"Billy.. I.. " Rik isn't sober enough nor has he enough breath to get words out so he's yanking at his Brit. Pulling him in for a kiss and closeness, Rik might be scratching the hell out of him in the process. There's almost pain but he's so close that he doesn't notice or care. Breaths are coming fast and panted through clenched teeth.

The Dane doesn't usually scream with his orgasm but the pounding he's getting, and the fact that his heart is thumping so fast is as much falling in love as exertion, pulls one from the younger guitarist. His whole insides feel like they're quaking as he rides out the orgasm while burying his face into Billy's shoulder. His lips gently pressing between ragged breaths.