If the noise Hunter made could be identified, if was a whimper, a soft noise of submission and desire and of pain as the teeth closed on his lip and he relaxed his grip. The message Madison was sending was clear enough, and even if Hunter had felt neither had been very confident before, well, that was all changed now, and there seemed to be no inhibitions or barriers to that now.
And then the hand, soft and clearly well-taken care off, cured around him, knocking the breath from his lungs and making him shiver in delight and anticipation, hands moving to the cool tiles, planting either side of Madison's shoulders as he tried to support himself. He had certainly got the impression that Madison was not the sort of young man to treat him lightly, and he leaned close, mouth moving down Madison's neck, kissing and sucking lightly but not leaving marks as he groaned words of need and encouragement.