Rekker growled, low and lusty through nearly clenched teeth. "I want your tight ass, fuck!"

Those nails had the ginger gasping raggedly and pulling on the Swede's hair harder. The Swede was so good that Rekker had to struggle to stay relatively quiet, even so he was groaning loudly. His fingers twisted tighter into that blonde hair as he started to thrust into Bjorn's mouth. He couldn't hold back and tugged on all that platinum hair to shove the singer's mouth all the way down on his cock as he came.

It left the guitarist gasping, hands still clinging to Bjorn's hair before he could let go. The moan of satisfaction had to come out as he stroked the blonde's hair.

"Fuck you're so good."