"You offered." Rekker teased right back but feeling the Swede slide off his lap got a groan.

He wasn't in the mood to argue or wait. As soon as he was asked the Brit started unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. "You should do that on my skin."

The thought of the Swede raking his nails down his thighs while that mouth was all over him made everything feel so desperate. Rekker shoved his pants down and sat up to half pull, half kick them off. By the time he's free Rekker is near fully hard and panting. He paused to grab Bjorn's hair and pull him into a needy, wanton kiss, then let go so the Swede could put those pouty pink lips to work somewhere else.