Web had winced when slammed into the locker, the faintest touches of fear gleamed in his verdant gaze. He allowed Vinny to lead him away. A soft grunt when pushed to his knees was his only sign of protest. His meticulously groomed brows furrowed slightly as he looked up at Vinny, cock at his lips.<br/><br/>Hearing the words meant little to him, but seeing the look, the wildfire burning in this man's eyes. Web complied, allowing Vinny to violate his mouth. Soft moans of his own thrummed deeply as Vinny's cock would sink deeply down his throat. His hands moved to grip the other's thighs for stability as he lost himself to the feeling.