Madison keened, throwing his head back and arching, trying to press back on the man’s cock, trying to pull it deeper inside of him.
“Better.” He hissed in agreement, rolling his hips back. “Now harder.” He couldn’t be more eloquent, even if he wanted to. It was hard to think on a higher level then sharp, short demanding words about how much he wanted to be fucked and how he wanted Hunter to do it. Madison was demanding, but it came through so very obviously in moments like this and he scratched at the tiled wall, nails splitting as he raked them.