Aarne was this way with anyone he wanted and he wanted the bassist. He noticed the hunger in that gaze drifting low on his body.

"I can give it to you too." Aarne whispered with a giggle as he's pulled in by his ass. "I'll go just about any way."

As for the rest of it, the drummer brought his hands up to Joe's shoulder and raked his nails down the bassist's back. Definitely hard enough to leave welted red trails behind but not enough to draw blood, at least not yet. He threw his head back at the bite, taking a ragged breath as his back is once more against the bar.

"Who's bending over this bar first, honey?" Aarne asks with a quiet giggle. He loved all of this and wanted more.