See my eyes of blocked emotion
See my tremble, see my fall
Traumatic, stinkin' fast
Your faith in me can last
Besides, i'm numb to lay you,
Rubbin' all
The blonde's mouth is dark and deep, and he swirls his tongue to the rhythm of the music.
Brian leans back and relaxes into the insistent pull, groaning and humming at the same time.
There are few things like the oblivion of a good blowjob.
The strobe lights flicker around him and he lets the club enclose him in an oddly comfortable claustrophobia.
Sometimes he thinks about strangers, with mysterious hands and hooded eyes and bodies that feel nothing and exactly the same.
Sometimes it's all about the trick; his lips, or his pecks, or his thighs. Those are the times when he watches so closely, and comes hard when the other man looks up in surprise.
Sometimes it's not about the men at all, and he thinks about the sea, or the sky, or the warmth at the inside of his wrist.
There are times when he thinks about Justin, and the soft "oh" his mouth would make just after or just before he would come.
And sometimes, sometimes, he thinks about Mikey; the sweetness of his kiss, and the ache in his eyes.
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lyrics at the beginning from sweet head by david bowie