Once his wrists were released, Erik delved both hands into Robert's wet curls, massaging them and feeling the soaked strands under his finger tips. It caused him to let out a lewd moan because touching his lover's hair whilst being fucked roughly against the wall felt so good.

"Ah!---oh!---Fuck, don't stop."

The Swede loving every dirty sound that slipped from Robert's lips as they fucked. Erik's head lolling back against the tiles; his mouth open in pure ecstasy as he screamed out cries of pleasure, unable to control himself. He could feel the muscles in his thighs clench and his ball sac throb. He was close.

"You---are....so fucking hot! Ah!----"

A pull on those wet curls and Erik was making a wailing sound as he felt Robert's cock nudge his sweet spot inside, causing spasms of pleasure to wash over him. So close now.