When the man pressed himself inside him again, deeper this time, Joel felt and heard his own deep but uncontrollably high-pitched cry being muffled away by Walkers hand against his mouth. It was actually more in his mouth than against it. Joel was pressing his head back against the table, almost able to see the wall behind him from an angle he'd never expected it to see in his life, ever. Walker's hand in his mouth, as if trying to slice it open, made Joel use it as a pain relief. He bit down hard, almost chewing on it. He could hear one of Walker's soft moans turn into a short but audible gasp.
Walker saw how the kid's mouth had opened, and he could hear a oncoming cry developing deep inside the kid's throat. One thing he really didn't need right now was for Joel to wake up the whole house with his cries, so he muzzled the boy up with his right hand. He couldn't fully cover the kid's mouth in the position he was in right now, not before he would be fully enveloped inside so he could climb forward on top of the kid just a little more. The side of his hand disappeared between Joel's teeth and Walker could feel the short but sharp dentition almost cutting through his flesh. He heard his own moaning die away in a short gasp. He should have known that that was going to happen. Still, the necessity of keeping the kid silent – or at least silent enough – and the feel of Joel's tightness around his cock, made Walker just press his hand between the teeth harder. He could feel Joel's hard length being rubbed between their bodies as he tried to finally get in fully with slow but insistent pelvic thrusts. Realizing he was now almost choking the kid with his hand, made Walker reposefully retrieve from his current position. This called for some rearrangement. The table would be too low for what Walker had in mind, he knew that much, so he started to quickly look around and just as quickly found exactly what he was looking for.