“I’m hungry, Ringo.” Paul complained as he brushed his fingers through his hair.

“Hi hungry, I-”

“Finish that sentence and no man alive will find out how you died.”

“Geeze…” Ringo pouted. Paul was moody when hungry, huh?

“Anyway, I’m not your chef. I’m just your hotel mate. So go get your own meal.” Ringo already ate. It was cold outside and he was already in his pajamas- going out now would just make him bitter.

“No.” Paul said rather shortly, arms crossed against his chest.

Ringo sighed. Could he trade places with George?

Actually, no. He couldn’t handle John.

“Paul, I’m not going outside in -7 C.” Ringo’s voice was firm. Not putting up with any of Macca’s complaining.

“….”

…

It’s been ten minutes since Ringo last spoke. Since anyone had spoken, anyway.

Did Paul go out?

“Paul? Paul are you-”

Paul stood in the doorway to the bedroom area, completely nude.

“Ugh, bring a towel, lad. Your length’s a jungle.” The drummer groaned in mild disgust.

“No.”

“Paul.”

“I said no.”

“Dammit, Paul, just because we’re bandmates doesn’t mean you get to parade around the place naked! Have modesty!” Ringo was getting extremely upset with his roommate.

“You mad?”

“I should bloody be.”

“C’mere.”

“Why?”

“C’mere.” Firm.

A sigh.

Ringo walked over to Paul, exasperation fully plastered over his face.

“What.”

Instead of saying anything, Paul grabbed Ringo by the shoulders, pulling him back onto the bed.

Ringo yelped, quickly rolling away from Paul’s body slam.

“What are you DOING?!” Ringo hissed out, grabbing a pillow to protect him.

“I’m hungry.” Paul responded.

“You gone mental, Macca?!”

“I’m going to eat you.” 

“Sir Paul McCartney, listen to yourself!”

Paul was not listening to Ringo. He could care less about what fell out of his mouth.

Ringo, however, continued to ramble on, genuinely acting as if Paul was a cannibal.

“- and what of the others?! If I told them you w- Paul.”

Ringo’s eyes hit dead on with the other’s hands.

Hands that had reached into his pants.

“Paul. No.”

“You are full of ‘nos’ tonight, Starr. Knock it off.” Paul forced Ringo’s pants and undergarment down, exposing the long length that almost needed to be free.

“Why are you-?”

“That doesn’t concern you!!” Ringo quickly interjected, face nearly as red as his bloodstream.

“You did prepare dinner for me~!” Paul laughed, holding the thick part gently in his hands.

“I did not. Look, if this is what you want, then just do it. I have to study the sheet tomorrow.”

Paul obliged, leaning down to lick at the tip of the length.

The tip of his tongue tickled the underside, giving Ringo a soft moan that he didn’t bother hiding.

A tiny chuckle escaped his throat as he watched the length twitch and jerk upwards whenever his tongue pressed against the tip.

“Jesus Christ, I’m getting a fellatio by a man…” Ringo groaned out, ashamed by his broken pride.

“It ain’t wrong in secret, Starr.” Paul mumbled, closing his lips against the tip and covering it with saliva.

Ringo’s hips jerked up, thighs rubbing against Paul’s ears. He enjoyed that tingly warmth.

“Mmm, mm m.” He wiggled his finger towards himself, wanting Ringo to look at him.

Ringo did so, face a mix of regret and arousal.

“mmhmm~!” Paul pulled away from the length, watching as his saliva parted like a sticky web from his lips. It was nearly unbearable to see the glomps of saliva dribbling down the length entirely.

“Amazing work, I must say.” Paul smiled.

“Come here Macca.” Ringo stated.

“What now?” Paul rolled his eyes, but moved over to Ringo closer.

Ringo grabbed Paul and forced him to sit on his lap, the slimy length rubbing against the man’s tight anus.

“R-ringo, I didn’t want th-”

“You’re hungry, and so am I.”

Ringo pushed himself into Paul without warning, without caution, and only saliva to keep it slick.

Paul screamed, gripping at the sheets.

“R-rINGO! GOOD LORD, MATE!!” He gasped, trying to gain his composure.

Ringo said nothing, hands moving to toy with Paul’s nipples as he waited for his ‘sexmate’ to recover.

“ah. Oh god..” Paul moaned, pressing himself down against Ringo.

“I’m ready, Starr.”

At once, Paul felt his insides get pounded, Ringo giving no gentle rides as he pounded.

“Ah, yes! Yes yes yes, right there, Starr!” Paul moaned out, feeling the hairs on his body stand up at the tingly sensation.

“Macca…M-Macca..” Ringo moaned under his breath as he continued to hit the sweet spot. Hearing Paul moan was exceptional.

“Ahh. Ahhh..” Paul’s hands got busy to jerk himself off, legs almost flailing and hands shaking at the pressure going in and out of his backside.

“Starr, I can’t-”

“I know Paul, I’m almost done.”

Paul gasped as he watched himself spew a tiny puddle of his semen onto the bedsheets. He felt so stimulated.

But his moment of calm was short, as he felt gooey warmth explode within his anus.

“Oh Paul, oh Paul!!” Ringo shouted, thrusting as deep as possible into his mate.

…….

Paul was curled up next to Ringo, asleep.

The clean up wasn’t bad, and although the after-effects still lingered, they both were satisfied.

“Paul, this is only your dinner when we’re together alone.”

“Mmm.”

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