Each thrust pushed Onin closer to his climax. He wasn’t ashamed to groan and make noises. Why would he be? Onin was the one assaulting Jackson. Hearing Jackson moan, he grinned wickedly. It didn’t take long for him to get his way. “Doing it where?” He questioned; positioning his body so each thrust hit that bundle of nerves that seemed to drive Jackson crazy.<br/><br/>His hand returned to stroking Jackson; aiming to get him to climax. He didn’t care if he came first or last, as Onin would make sure they both hit their climax; even if the other become over sensitive to touch. “I told you I always get what I want.” Onin chuckled.