Erik was a little stunned at the whole situation now unravalling inside of the limo. He'd taken the plunge after listening to Aarne back in the toilet. The guitarist noticed Robert shooting a questioning look at him. The Swede's breathing picking up and he couldn't help but lick his lips and slide two arms around the Brit's figure, holding him gently before pulling away. Was that a hug? Erik believed it was.
"Robert..."
His breath was short and his mouth suddenly dry. Erik's big brown eyes now wide open and he found his gaze drifting to that curly hair. It was so beautiful the way it looked and the way the strands felt in between his thumb and forefinger. Did he had a hair fetish? It would seem so.
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Date: 2021-08-09 02:32 pm (UTC)From:"Robert..."
His breath was short and his mouth suddenly dry. Erik's big brown eyes now wide open and he found his gaze drifting to that curly hair. It was so beautiful the way it looked and the way the strands felt in between his thumb and forefinger. Did he had a hair fetish? It would seem so.