The shriek that Joshua emits is one of desperate, unbridled pleasure as he's left to claw at Dion's shoulders through his shirt, split wide and pierced atop his cock fully. All he's able to do is pant, a miserable mess as he finds his release near immediately as that sweet spot inside of him is hit. He's leaking on himself, splashing upward onto his and Dion's middle. Cleaning their clothing after this will surely be a pain and Joshua does feel somewhat guilty over it...or he would if there were any space in his mind to think of anything other than the pleasure surging through him.

Toes twitch and thighs tremble as he leans in to capture Dion's lips with his own in a kiss, as if the contact will breathe life into him as he finds himself threatening to be extinguished.