Aarne moaned at the hands in his hair and cock shoving into his mouth. The Brit was so sexy that the Fin barely had control of himself, and the booze amplified the wildness. Every ounce of his attention was on the Brit standing over him. The sucking didn't let up for a few minutes before Aarne slips his mouth off. He wanted to keep sucking but the desire to tease Joe won out.

It was time to tease him farther. Aarne stood, sliding his body against Joe's hard cock the entire way up. "Not yet, sweetie."

The drummer gently touched Joe's jawline, neck, and shoulder while he kissed the other side of his neck. All the hair felt good against his skin. Dragging out the pleasure was his goal, and to hear the Brit scream as they fucked. Aarne's hips bucking up against the Bassist with his hands sliding down to pull him in by the hips. He kissed his earlobe and whispered.

"Do you still want my sweet ass, kuuma?" Then he giggles while reaching for another bottle since they are still right next to the pour rack.