"You'll breathe when you damn well--fuck, hang on." Fuck it, the pants weren't going anywhere with the left hand alone. He had to take his hand off Ty's neck to yank both pants and boxers off, choosing to use his left hand for bitch-choking this time. "God dammit, he's gonna laugh at this part. . . DAMIEN, IF YOU'RE LAUGHING, STOP IT." Yes, Kyle, that's going to help. Still, his free hand was quickly pulling off his own little black booty shorts, and. . . it seems Kyle's allergy to underwear was springing up again, as well as what they would have normally been containing. "Where was I? . . . Oh, yeah. You'll breathe when you damn well earn it, bitch!"
. . . Honestly, any sex between Kyle and Ty was almost guaranteed to lose seriousness by its very nature.