Brian was an experienced man, one who knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. The fact that he struggled with his apparent bisexuality was irrelevant, really.
There was much satisfaction to be had in Ferrol's stuttering, panted words. He paused in his thrusts as Ferrol tightened almost painfully around him. He felt the warm speed spilling over onto his hand and smirked. He'd been right about the stamina.
He leaned further forward so that he was close to his ear. Before he could speak, the lights shut off. A moment later they flashed on, as bright as they usually were, and the elevator jerked to it's upward ascent again.
"Fuck," Brian said as he pulled out of Ferrol. He pulled on his pants and picked up his jacket. He'd have to get his clothes dry cleaned to get the semen off, but it was worth it. "We've only just begun," he promised the other man.