Never a Moment of Peace
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rage_rekkerFor SMUT prompt 17) “When I get home, I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.”
Rekker was glad to be back in the studio with his band. Today was practice for the tour so that they could all get back to that sync that was needed on stage. It came back quickly and after a few hours they were all sitting around waiting for a food delivery for lunch.
Joking around the Brit felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out to see a picture of Bjorn or rather his kissy lips way close up and another selfie of him in the hot tub. Of course, that was where the Swede was camped out in his hot tub while Rekker was in the studio. After a couple more, flirty but not quite dirty pictures, Rekker needed them to stop, or he’d never be able to focus on work.
I’m trying to work. Rekker eventually texted when the food arrived. He needed to focus on something other than who was waiting for him at home.
That’s so boring.
Rekker rolled his eyes at the text before setting the phone aside to eat.
“Doesn’t he let you be?” Devon asked with a broad smile that Rekker knew was leading to teasing. “Does he send you dirty pictures like the girls used to?”
Rekker gave Devon a shove that almost sent him off the chair onto the floor. The two women of the band were in the sound booth on the couch. It never bothered any of them. Even when they were two couples this sometimes happened, and they went their separate ways during down time. Rekker heard another ping and this one was lewd. Bjorn apparently sprawled out in his bed in those pink animal print pants that Rekker could barely look at.
It must have been in Rekker’s expression because Devon yanked his phone out of his hands to look at the screen. The drummer laughing even more, almost choking while trying to swallow food. “He’s just like… what was that groupie that used to send you all those pictures in the mail?”
Rekker snatched his phone back and got sly. “Oh, you mean that one sending me pictures that you found then pretended to be me to get laid?”
Now they were both laughing but Rekker was staring at his phone. He had to put it away because the texts were starting to turn lewd. Devon keeps teasing as the phone continued to vibrate.
“Aren’t you going to text him back?” Devon teased. The guitarist snorting out a huffed breath before his drummer kept on him. “Those must be some dirty texts for you to look like that.”
Devon motioned at him laughing while he stood up to head back in to finish practice. Rekker glanced down at his crotch and sighed before struggling to rearrange his jeans. He didn’t even need to pick up the phone to read the texts. Imagining what the Swede would write was enough. Standing he stared at the phone before opening the messages. He didn’t read them but replied.
I’ll be there in an hour. he sent that one and then a series of others.
You better be naked and in my bed.
On all fours like my private whore
I’m going to fuck you senseless for this shit, bitch.
Rekker shoved the phone in his back pocket and walked in the other room. It buzzed so many more times while he was practicing and tried not to think about it. The drive home was going to be swift, probably a speeding ticket waiting to happen. Who cared at this point?
Rekker was glad to be back in the studio with his band. Today was practice for the tour so that they could all get back to that sync that was needed on stage. It came back quickly and after a few hours they were all sitting around waiting for a food delivery for lunch.
Joking around the Brit felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out to see a picture of Bjorn or rather his kissy lips way close up and another selfie of him in the hot tub. Of course, that was where the Swede was camped out in his hot tub while Rekker was in the studio. After a couple more, flirty but not quite dirty pictures, Rekker needed them to stop, or he’d never be able to focus on work.
I’m trying to work. Rekker eventually texted when the food arrived. He needed to focus on something other than who was waiting for him at home.
That’s so boring.
Rekker rolled his eyes at the text before setting the phone aside to eat.
“Doesn’t he let you be?” Devon asked with a broad smile that Rekker knew was leading to teasing. “Does he send you dirty pictures like the girls used to?”
Rekker gave Devon a shove that almost sent him off the chair onto the floor. The two women of the band were in the sound booth on the couch. It never bothered any of them. Even when they were two couples this sometimes happened, and they went their separate ways during down time. Rekker heard another ping and this one was lewd. Bjorn apparently sprawled out in his bed in those pink animal print pants that Rekker could barely look at.
It must have been in Rekker’s expression because Devon yanked his phone out of his hands to look at the screen. The drummer laughing even more, almost choking while trying to swallow food. “He’s just like… what was that groupie that used to send you all those pictures in the mail?”
Rekker snatched his phone back and got sly. “Oh, you mean that one sending me pictures that you found then pretended to be me to get laid?”
Now they were both laughing but Rekker was staring at his phone. He had to put it away because the texts were starting to turn lewd. Devon keeps teasing as the phone continued to vibrate.
“Aren’t you going to text him back?” Devon teased. The guitarist snorting out a huffed breath before his drummer kept on him. “Those must be some dirty texts for you to look like that.”
Devon motioned at him laughing while he stood up to head back in to finish practice. Rekker glanced down at his crotch and sighed before struggling to rearrange his jeans. He didn’t even need to pick up the phone to read the texts. Imagining what the Swede would write was enough. Standing he stared at the phone before opening the messages. He didn’t read them but replied.
I’ll be there in an hour. he sent that one and then a series of others.
You better be naked and in my bed.
On all fours like my private whore
I’m going to fuck you senseless for this shit, bitch.
Rekker shoved the phone in his back pocket and walked in the other room. It buzzed so many more times while he was practicing and tried not to think about it. The drive home was going to be swift, probably a speeding ticket waiting to happen. Who cared at this point?
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Date: 2022-03-06 08:41 pm (UTC)"Fuck yeah! Hope you like this one, you grouchy ginger bastard."
The Swede loved teasing his ginger and knew that it would rile up the Brit something fierce. Would he get fucked roughly and bitten? He hoped so. Walking back towards the bed Bjorn laid down on it and chugged on a bottle of whiskey he'd gotten from back at the hotel.
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Date: 2022-03-06 08:57 pm (UTC)He pulled in under the porch and left everything in the car except his keys. He wasn't going to answer his phone anyway. He's far too aroused to deal with anyone other than Bjorn for quite some time. How many texts had the Swede sent.. dozens. The Brit is first going around the side of the porch to the hot tub but he can hear the giggling inside.
Pulling off his shoes on the deck he walks bare foot and quieter into the house. He's itching to get ahold of the Swede.
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Date: 2022-03-06 09:03 pm (UTC)"Babe?"
Listening out, Bjorn walked across the floor and wondered where the Brit had gotten to. He peeked outside where the hot tub was but couldn't see him. Hm. Perhaps he was still getting out of the car.
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Date: 2022-03-06 09:11 pm (UTC)Without warning he grabbed the singer around the waist from behind and shoved his back to the wall beside the door. He's not waiting and pins the singer with his body weight. "I thought I told you to take this fucking shit off."
His voice is low from arousal, green eyes wide and hungry. If the neighbors complained about the noise before, they really were going to this afternoon.
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Date: 2022-03-06 09:15 pm (UTC)Bjorn hadn't expected the ginger to sneak up on him from inside the house as the Swede gasped and squeaked out in surprise when he was shoved up against the wall. His heart was hammering in his chest with shock as he could see just how aroused and pent up the ginger was. Fuck, it was hot!
"Oops? I didn't get the text."
Sticking his tongue out, Bjorn then kissed Rekker's cheek and bit his earlobe playfully. The neighbours could fuck off if they didn't like what they heard because Bjorn had no time for them.
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Date: 2022-03-06 09:23 pm (UTC)"Are you going to take them off or am I ruining them?" Rekker shoved his hips into Bjorn's thigh while grinding his near full erection against him. Sure, he was still in his jeans but they were tight and thin enough that it felt good.
Taking a handful of hair he forced Bjorn to turn his head and bit again just below the ear. "Unless, I shove you down on your knees first."
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Date: 2022-03-06 09:28 pm (UTC)Bjorn gasped when he felt Rekker's near full erection against his own tight pants. It felt so good just to have the ginger wanting him like this. Crying out in a small whimper at how rough Rekker was being to him Bjorn giggled drunkenly. Oh, but it was just too good!
"Make me you cockhead!"
The Swede biting Rekker on his own neck just shy of his earlobe. The ginger was fucking horny and now Bjorn was getting turned on by the roughness. Did he want his clothes ripped this time? Because he knew Rekker would.
"You rip these you fucking pay for more. Sugar daddy!"
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Date: 2022-03-06 09:39 pm (UTC)"Fine." Rekker growled. "I'm not paying for shit. This is your fault."
Rekker wound his fingers even more tightly and pulled down roughly on all that blond hair with one hand, the other hand was busy undoing his own belt. "ON your knees."
In the bedroom they got rough and insulting but he loved the Swede. He was going to have those lips and the rest of the hot Swede before long.
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Date: 2022-03-07 08:43 pm (UTC)Bjorn licked his lips and then let out a squeak when he felt Rekker grab his hair and pull him down roughly. Fuck! He loved it when the Brit got rough. The Swede giggling and then moaning softly at the demanding tone in the ginger's voice. The role play was so erotic Bjorn just obeyed and began helping the Brit with his belt buckle as he slid down to his knees.
"Only for you, babe. No one else can command me like you can. Have I been a bad bitch?"
Was Bjorn a trashy whore? Yes he was. Rekker's own private slut.
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Date: 2022-03-07 09:00 pm (UTC)The feeling of his pants sliding down hitched and then sped up the Brit's breath. Bjorn looked so hot down there, staring up from against the wall.
"If they tried, I'd slit their fucking throats." That isn't an empty threat either. Rekker was getting incredibly possessive in day to day life, let alone while they roleplay. "You're mine even if you've been a dirty little slut all day."
This part of their relationship was oddly healthy for Rekker because it gave him a positive outlet for the anger and aggression that normally had no release. Their rough sex improved his mental health and pleased both of them.
"You better start sucking, whore, or I'm going to shove your mouth open and fuck it myself." The Brit is wound up from all the dirty pictures and texts. Today might be a little rougher than usual but even at his most lust filled madness he'd never actually hurt Bjorn.. well aside from a few bruises and bite marks sometimes.
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Date: 2022-03-07 09:07 pm (UTC)Bjorn stuck his tongue out and knew Rekker meant every word he said about being possessive over his trashy Swedish singer. Not that the blond would want to suck anyone else's cock because Rekker was his man. His fiance and the only man he ever wanted in his life now that they were engaged. Everyone else could fuck off, especially groupies.
"I'm a dirty slut for you, sweetie."
The Swede didn't need to be asked twice as he delved a hand into Rekker's pants, pushing them down his legs and pulling out his lover's hard cock. He offered a few kitten licks to the engorged head before deep-throating the aroused Brit, groaning down the hot length.
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Date: 2022-03-07 09:37 pm (UTC)He knew that happened often enough because Bjorn loved to suck cock. Which was fine with Rekker who loved to receive from those pouty lips.
"You're suck a cock slut." A playful grin broke through all the aggression. "Fucking beautiful, pink lipped whore."
Those licks had Rekker's free hand against the wall as he groaned from finally getting the attention he'd been wanting all day. He craved Bjorn. As the Swede started to deep throat Rekker started to fuck his mouth, slowly, while pulling on the hand full of blonde hair. The gasps from the Brit coming in time with the slide of Bjorn's perfect mouth down his length. He wasn't going to last long, not after being ravenously horny for hours.
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Date: 2022-03-07 09:43 pm (UTC)Bjorn loved the playfulness as he sucked Rekker off, enjoying how he made the ginger undone with every lick and suck of his mouth and tongue. It was erotic and so satisfying to have the aggressive man buckle under his touch. The Swede's hands sliding up the ginger's thighs, raking his nails down the soft flesh.
"So fucking big. Mmm---I love it."
The singer making a lewd show, sucking loudly and moaning lewdly, feeling his own hardness push against the thin fabric of his leopard print pants. Rekker's gasps really were a turn-on as his fingers played with the Brit's balls.
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Date: 2022-03-07 09:57 pm (UTC)Rekker did come apart under Bjorn's touch. The singer could get ahold of him and drive him absolutely crazy. Those raking nails caused his cock to throb hard and he almost buckled against the wall, leaning heavily on it while his hand started stroking the back of his lover's head.
"Good you have a big fucking mouth to swallow it." He couldn't stop himself as he started fucking Bjorn's mouth more roughly. The Swede was so good in bed, anywhere really. The nails though got a hard jerk from the guitarist before he almost cries out against the wall and pumped his lover's mouth full.
"Fuck Bjorn." He just leans his forehead on the wall, still stroking the Swede's hair.