Proving once again that emoness and twinkiness go together like gin and tonic these two lovebirds go at it on a leather couch with all the punk rock intensity of a My Chemical Romance track (and the soundtrack to boot!).
Actually that's a track by some band called Paramore-not that it matters. Crappy mall punk is crappy mall punk, and these boys have their aesthetic down pat. Now, normally skinny gay boi couples with complementary dye jobs have the ability to work our nerves like no other, but these two are pretty hot. Besides, all the shitty music in the world couldn't counteract the hotness of two guys who know how to fuck.