Then sharp, delightful pain as he sank his teeth into Michael's lower lip. He barely had any time to process the feeling, however, as he felt his companion's hand beneath his trousers, closing tight on his c**k. Michael coalesced into a shambling mass of pleasure, the sudden sensation replacing the feeling of contained desire. Tight in their grasp, the man's fingers twirled, softly massaging his shaft and balls, the shifting tightness in a crescendo of warm stimulation. He could not hold. He would not hold.
"Please," he found himself near pleading, "please I want you inside me."
He was held tight against a wall, the man's rough embrace holding him off the ground as he pleasured him. In this moment of near clarity, Michael noticed they were not the only ones in such a moment of debauchery
