked him from behind until he almost passed out? Quinn wasn't sure, but the sweet, gentle fucking on his side while Dorian let Quinn use his chest as a pillow was needed.
Quinn still wanted sex, that part hadn't changed, but the control he felt on his body was slipping. His head felt a little foggy, his body felt a little too hot. He wasn't even sure how much time had passed, or if Noah had come back in that time or not.
All that he could focus on was the cocks around him, the men touching him, and the desire for more cum.
