Robert threw his head back to rub his head into the guitarist's fingers groaning loudly from the touch. The dirtier Erik sounded the harder Robert grabbed on and thrust. He couldn't stop, so close and holding out for his lover.

That pull on his hair had Robert crying in ecstasy, arching back and ramming that sweet spot. He needed Erik to get off as he starts to tremble from exertion and pleasure.

"Are you going to get louder for me?" Robert asks before crushing their lips back together, pulling his own hair in the process because he forgot Erik's grip on his curls. That got another moan, low and lewd.