Frances's fluids were in overload. he clung to Quin, holding his facein both his hands. he used his other limbs to roll them so he was over the other, slowly tasting his mouth, depositing his excessive saliva into him. he gripped him with two limbs and forced his legs wide to give access to his other limb.  "Not how.  How many.  Frances will take Quin again and again." he licked his face, trailed bites down his neck, wasted no time moistening his entrance and making way for his length.  Frances wanted pretty Quin. To fill Quin up with all my love."