"We can sleep here, babe. I'm sure Robert won't mind."

Joe giggled and then held Aarne close to him, nuzzling into the Fin's neck and sighing with contentment. The fuck had been crazy and hot just the way the Brit liked it. Just hearing the Fin scream was satisfying enough but here in the limo it was even better. Stroking Aarne's hair, Joe smiled.

"Goodnight, Peachy."

The bassist kissed Aarne's on the lips before finding a decent position to sleep.