When his arm was suddenly pulled out from under him he had to go to his lip to bite down on. Being pounded by Onin felt fucking amazing to Jackson, but that's exactly what the other wanted from him. He wouldn't let it out, he'd rather destroy his lip than let out a moan. Hearing the other talk didn't help, it was a weakness, the voice of a horny or pleased man. It sent shivers of pleasure to his groin which twitched in response.<br/><br/>"Fuck you!" He snapped, the tears on his face very clear in his broken voice. "I won't... Fuck me until you faint for all I care!" He didn't think the other could go more than half an hour, but that was just his virgin mind not knowing some men could go for a while. His bottom lip was bleeding from him riping at the thin skin, it was torture. He couldn't just give in so easily, he had to be in control of something, anything!