[That hour passes way too quickly when he has his hair to fuss with. Thing is, he's mostly either seen guys on the street with hair that still looks mostly pretty normal to him, or guys with hair he hates - Eddie and the like, too long or too curly or both, and it's not like he can suddenly make his hair longer and curlier anyway even if he wanted to.
So after trying a few styles, he decides it's just not fucking worth it and slicks it back like normal, and enjoys himself some TV and another smoke until she's there at the door in dazzling glittery blue. It's just about enough to get him hard then and there - shame she spent so long on that makeup, since that's all that's stopping him from shoving her against the wall.]
Oh, goddamn. 'Bout takes my breath away. I mean that. I dunno how I'm gonna make it dancin' with you all night.
[He'll never get his hands off her. Even now, his palms go to her hips and guide her in close. Fuck.]
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So after trying a few styles, he decides it's just not fucking worth it and slicks it back like normal, and enjoys himself some TV and another smoke until she's there at the door in dazzling glittery blue. It's just about enough to get him hard then and there - shame she spent so long on that makeup, since that's all that's stopping him from shoving her against the wall.]
Oh, goddamn. 'Bout takes my breath away. I mean that. I dunno how I'm gonna make it dancin' with you all night.
[He'll never get his hands off her. Even now, his palms go to her hips and guide her in close. Fuck.]