Robert can't hold in all the sounds of pleasures; gasps and loud moans. Most of the time his hands stroked through the Swedes hair but when he hit the right spots or pressure he couldn't help but pull a little.

He laughed through the gasps. "You're the naughty boy, young with my cock in your mouth."

As the guitarist starts licking the underside, Robert pulled hard on Erik's hair and pushing his cock up toward Erik's mouth. He could easily get into the rhythm of fucking Erik's mouth. He wanted to shove his cock all the way into his mouth.