The touch got the Brit groaning, almost grumbling with pleasure, before yawning and stretching a little more.

"I need to brush it." Robert laughs while pushing some of his curls out of his eyes. This felt good even through the worry of what was happening. He pushed it aside to enjoy his company. Purring out a moan, Robert turned and pulled Erik into a slow, lusty kiss. He could go again easily enough if the guitarist wanted it, though maybe not on the couch since it wasn't the most comfortable.

"Why don't you get up?"