Onin continued his assault on the other man. He was going to make the other make some sort of noise, whether it was a moan or a choked sob, he didn’t care. To help further his plan to get the other to moan, he grabbed Jackson’s arms and pinned them behind his back. He sped up his thrusts, heir hips smacking loudly against one another. It wasn’t enough that he already took Jackson’s virginity; no, he wanted every shred of his dignity as well.<br/><br/>“You must think you’re too good to moan...or that you won’t give me the satisfaction...but you’re wrong.” Onin breathes out. “I have ways of getting what I want.” He admitted. Jackson didn’t have a choice anymore. Everything he did, said, or got would be under Onins control. Anything he didn’t like would be dealt with appropriately. “I won’t stop until you give in. I can go for hours, can you?”