Narrowing his eyes, Jim moved up a little to glare down at the other, his hand never slowing down while spreading his legs even wider. He knew what Al wanted, but would Jim even consider giving it to him?
...Fuck it. He wanted Al to scream.
Without as a warning, Jim had roughly entered him, groaing against his throuth and did not wait for the other to adjust and started to move harshly in and out of him.
((I'm deeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaad >.< *cralws down ina hole*))