The sudden spurt of come in his mouth was a little hard to take, some dribbling out before he could swallow, but he kept sucking on Quatre while he was still hard. The warm, musty scent of sweat and come was just under his nose, smelling of sex all over. He didn't have time to try and worry about wiping his face off. When he finally let go of Quatre he had to concentrate on breathing, letting out loud gasps as Bancoran thrust into him, all the while still leaning on Quatre's body.

It was hard to think straight with Ban pounding into him, but he tugged lightly on him, trying to crawl on top of Quatre so that the boy could play with his cock. At least, he hoped he would. Maybe it was being overly greedy, but he wasn't really trying to mind his manners in the moment, or worry about the mess.