Gods the touch of lips and hands had the Brit moaning with pleasure, leaning heavily on the window. He craved touch, craved it more than sex, though he would gladly indulge that with a willing lover.

"I.." The words cut off to a gasp when Erik took hold of his cock and started stroking it. He's getting overly sensitive from all the fucking. Robert grabbed on to the back of Erik's robe, tugging down on it. He can't get the words out through the pants of pleasure but after all the fucking he can only think about taking the guitarist's mouth too.