At what Zane said, all Nate could manage in reply was a half groan half cry, the feeling of being fucked and ridden at the same time too much for him to form coherent thought. His eyes rolled back into his head and he bucked his hips, trying to find a rhythm between thrusting up into Zane’s bounding, and back against Elrenic’s thrusts. He couldn’t find one though, so he was just bucking his hips at random against them.<br/><br/>And they were going HARD. Nate hadn’t been this rough with anyone in centuries, whether he was top or bottom. He was an angel, and everything he did was supposed to be kind and gentle. Well that was going to change from now on, because having the brains fucked out of him while Zane slammed down on his cock was too good not to do again. He wanted to do this again.<br/><br/>As Elrenic picked up speed, he screamed again, the sound rough and hoarse and echoing through the mostly empty bar. going over the repeated sound of skin on skin. His nails dug into Zane’s hips more, and he did draw blood, able to feel the slickness of it under his fingertips. After a certain point he was just along for the ride, letting them do whatever they wanted to him as he bucked his hips occasionally and let out various moans, groans, cries, and screams.