It didn't really matter to Brian in that moment whether or not Ferrol was participating. The sounds the man was making were evidence enough that he was enjoying what Brian was doing to him.
A light sheen of sweat dampened his shirt, and he shrugged out of his jacket while still trying to keep some semblance of a rhythm going.
He leaned over the man, one hand pressing into his shoulder, the other moving around his body to push Ferrol's hand away and wrap around the man's erection.
He stroked him, as fast and hard as he pounded into him. He wanted to feel Ferrol come apart, to know that it was because of him. And, as a matter of pride, he definitely wanted Ferrol to come undone before him—way before him.