Rekker let out a loud gasp as his thighs were raked, hands tightening in Bjorn's hair so he could thrust into his willing mouth. Those nails alone almost got him off.

"Scratch me you bitch." It sounded more like begging than he intended but he wanted the Swede to learn to scratch him, to always be burying those nails into his skin. Rekker was needy and that bump of his cock against the back of the blonde's throat was too much. Gripping his hair, tense and demanding he kept his cock shoved in the Swede's mouth as he pumped it full of cum.

"Fuck! You're a hot mouthed bitch." The words coming as pants as Rekker's hands slowly let go of all that teased blonde hair.