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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles had either the ability to cool his heels very quickly, or at least the ability to act very very calm as he led Skwisgaar to the room.

Either way, once they both were in the room, the blonde was pretty much pounced, by a hundred-ten pound soon-to-be-drummer, who was more than eager to get on with things.

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[dats_dildoes]

Which worked just fine for Skwisgaar, really, managing to set the guitar down inside the door before he was very nearly slammed back against it, chuffing once at the unexpected pressure against his sunburn, sealing a hungry kiss against the redhead's mouth, fingers tangling through his hair again.

[dingdongdoodily]

Yes, covet that hair, it won't be there for long.
Pickles mumbled his appreciation of the moment as he scrambled out of his shirt and hat, tossing both aside before working at his own belt buckle, somehow able to still simultaneously kiss Skwisgaar just as passionately as ever.
Hw was a talented little irish-american.

[dats_dildoes]

Which was good, really, since Skwisgaar was fairly talented as well, though not quite as good at multitasking, wriggling out of his own pants, fighting with his boots a moment before getting them kicked off as well, free hand kneading against Pickles' hip.

[dingdongdoodily]

Skwisgaar's speed and ability to undress rather amazed Pickles, but then again, he had pegged the guy to not just be a professional guitarist, but playboy as well. Did he care? No, not really.

Once naked, he curled his fingers up into Skwisgaar's hair, tugging him down into another deep kiss. He wasn't being gentle, either.
Mind you, Gentle might have been a word not in his vocabulary.