[Johan's POV]
Johan lay flat on his stomach, grunting as Adrian speared him with powerful thrusts from behind. Adrian kept a firm grip to his wrists, and his hefty body added weight to every push of his hips, burning him with a pain-numbing pleasure, pushing away memories he didn't want to think about.
Every slap of Adrian's groin to his ass created a rhythmic music that should be considered sinful in the blond's heavenly bedroom. Or maybe it's just the J-rock song blasting from the Bluetooth speaker on Adrian's desk so his family wouldn't hear their canoodling noises once they come home without them noticing.
Don't forget to wipe the window. LOL!