Oh no, he didn't want to at all. Giriko would have laughed long and hard if Justin had claimed that out loud. If he didn't want it, then why wasn't he walking out of here? Why was his cock so stiff and hard under Giriko's grinding hips. Why was he gasping like that?

The chainsaw hummed at the kisses, not minding that he left marks in his wake. He did one better, kissing down to Justin's throat and then biting down harder, drawing blood with shark teeth.

As he did so, he curled his fingers around Justin's cock and began to stroke in earnest, wanting to drive him into losing his mind.