He added a second finger, easing that one in after it's partner, beginning to slide both in long, smooth motions almost out of the young man, and then back in again, increasing the pace. "How does that feel?" Hunter murmured, lips against the boy's ear, his voice low and lust filled. He was eager to spread the boy further, another finger at least, before he fucked him, eager to make sure that Madison was ready and would be filled up properly with an over-whelming discomfort.
The free hand fumbled to put the bottle back onto the shelf, knowing it would be needed again in a moment, but wanting to hold onto the boy, to press against him and grind his maddeningly hard cock against Madison's skin. His hand moved again, taking hold of Madison's hip, supporting the boy's weight and stopping him from slipping, which would prolong the time Hunter could sink himself into the boy's heat and pound him into the tiles.