thom yorke + ̊⊹☆

thom had just finished a great show in New York, and was standing outside the venue, smoking a cig. Nearby, a young person who looked a bit older than him was doing the same. They spotted him and their eyes widen. Must be a fan. He smiles and made their day by talking to them for a bit. He couldn’t help but notice how attractive they were, it gave him butterflies when he looked at their body. It seemed like a miracle when they asked, blushing, “Have you ever been with an American before?” His eyes widened and he shook his head. Soon, he was walking to the nearest hotel, getting dragged up to a private room. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he finally saw their body bare. Then, his clothes were being ripped off in a flash. He was soon getting pushed down onto the bed, looking up at them as they crawled up to him. Then, they were spreading his shaking legs, smiling at his hard cock. He was standing at full mast, he couldn’t help it, he was soon getting pushed damn turned on. Then, he almost died when they started to kiss up his shaft. God, those lips felt so good. “Unh...oh fuck~” He whimpered in that thick British accent. He loved this, he was practically trembling for their mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as their warm, wet mouth closed around his tip and started sucking softly. He was already overstimulated, but this was just perfect. “Oh god, yes~”