Rekker didn't care about Bjorn's mouth being tainted. He didn't have a repulsion like some men did, and that was clear in the way he yanked Bjorn into a full open mouthed kiss.

The hands on his thighs got a deep gasp among the panting as the Brit tried to catch his breath. "You're mine."

And Rekker meant it. The Swede made him feel out of his mind in a way he hadn't felt in years. Aggressive but not angry.

"Why don't you get me hard for your ass." Rekker growled the words before biting his way down the Swede's neck to his shoulder.