Jay almost cried out at the bite to his shoulder, biting down hard on his own lip just in time. He twisted his head to one side with the corded tension it caused, the tie around his wrist going tighter as he pulled at it involuntarily.
He'd just about settled, when he felt Paul's cock brush over his prostate, the bunch of nerves sending shockwaves through him, and he writhed. Seeking more of the same, making him shake with need and longing, begging as much as he could with his body, as much as words could've.