Each moan was bliss to Onins ears. It told him that he had won and Jackson gave up his little stubborn streak. Each thrust caused more to produce, which pleases Onin further and caused him to continuously build up his own climax. Feeling Jackson’s walls tighten around him was enough to send the larger male into his own orgasm; spilling his seed inside Jackson as a final act.<br/><br/>Once he finished with his orgasm, Onin pulled out of the other and tucked his now limp cock back into his pants; zipping up his fly and standing to his feet. He forgot about his leg, which sent a sharp pain throughout the limb when he put pressure on it. “Ah...I suppose I need to get a doctor and a cleaner over here. You made a mess all over my carpet.” Onin grumbled, as if it was all Jackson’s fault why there was blood and cum on his carpet.