“Huh...then I guess you wouldn’t mind that option, would you?” Onin smirked. He resumed his thrusts; the force of each one causing their hips to rock. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll send you back with scars all over that precious skin of yours.” Onin shrugged. Once he had his fill of the other, Onin couldn’t care less what became of Jackson. Scarring the man up would be one step closer to get rid of the discrimination against the maimed.<br/><br/>Straightening himself back onto his knees, Onin decided to settle with the sob Jackson emitted. Maybe he wouldn’t get a moan out of him, but he at least got something of value. Right now, his goal was to get off and watch Jackson orgasm as well. Onin knew he could get that much from the other, at least.