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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Which also, was fine, since if asked to define it, Skwisgaar would have been at a loss and probably would have used 'is dildos'.

The hairpulling, however, got a growl. Nobody was allowed to do that, except for Nathan that one time, but he didn't talk about that. He dragged one hand up Pickles' spine, not really scratching, but something close, dragging himself away a moment later to peel out of his shirt as well, much better.

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Pickles smiled into the kiss and growled low, deep in the back of his throat as he arched into the nails, before slipping away, the wirey little man that he was, he could slip away from anything.
Actually, at that point, his body was most easily described as "Skwisgaar without the extra height", bony and lean, but toned, at least in the arms and legs.

He dropped himself down into a chair, just looking up at Skwisgaar for a moment. Well hey, it'd be like rubbing two sticks together to build a campfire, but sometimes that was fun!

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Fun and hot! (and here the mun facepalms for the billionth time today)

Skwisgaar just arched a brow, while he wasn't as bendy as Toki -and who was?- the yoga classes had, apparently, done him some good, since he moved a bit more fluidly than he usually did, just slightly more aware of where his limbs were, really.

He draped himself into the redhead's lap a moment later, brow still arched, sitting easily astride Pickles' thighs, grinning just for a moment before catching another handful of the other's hair to drag him into a hungrier kiss than before.

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Pickles slipped his hands easily over the Swede's skin, up his thighs and around to his ass, rocking his hips up only slightly as he leaned foreward and up into the kiss. He was currently ignoring the big neon warning signs in his brain telling him to stop.

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Hey! Skwisgaar was good at ignoring those signs too! Kind of had to be in their line of work.

He was still almost purring as he wound his fingers tighter in the other's hair, nibbling along Pickles' lower lip, just this side of too hard.

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That finally got a less-than-plesant response from Pickles as he winced and whined a bit, his own nails dragging up Skwisgaar's back. "Fuckin' christ, man, you a musician or an effin' cat?" He chided gently with a huff into the blonde's ear.

His hat was in reaching distance, so he did, grabbing out a small packet of lube, and a condom, just in case.

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And it wasn't like Skwisgaar was going to object, after all, who knew where Pickles had been.

... that went no matter what timeframe, really.

"Maybies I's is being both." He answered, arching up into the redhead's fingers, almost snarling at the sting against sunburn.

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Even the mun doesn't know.
Pickles easily opened the condom's packet, slipping it on a moment later, his free hand grasping the other man's erection as he thought it over.

"Either way, yer still a better guitarist than I ever was." Though he was fairly certain that by the time he was finished teaching himself how to play, he'd blow all the other drummers out of the water.

And that, my friends, is a nice thought.

The drummer-to-be handed the small packet to Skwisgaar with what could only be considered the most devilish grin on his face.

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He browarched at the packet, "You's is expecktings me to puts dat on myself?"

As if we needed further proof that Skwisgaar was, in fact, a pretty pretty princess.

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"No, I'm expectin' you to hold it for a minute."

Some drunk irish guy was having trouble with the condom.

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Skwisgaar could have helped, really, but it was far more entertaining to watch Pickles struggle with it, smirk inching into place.

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"Fuckin' finally." Muttered Pickles before snagging the lube once more, opening the packet and squeezing the packet into his hand, slicking his fingers over. He caught Skwisgaar's lips again, forcing another deep, hungry kiss.