this thing - this literal fucking thing
okokok it has been a while
Then the gifs - here we go - this whole *gestures helplessly at youtube. At them* is NSFW and so I guess is this post.
We don't need a jimbert sex tape because we have In My Time Of Dying Earls Court Sunday 25th May 1975 yknow where they consummate their sex magick holy rock and roll superstar marriage before fucking off on honeymoon to the land where queer western men go to live the dreams they always had. Consummate it for 12 minutes 23 seconds. Oh my Jeezus Jeem Jim Jimmeh. Fuck.
The whole thing. That sweaty slither slide guitar. Jimmy getting hard and Robert getting open. They love being watched but as they get deeper and deeper into it it becomes more and more about them. Jimmy summoning the directions to their rite. Robert strutting and moaning. Jimmy working it up and down the frets deep and high deep and high working each other into an ecstasy. Robert starts to bliss out and Jimmy keeps it steady for him. The tease. The slide. The hot wet almost fuck of it. Robert's taking it to church so they can fuck on the altar. He's calling his name. Take me take me. Blow me. Blow me. Make me beg. Make me pray. Jimmy is making them scream. Stomach muscles tensing. Witch hips. Dragging them to hell and sanctifying them. Let me in. Let me in. Robert is pleading, pleading. Fucked or fucking Jimmy is always the top on stage. Robert is ridden by the spirit. By the music. By the lord. By his own courage. It's all in him. In us. The small death? broken wings of his own desire. Falling. Jimmy catches him. We are there. Jimmy's nearly there. Those faces people say are his sex face? No shit Sherlock. He's nearly there he's nearly there then they are over the edge and it is getting sensitive. It's too fucking much. Too much. But still they go on. That slightest touch on the strings. 46 years and a few weeks later it is still Jimmy's fingers on metal we can hear. His touch on Robert from 10 feet away. Robert's bliss. His soft soft come down. His smirk. His grin. His eyes always for his Pagey. His dying dying dying. Bed.
@just-cur10us @ditricha-17 I blame, and thank, you.