Corinth wasn't terribly bothered by taking the submissive role. Top or bottom, it didn't matter to him. The next person he found would probably ask him to take the other role. He was nothing if not flexible.
Corinth moaned at the touch, tilting his pelvis up into the thrust. He wanted more. The 'being pinned' thing was hot, but there were things he'd like to do. The chase and biting, that had been nature, and business. The teasing was just cruel.