The Italian stud wasn't weak himself and he holds onto Jay just well once his back hits the wall. It coaxed a soft, lustful groan from the young man, both legs slung around Jay's waist, one hand up his the other man's hair, the other placed against one of Jay's ass cheeks. He kissed him back, passionately so, feverish passion and again that hot temper seeping through. He toyed with Jay's tongue, nipping and suckling on it gently while he was lowered slowly and Jay's cock  entered him.<br/><br/>Andrea moaned against Jay's lips, his back arching, the muscles on his chest rippling and shifting. His eyes were closed when he felt the other man's cock burrying itself deep inside. He broke the kiss only for a soft, husky whisper here and there. In italian, once again, and it really doesn't need translation. It was probably dirty. He dipped his head a little, biting softly on Jay's earlobe before he whispered into the man's ear. It was moaned out, low and husky and whatever it was, it just sounded erotic and passionate.