Rekker caught the signing and knew exactly what they were saying but the words in his ear from Bjorn caused him to growl quietly. He couldn't stop it and his body was waking up in ways it just shouldn't with his students here.
He was about to answer when the knock on the table got his attention. The students did that when he got distracted, though it usually wasn't this kind of distraction. He turned his attention from Bjorn to the signing and nodded. Ana grinned and then laughed as she stood up. The younger girls running to the back of the house. They were going to go out and take care of the goats and his horse. They had some time and as soon as they were out of sight he grabbed Bjorn's crotch and bit his neck.
"Get in the bedroom!" Normally Rekker would right here but not with the kids, not in the dining room while they were here. The bedroom though, that was fair game. Rekker knew Ana was well aware of what was going on. He'd taken her and her boyfriend out and they had the same kind of moments certainly.
Bjorn looked up from his food when he heard the knock on the table. Was this how the students got Rekker's attention? It would seem so. The singer giggled and then cried out when the Brit bit his neck and grabbed his crotch once they were alone. Fuck! The Swede then laughed and jumped off Rekker's lap to stick his tongue out while running away towards the bedroom but not quite inside it.
"Make me, bitch!"
The Swede wanted to play games with the grouch while the students were busy outside. At least if they did fuck it would be in private within Rekker's bedroom. Instead of walking into the bedroom as he was told, Bjorn bent over in the doorway and wiggled his ass at the grouchy ginger just to tease him.
He would make him for sure. As soon as Bjorn got to his feet, Rekker was on his and the Swede barely got away. Rekker wasn't going to run after him but that wiggling was enough to make him crazy. He headed right for the Swede and if Bjorn didn't run he was going to get snatched around the waist and dragged off to bed.
However, Bjorn was certainly going to pay for running off. The Brit felt angry inside over the way he ran away.
Bjorn yelled the words, not caring if the neighbours heard or not because fuck them. They were assholes anyway from what Rekker had said about them. The Swede was now squealing and giggling as he now ran around the apartment, pulling off his scarf and throwing it behind him as bait for his ginger. This was fun.
Rekker raised a brow at the Swede and smirked while walking toward his bed. He sat on the edge and called after Bjorn.
"You'll come to me when you can't take it any longer." He was absolutely going to be a bastard about this. Sure, he was horny and wanted Bjorn but he wasn't going to run around after him. "We have about thirty minutes before they're back inside. You're wasting time."
"Grumpy bastard. Fuck, this was suppose to be a fun game!"
Bjorn huffed and knew Rekker wasn't going to chase him anymore so just shrugged and then ran into the bedroom, jumping into Rekker's lap once more wrapping his arms around his lover. The Swede was often a whirlwind of high energy at times and this was one of them.
"What are you going to do to me, babe?"
The blond biting on Rekker's collarbone, giggling.
Rekker laughed at the way Bjorn came storming back. As the Swede jumped into his lap, Rekker laid back on the bed while grabbing Bjorn's ass with both hands. The bites got a gasp from the ginger.
"I thought you were going to do something to me." He grinned up at the blonde already getting hard. The relationship was new and Rekker had been alone for way too long. He's easy to get wound up, not that he's usually difficult to get in the mood anyway.
"I could put you over the dresser." Holding on tight to Bjorn's hips the Brit shoved up under him rhythmically. He wanted to Swede desperately.
"You want me to suck you, ginger bastard? Be nice. Will you ask me?"
Bjorn was in a playful mood and wanted to suck his ginger and then get shoved over the dresser because it sounded to fucking hot. The Swede squeaked a little when Rekker pushed up underneath him, grinning and licking his lips. It would be a quick blow and fuck because of the students around but it would be worth it. Sliding off the Brit's lap, Bjorn then got down on his knees and gripped the ginger's knees, shoving his legs open.
"Get your pants off, babe."
The Swede raking his nails along the denim of Rekker's jeans.
"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.
"Yeah I did and I think your students knew what we were thinking."
Bjorn could tell that they were giggling among each other and the signing must have meant something regarding the two. It was cute. Watching Rekker unbuckling his pants and kicking them off was hot because now Bjorn just wanted to pleasure the man he loved. He could feel his own cock throb underneath Rekker's jeans he was now wearing since pulling them on waking up hungover.
"I know what you want."
The Swede raking his nails down the Brit's exposed thighs, leaving light red marks against the skin. The kiss felt good and he gave Rekker's long ginger hair a good few pulls before sinking down once more to slide his pouty lips over his lover's cock, offering the head a few licks.
Rekker wanted this so badly that he could feel his breath coming in fast pants.
"You're bare ass against my cock?" He wanted sucked but really wanted to fuck the Swede senseless too. Those nails pulled sighed gasps from Rekker and his legs quivered from the pain. He kept his hands in Bjorn's hair stroking his hair and trying not to start pressing his cock into Bjorn's mouth.
Of course they did. How could they not? The two making eyes at each other and casually flirting whilst eating. That and Bjorn feeding his ginger while touching his leg under the table. Anyone could see it a mile off.
"Fuck. I want this. Come in my mouth first though, babe."
The gasps were so hot and erotic as Bjorn sucked Rekker's hot cock, feeling it's smooth, hard texture in his mouth; his tongue sliding down a pulsing vein as his nails raked down the Brit's inner thighs. His own body now heating up, feeling his skin prickle and his heart rate rise. He wanted the ginger to unravel first and fill his mouth with salty cum.
He had to lay back on the bed because it felt so good. If the Swede wanted him to fall apart this would do it. Spreading his legs farther he pulled on Bjorn's hair, biting his lip to muffle how loud he would have been otherwise.
"You're such a whore." And that was a compliment filled with lust as he tried to breath. "Harder."
He didn't even know if he meant the sucking or the nails when he said it, both maybe. Bjorn wasn't going to have to work too hard to get Rekker off after so long without a lover. Rekker wanted everything, fast and rough, and soon found himself pulling on the Swede's messy blonde hair. .
Bjorn squeaked when he felt Rekker pull on his platinum dyed hair, licking up the side of the Brit's shaft, enjoying the musky scent his lover had. More nails raking down Rekker's inner thigh as Bjorn suckled the head then deep throated the guitarist's cock in one, opening up his throat almost skilfully because Bjorn wasn't a virgin at cock sucking. He'd sucked many men off before but none as needy and aggressively horny as Rekker.
"Fill my mouth, babe. I want it."
The Swede smirked up at his ginger lover and then began toying with Rekker's balls using his fingers.
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.
Bjorn swallowed every drop of Rekker's cum as he slipped his mouth off the Brit's cock with a soft pop. Fuck, that was good! The trashy Swede now giggling as he licked his lips and leant up to kiss the ginger's own lips, still tainted with remnants of his own cum. So dirty.
"How did that feel, babe? You know I'm too fucking good."
The Swede winked at his lover and slid his palms up the insides of the Brit's thighs. Rekker's soft hairs tickling the Swede's hands as he gently raked a few nails along the soft flesh there.
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.
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Rekker caught the signing and knew exactly what they were saying but the words in his ear from Bjorn caused him to growl quietly. He couldn't stop it and his body was waking up in ways it just shouldn't with his students here.
He was about to answer when the knock on the table got his attention. The students did that when he got distracted, though it usually wasn't this kind of distraction. He turned his attention from Bjorn to the signing and nodded. Ana grinned and then laughed as she stood up. The younger girls running to the back of the house. They were going to go out and take care of the goats and his horse. They had some time and as soon as they were out of sight he grabbed Bjorn's crotch and bit his neck.
"Get in the bedroom!" Normally Rekker would right here but not with the kids, not in the dining room while they were here. The bedroom though, that was fair game. Rekker knew Ana was well aware of what was going on. He'd taken her and her boyfriend out and they had the same kind of moments certainly.
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"Make me, bitch!"
The Swede wanted to play games with the grouch while the students were busy outside. At least if they did fuck it would be in private within Rekker's bedroom. Instead of walking into the bedroom as he was told, Bjorn bent over in the doorway and wiggled his ass at the grouchy ginger just to tease him.
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However, Bjorn was certainly going to pay for running off. The Brit felt angry inside over the way he ran away.
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Bjorn yelled the words, not caring if the neighbours heard or not because fuck them. They were assholes anyway from what Rekker had said about them. The Swede was now squealing and giggling as he now ran around the apartment, pulling off his scarf and throwing it behind him as bait for his ginger. This was fun.
"Coming to get me, babe?"
The Swede now bending over to smack his ass.
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"You'll come to me when you can't take it any longer." He was absolutely going to be a bastard about this. Sure, he was horny and wanted Bjorn but he wasn't going to run around after him. "We have about thirty minutes before they're back inside. You're wasting time."
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Bjorn huffed and knew Rekker wasn't going to chase him anymore so just shrugged and then ran into the bedroom, jumping into Rekker's lap once more wrapping his arms around his lover. The Swede was often a whirlwind of high energy at times and this was one of them.
"What are you going to do to me, babe?"
The blond biting on Rekker's collarbone, giggling.
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"I thought you were going to do something to me." He grinned up at the blonde already getting hard. The relationship was new and Rekker had been alone for way too long. He's easy to get wound up, not that he's usually difficult to get in the mood anyway.
"I could put you over the dresser." Holding on tight to Bjorn's hips the Brit shoved up under him rhythmically. He wanted to Swede desperately.
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Bjorn was in a playful mood and wanted to suck his ginger and then get shoved over the dresser because it sounded to fucking hot. The Swede squeaked a little when Rekker pushed up underneath him, grinning and licking his lips. It would be a quick blow and fuck because of the students around but it would be worth it. Sliding off the Brit's lap, Bjorn then got down on his knees and gripped the ginger's knees, shoving his legs open.
"Get your pants off, babe."
The Swede raking his nails along the denim of Rekker's jeans.
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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.
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Bjorn could tell that they were giggling among each other and the signing must have meant something regarding the two. It was cute. Watching Rekker unbuckling his pants and kicking them off was hot because now Bjorn just wanted to pleasure the man he loved. He could feel his own cock throb underneath Rekker's jeans he was now wearing since pulling them on waking up hungover.
"I know what you want."
The Swede raking his nails down the Brit's exposed thighs, leaving light red marks against the skin. The kiss felt good and he gave Rekker's long ginger hair a good few pulls before sinking down once more to slide his pouty lips over his lover's cock, offering the head a few licks.
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Rekker wanted this so badly that he could feel his breath coming in fast pants.
"You're bare ass against my cock?" He wanted sucked but really wanted to fuck the Swede senseless too. Those nails pulled sighed gasps from Rekker and his legs quivered from the pain. He kept his hands in Bjorn's hair stroking his hair and trying not to start pressing his cock into Bjorn's mouth.
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"Fuck. I want this. Come in my mouth first though, babe."
The gasps were so hot and erotic as Bjorn sucked Rekker's hot cock, feeling it's smooth, hard texture in his mouth; his tongue sliding down a pulsing vein as his nails raked down the Brit's inner thighs. His own body now heating up, feeling his skin prickle and his heart rate rise. He wanted the ginger to unravel first and fill his mouth with salty cum.
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"You're such a whore." And that was a compliment filled with lust as he tried to breath. "Harder."
He didn't even know if he meant the sucking or the nails when he said it, both maybe. Bjorn wasn't going to have to work too hard to get Rekker off after so long without a lover. Rekker wanted everything, fast and rough, and soon found himself pulling on the Swede's messy blonde hair. .
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Bjorn squeaked when he felt Rekker pull on his platinum dyed hair, licking up the side of the Brit's shaft, enjoying the musky scent his lover had. More nails raking down Rekker's inner thigh as Bjorn suckled the head then deep throated the guitarist's cock in one, opening up his throat almost skilfully because Bjorn wasn't a virgin at cock sucking. He'd sucked many men off before but none as needy and aggressively horny as Rekker.
"Fill my mouth, babe. I want it."
The Swede smirked up at his ginger lover and then began toying with Rekker's balls using his fingers.
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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."
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"How did that feel, babe? You know I'm too fucking good."
The Swede winked at his lover and slid his palms up the insides of the Brit's thighs. Rekker's soft hairs tickling the Swede's hands as he gently raked a few nails along the soft flesh there.
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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.