Lips crashing together in an act of despiration and heated pleasure, Sonny took this moment to remove his hands from Joel's shoulders and put them to better use. Like unzipping his partner's jeans.
There was a surprised sound from Joel, but other than that, no interruptions. Smirking into the kiss, Sonny took Joel in his hand an began jerking him off at a slow and even pace.

"Ahh. Son-..ny." Joel didn't know how much of this he could take. "Fuck."

He decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally. Fumbling with Sonny's zipper, for what seemed like forever, he finally took hold of both him and Sonny and started getting the job done right. Faster.
"You never could get that right." Joel forced out between pants. Sonny was too lost in the experience to say a word. He buried his face in the side of Joel's neck; one hand hanging onto the back of the chair while the other was practically clawing Joel's back.

"Channeling Meowingtons, much? Calm down, goblin." he snickered, quickening the pace.

"Stop t-talking about your-ahh- your fucking cat! God, you are retarded." Sonny's hips bucked at the sudden wave of pleasure as his orgasm hit him like a brick wall; Joel's followed soon after.
They sat there for a while, a damp, panting mass of limbs, as they tried to compose themselves. Sonny, too exhausted to pick himself up, just sat there nuzzled into his buddy; listening to his slowing heartbeat.

"Remind me to sleep over more often..." Sonny said, giggling while Joel played with a few stray pieces of Sonny's hair.
"Oh, I will." he smiled. "Also, bitch, I can talk about my fuckin' cat all I want."

"Stupif"

"At least I'm funny..."

And they just sat there in silence for a while until they got bored and decided to go for a smoke on the patio.
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