He is utterly immovable, letting Monty struggle and strain desperately against his bulk and strength. It's a pleasant, fulfilling experience, watching the pleasure and arousal in their eyes ratchet up higher and higher as it becomes clear that Justin isn't planning to let them go that easily, that he understands what they're looking for.

Just as that realization starts to set in, he leans forward, his broad hands settling on Monty's inner thighs and forcing them open even wider, shifting in synchronicity with his own movements to keep Monty held down and open, his legs spread whorishly wide, and he slides his thumbs in parallel along the crease of Monty's body, skirting closer but not actually touching the already slick, glistening folds of their sex, while Monty's stiff, throbbing cock jerks and jostles with their movements.

"Look at you," he repeats, sounding almost starved. "Every part of you is so desperate to be used and fucked."