Aarne put his forehead to the bar, covering his head with this hands and biting down on his own arm to keep from screaming so loud he worried about hurting his voice. The fucking Brit!

"Joe! Fuck..." the words trail off to a cry as Aarne loses control, prone to prostate orgasms which cause spasms so strong he almost loses his footing. Those last rough thrusts as his lover cums producing another wave of pleasure that leaves the Fin collapsed and panting on the tip of the bar. He's not even trying to catch his breath yet, just riding out the remaining quakes and those hard thrusts from the Brit behind him. Fuck, he wanted it again and was in no shape to even stand upright, let alone have more rough sex.