"Shut up," Manson snapped at Jim in a breathless voice, "When you talk you fucking ruin the moment."
"I-" the guitarist started to say before being rudely interrupted.
"What the fuck did I just say?" the shock rocker snarled. Jim glared at him but didn't speak, "Good… now keep going."
The guitarist pulled out of Manson roughly only to shove back in, fully intending to hurt him, but only succeeding in making the shock rocker moan. Jim did it again and the other man made a grab for his own cock. The guitarist clamped down on Manson's wrist, stopping his movements and making the other man growl in frustration.
"Jim…" the shock rocker whined, "Let go of me."
"You're being a brat," Jim dead-panned, "No."
"Fine." Manson hissed, shoving himself back on the guitarist's cock. Jim groaned and began thrusting down into the other man again.
"Goddamnit, Manson," the guitarist snarled, "You're so fucking tight."
"Compliments are getting you nowhere, Jim." Manson snapped.
"Shut up. When you talk you fucking ruin the moment." Jim growled.
"You shut up, Four." the shock rocker grumbled right back. Jim leaned down to press a rough kiss to Manson's painted lips, effectively shutting his mouth. When the guitarist pulled away the other man took one look at him and started laughing.
"What's so fuckin' funny, asshole?" Jim demanded, feeling extremely self-conscious as his rough thrusts came to a halt. Manson immediately stopped laughing and gave the guitarist a pointed look.
"Jim, it's fine, stop thinking about all the ways I hate you," the shock rocker said, "My fuckin' lipstick just smeared on your face and you look like an idiot."
"Oh," Jim blinked, feeling slightly embarrassed about his outburst, "Sorry."
"Just get on with it." Manson joked. The guitarist started up a brutal pace, punishing Manson by basically folding him in half as he fucked him. The shock rocker slowly brought a shaking hand to his rock-hard cock, waiting for the other man to stop him, and began jerking off in time with the rough thrusts given to him. Jim gave a particularly deep pound into Manson and hit the other man's prostate dead-on.
"Fuck!" the shock rocker howled. Jim himself was lost in the pleasure of fucking the other man deep and hard, chasing his orgasm.
"Manson!" the guitarist cried out as he came deep inside the other man. The shock rocker clenched down hard around him as he orgasmed all over his chest and hand. Jim pulled his softening cock out of Manson and flopped down on the ruined bed with the shock rocker. Manson curled into Jim's side and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth.
"You know how I said compliments wouldn't get you anywhere?" the shock rocker whispered.
"Yeah…" Jim said quietly, obviously confused.
"Look where they got you," Manson said, "Laying in Marilyn Manson's bed looking fuckin' sexy as hell."
"How are you still fucking horny?" the guitarist asked.
"I'm the God of Fuck, darling." the shock rocker grinned.
"Besides you telling yourself that in that one song who the fuck calls you that?" Jim joked.
"Compliments, compliments." Manson grumbled.