Corbin chuckled, swallowing as he smiled up at Caleb. "Me? Shit, you know how hot you are right now? Fuck..." He appreciated that he looked good tied up and restrained and desperate. But gods Caleb looked good when he was teasing him like this. When he was so in control. Corbin loved him on his knees, but the view from down here was every bit as good.

Corbin's gaze is hungry and eager, but there's patience to him now, he's not coming, he knows that, there's no amount of begging or squirming that will get him to come before Caleb lets him. His hips start to move in Caleb's hand, but he stops himself, forces them still. It's even harder when he feels Caleb's mouth around him, his head falls back and he makes a little moan in the back of his throat. "Can... Can I move sweetheart? Gods, your mouth feels so fuckin good." And really that would just be him tormenting himself. But he didn't know what Caleb wanted from him.