"Fuck you Brit bastard." Aarne panted as he groaned from that long lick. It raised goosebumps and shivers from touch of his lover's mouth.

Aarne reached up to stroke Joe's cheek while he nibbled. This was so good. The only way it could be better if he could lay down and cuddle.

"Are you going to share, honey?" Aarne felt his breath slowing but God it felt good for the bassist to be pressed against him.