After the mental smoke settled from both boys hurting themselves abruptly, they took note of the situation. Domo’s face became a cocktail of confusion, laughter and worry. Guy saw his face and followed suit. But something was swelling up in domo’s eyes. Mischief and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something...More. Before Guy could realize what was changing about domo’s facial expression he pecked him light on the cheek. Both Lips. Like FoxyJoel had possessed both of them they paused for 2 brief moments, then furiously made out. Right on the hotel floor. Guy's leg and foot fished around behind him for the door, kicked it closed with a loud slam.

As his hands explored domo’s domos and face. Domo reacted in his own way. He longingly threw his tongue into Guy’s mouth causing him to stop caressing domo’s face for but a second. Domo had raised his neck to be closer to Guy to execute this maneuver. Now having done it, domo relished the slick folds of guys mouth. Sliding his tongue over and around his, pulling his head back for less than a second and back in. Guy noticed Domo’s body almost raised up completely from the waist up and placed his palms on his shoulders, pushing with almost more might than entirely necessary. Consumed by lust he pulled Domos shirt over his lightly toned, athletic build.