It makes me hard to watch him play his guitar, fingers sliding along the cords, hands cradling it like it is something infinitely precious to him. The way his body moves, sways along with it like it's an extension of himself makes me think about the way he moves when we're fucking. The way his eyes dilate, heat with emotion is erotic. The half smile, half sneer on his lips makes me want to kiss him. The flush of exertion makes my mouth water, wanting to lick him clean. I want to be that guitar, played by Joe Fucking Perry.
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