Joe is pretty sure -- mostly sure -- almost one hundred percent sure that when he came in here, his pants were not around his ankles.
He's also pretty sure that Ryan Ross wasn't sucking his dick down his throat.
But then again, Joe can get around with unzipped pants. Getting around with an attached Ryan Ross is a different story entirely.
"So you're doing this," And yeah, he's trying to make conversation, because, uh. Ryan Ross happens to be quite skilled in the sucking-dude's-cocks-down-his-throat department, which, you know, is great information to have [and a tiny voice inside his head whispers something like, Pete was right], but it doesn't. It doesn't really --
Joe is having a hard time thinking, because Ryan Ross as cocksucker is one thing, but Joe didn't even think about his long, long, long guitarists fingers, and how one of them is just, just, just barely teasing at his ass.
Joe is fairly certain that he's actually coming his brains out. Or he would be fairly certain if he could think. As it is, Ryan is sucking with just the right amount of pressure, and pushing his fingers, up to two now, Joe thinks.
Would think if he could.
Joe comes, and Ryan swallows -- he fucking swallows, and Joe is really glad he's leaning against a wall and thus slide down it, because uh. He can barely stand.
"Wanna return the favor?" Ryan asks, and his lips are like, glistening -- glistening from Joe's come, and just.
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Joe is pretty sure -- mostly sure -- almost one hundred percent sure that when he came in here, his pants were not around his ankles.
He's also pretty sure that Ryan Ross wasn't sucking his dick down his throat.
But then again, Joe can get around with unzipped pants. Getting around with an attached Ryan Ross is a different story entirely.
"So you're doing this," And yeah, he's trying to make conversation, because, uh. Ryan Ross happens to be quite skilled in the sucking-dude's-cocks-down-his-throat department, which, you know, is great information to have [and a tiny voice inside his head whispers something like, Pete was right], but it doesn't. It doesn't really --
Joe is having a hard time thinking, because Ryan Ross as cocksucker is one thing, but Joe didn't even think about his long, long, long guitarists fingers, and how one of them is just, just, just barely teasing at his ass.
Joe is fairly certain that he's actually coming his brains out. Or he would be fairly certain if he could think. As it is, Ryan is sucking with just the right amount of pressure, and pushing his fingers, up to two now, Joe thinks.
Would think if he could.
Joe comes, and Ryan swallows -- he fucking swallows, and Joe is really glad he's leaning against a wall and thus slide down it, because uh. He can barely stand.
"Wanna return the favor?" Ryan asks, and his lips are like, glistening -- glistening from Joe's come, and just.
Yes. Yes he does.