<em>"You're so damn hot..." </em>It was a hot, breathless whisper into Jay's ear, while he grabbed a good deal of the other man's hair and pulled his head back some. "..and so tight, Signore." His voice was harsh, almost, laced with nothing but lust.<br/>And what the other man said, just seemed to encourage the Italian. Andrea wasn't silent himself, he rarely was, hot-blooded like he usually was. And if the Place didn't have sound-proof walls, about everyone could hear them by now, very likely.<br/>His moans were loud and passionate and his thrusts were deep and rough, just like Jay had wanted it.<br/><br/>The Italian started to trace kisses over Jay's back, kisses and soft nips, his lips roaming freely over the older man's back while he kept fucking him. He was at a fast but steady rhythm by now, his eyes half closed and he could feel that he was pretty close to come. But each time it almost got too much, he slowed down some, to keep himself from comming too soon. He wanted Jay to enjoy it, as long as he could. He payed for it, after all.<br/><br/>And while he thrusted into the other man, he reached around Jay, grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly, for extra stimulation. Oh yes, he knew his way around. He was moaning loud, just broken by a whisper after a while.<em>"You want me to come, Signore?"</em>His voice was trembling softly between hard breaths and low grunts. He was pretty close, once again. And he leaned down again, next to the others ear.<em>"You want it up your ass, Signore?"</em>It's low and growled out, almost.