I know this is at a point in their lives where they're apparently Not Feelin Groovy but they still seem to be having fun and this particular concert means so much to me
its always so important to me every time Art messes with his hands and drums or something because he doesn't have a second outlet like Paul- Paul gets to both sing and play guitar and while Art is first and foremost a Singer sometimes that's not enough to truly Get Out the song in the way you want and it always does smth a lil extra when he pats on his legs or taps his foots and drums smth out
also Sideburns Art Era anyone?
both of them smiling the same at the end of 'groovyyyyy'
might be my favorite way they've ever sung 'dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep'
Art mouthing 'i love you' alongside Paul
Also love their inability to Stick To The Script at the end of any live Feelin Groovy so Art's look over at Paul when he starts going "ba dap da daba da" is so real and funny to me
and them automatically falling into the same pattern without planning it a second later ofc
will never not kill me how Choir Kid Art always has to end that song with the raised hand slowly lowering to quiet them
Art messing up holy cow he fucked Mrs. Robinson up lmao and trying not to act like anything happened but Paul fully rotating to just stare at him while playing and both of them starting to laugh- Art recovers quicker while Paul just breaks (will never understand the argument that Paul gets mad at Art for messing up, he seems to delight in it lol)
And then his lil arm jerk towards Art at the end bc hehe
'photos on piano' arts smileeee
this is intentional I assume but obsessed with the "nnnnnn- old roger" part
The bit at the end has my entire heart- Art says 'je ne peux pas souffler" which means I can't breathe/can't catch my breath but he wanted to say "je ne peux pas siffler" which means I can't whistle and both are innately hilarious to me.
And ofc Paul laughing
anyway. ill never be normal abt them and they'll never be normal about each other. This genuinely might be my favorite concert of theirs even over Central park
könig's obsession with the your size difference. tw: stomach bulge, teasing, size kink duh, blowjobs, thigh riding, dacryphilia.
könig loves the size difference between you two. your short statue how easily he can lift you into his arms and fuck your tight hole nice and raw.
tears brim in your waterline as he fucks into you. your back against the leather couch, fhe faint outline of his fat cock bulging out your dripping cunny! you wriggle your hips, thighs spread wide open and your eyes fucked-out dumb.
a gasp leaves your swollen lips when he presses his palm against your stomach. he can feel you tightening right around his thick dick, a guttural groan emitting from him as he pushes his broad hips against your own, his full cock stuffing your wet pussy.
“my, my, dove... you take it all so well despite your size.” könig chuckles, teasing you and giving you a sense of relief as he spurts his thick seed deep inside your wet hole. you almost believe that he won't move, until he unexpectedly begins slamming and pounding inro you harder, fucking his load deeper inside. “so, so sticky, liebling.”
and blowjobs are a struggle for you. your mouth can't fit his huge size and you can only take near halfway before you're gagging and mumbling around his thick girth. “look at you, engel... struggling, yes?” he giggles, pushing a thumb inside your mouth and stretching you out, forcing himself futher down your throat.
könig adores when you ride his thigh because you look so desperate. your eyes watery as you rub your swollen, dripping cunt back and forth his thigh, grinding your clothed pussy against his jeans covered thigh, the friction making you moan his name.
his large, calloused hand dwarf your hips, you feel so small in his hands. you grind, gasping when he rubs you back and forth along his thigh! a tear drips down your cheek and you begin moaning for more, to ride his fat cock all night long while giggling until you're cockdrunk and raw.
he loves to tease you. “that's funny, katze... we both know you couldn't ride me, even if you tried.” he laughs, leaning back and watching as you straddle him. you take his hard cock out, easing down onto it, your breath hitching and your cunt pulsing when you can't lower yourself anymore.
but you're just so desperate to prove him wrong, that soon enough, you're sobbing and begging him to fuck you because now you're all wet and sticky, desperate for an orgasm since you've already started and attempted to bounce onto his cock.
“dirty thing, whore. you're so wet and so needy, aren't you? don't you feel so silly? so fucking stupid, my dear?”
