Aarne could barely breathe among the gasps and groans. Things are getting smashed and he doesn't care, can't care since the pounding he is getting is making the Fin lose his mind.
"You can be rougher, honey." He whispers, head lulling against Joe's shoulder as his body starts feeling weak everywhere. Every touch sending a thumping feeling through his body and he grabbed more tightly on Joe's hair, pulling, yanking at it so he can turn his head to get a kiss. Nails on his chest causing his body to tremble and jerk beneath the scratches. He's out of it from booze and pleasure, so close to getting off. Damn the Brit had it, naturally had what drove him mad.
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"You can be rougher, honey." He whispers, head lulling against Joe's shoulder as his body starts feeling weak everywhere. Every touch sending a thumping feeling through his body and he grabbed more tightly on Joe's hair, pulling, yanking at it so he can turn his head to get a kiss. Nails on his chest causing his body to tremble and jerk beneath the scratches. He's out of it from booze and pleasure, so close to getting off. Damn the Brit had it, naturally had what drove him mad.