Quatre was nice in a way that most men he slept with weren't. He was more like Maraich. A pretty boy. Maraich didn't have to worry about dealing with anything gigantic. It was easy to wrap his hand around Quatre's cock and bob his head up and down on it.

There was still something almost surreal about it, like he would wake up and they're still be in Ariel, as Bancoran came up behind him. Being touched was like a strange confirmation that he was really there. If Bancoran knew how many men had touched him... That would be a problem for another day.

His entrance trembled under Bancoran's teasing hand, his cock hard and ready.