Once he finds the button that needs to be pushed to drive Francis crazy, Bullseye takes his sweet little time. Enjoying the scrape of nails against his skin, and how tight he gets around his cock to file away for wet dream material later. Waiting until he gets what he needs to keep going.

Hearing the archer begging for it is all it takes for him to continue with renewed vigor in chasing his own release while he hits that same spot over and over to take Francis over the edge with him. His head lowers close enough that he can rest his face against his, nose pressed right up against his jaw as he pounds into him. Bullseye's panting is close enough to the younger man's ear that its easily heard over the sound of sweat-dampened skin slapping together.

His thrusts only get harder when he's close. He swears against skin, pushes in deep, and stays there when his release hits. Two or three more slow but deep pushes of his hips milk him dry as he empties himself inside Francis. Bullseye's hand continues to stroke the archer, even more deliberately now because he has one less thing requiring his attention.

"You feel so good. How long would you let me stay inside you?" He asks quietly. It's not clear whether it's to help Francis get off of if he truly wants to know.