Bjorn giggled when he felt himself get pulled onto the wooden lounge chair on top of the ginger. Rekker wanted cases of whiskey? The Swede would gladly buy it for him but knew he couldn't. The man shouldn't even be drinking and this wasn't the normal behaviour for the metalhead because he was smashed. Still, Bjorn wasn't a party pooper and liked seeing this playful side of the man.
"How about I give you a millionaire's blow job?"
The Swede was drunk too and obviously horny since his hand was now snaking down between Rekker's legs offering his crotch a good squeeze. Did he want to swallow the Brit whole? Fuck yes.
Rekker couldn't answer because that grab got a gasp and he almost choked on the whiskey he was drinking. He laughed though as soon as he got his breath back, setting the bottle on the ground beside the chair so he could pull the Swede in for a kiss.
"You're always a bitchy whore." And Rekker loved it as much as he didn't want to admit that. He craved the bitchy singer's company and that was getting to be about more than sex.
"You love it, babe. Just admit it. You love having me as your private bitchy whore."
The Swede just giggled and leant into the kiss, tasting the booze on Rekker's tongue. That got a soft moan out of Bjorn because he found it hot. His thrust his tongue inside the Brit's mouth and continued to palm the older man's crotch with his hand. He ached to taste Rekker's cum.
"I want to taste you."
Booze, it seemed, made Bjorn even more horny than he usually was.
"I let you into my house, don't I?" He's a bit sarcastic but it's affection to that the Swede could come and go as he liked.
And then there was that kiss, Rekker yanked Bjorn into it while grabbing his ass. Bjorn wasn't the only one that got horny and trashy when drunk, it was one of the reasons he didn't drink much anymore. His hips pushed up into his lover's hand, groaning with want.
"Then stop bitching and suck." The fucking bastard got Rekker so hot so fast it always felt like madness.
"Yeah, you let me into your fucking massive mansion, babe. I love it!"
So demanding. Bjorn tapped Rekker's nose with a fingertip as he then licked his lips and began pulling down the man's zipper on his pants and pulling out his hard cock. Groaning at the sheer size of the ginger, Bjorn thrust his mouth onto his lover's hard organ in one, deep-throating almost at once due to the amount of practice he'd had over the years. Sleeping around had it's benefits because it could make you more of a skilled lover.
Humming down the length, Bjorn licked and sucked whilst hollowing his cheeks, taking as much as he could. The trashy blond loving how dominant Rekker was over him, demanding that he got sucked.
Rekker watched the Swede slip away. It's been awhile since he got sucked and there was no denying that he fantasized about seeing those pouty, pink lips around his cock. Bjorn got a lusty groan from his lover before he even started sucking.
"Fuck." The warm of his lover's mouth as he deep throated caused the Brit to quake. Then he was shoving his hands into Bjorn's hair, pushing it back so he could watch. He might have bitched about lipstick when they first met but those full, pink lips were enough to get the guitarists pulse pounding. The Swede was perfect and Rekker had to relax back, breath coming as fast and shallow gasps until they turned to near growls of pleasure. His fingers started wrapping into the blonde hair, tugging gently, and the hairspray he hated so much forgotten for the moment.
The Swede sucked deep and long hoping to bring Rekker off through a haze of pleasure and ecstasy. Even drunk and smashed he was good at giving head and right now he was closing his eyes whilst sucking and licking at the ginger's hot cock. It felt so right filling his mouth up and causing him to moan deeply while his fingers toyed with Rekker's ball sac.
"Mmm...."
Humming down the metalhead's length, Bjorn began bobbing up and down, enjoying the musky taste of his lover and swallowing as much cock as he could manage, expertly giving his ginger a blow job. Would he please the man? He hoped so. The tugging to his hair-sprayed hair was a good sign as he giggled slightly with a mouth full of cock.
Rekker leaned up to watch those perfect pink lips sliding around his cock, felt them warm and soft against his cock. He pulled harder on the blonde's hair, offering him the first teasing taste when the Brit dripped pre-cum, moaning from the Swede's touch.
"OH fuck.. Bjorn." He could barely get the words out around ragged breaths, wanting to watch but he had to lay back as his eyes refused to stay open. His grip tightened on the singer's hair, pulling rhythmically. "I'm going to cum in your mouth, you bitch.. drag you up here...fuck your tight ass."
Bjorn's hot mouth pulling him closer to orgasm with each suck but also fueling his want and he was desperate for whatever he could get, drunk and out of his mind. Growling, the Brit shoved into his lover's mouth, feeling the throb in his cock, so close.
Bjorn was finding all of this to be so fucking hot as he swallowed Rekker's hot cock, tasting the bitterness of the precum on his tongue as he sped up his movements, sliding his mouth up and down the throbbing shaft. Fuck, it was hot! The ginger wanted to fuck him after so this caused the Swede to moan and rake his nails down Rekker's inner thighs, just wondering what other noises he could pull from his needy lover.
"Mmm---"
Licking and sucking at Rekker's cock, Bjorn closed his eyes and began lapping up at the head teasingly like a lollipop. Was he a huge fucking tease? Oh yes. He then deep-throated the ginger once more all the way to the hilt feeling his own cock throb with want.
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.
That loud gasp had the Swede giggling because he loved the shift in control just for these few moments while he licked and sucked the ginger bastard's cock. Fuck, he was so big and hard. Bjorn used his painted nails to scratch along the insides of Rekker's thighs, leaving red welts where he scraped the skin. It was so fucking erotic it caused the bleached blond to moan around the hot shaft in between his pink lips.
"Fuck, babe."
Then, a few more deep-throating sessions and the ginger was coming down the Swede's throat. Fuck! The singer swallowed every drop almost with a professionalism because he'd sucked off so many men before. A whore? Almost. Licking Rekker's cock with a swirl of his tongue Bjorn made a lewd pop noise then giggled.
Rekker's panting heavily and groans as he comes down from the orgasm.
"Come here." He tugged at the Swede, wanting him to climb up on top. It would be a few minutes before he was ready for more but he wanted more. Damn, the singer was hot and he couldn't resist. "I want your ass and to listen to you scream like my bitchy whore."
His words were demanding but the touch of his hands, wherever he could reach, was slow and sensual. He had it bad for Bjorn; love, lust, want.. all of it.
Bjorn could feel Rekker pulling him up into his lap and the Swede was all for this because he wanted the ginger to fuck him. Rough sex was just what he wanted after sucking off the ginger bastard. The blond pulled on Rekker's hair and then bit down on his lower lip, groaning.
"You fucking want my ass don't you? You're a dirty fuck and I love you."
The singer began grinding his hips down against Rekker's and making lewd soft noises in the back of his throat. He would soon get hard once more and this time the lube would be needed surely, for a smooth ride. Unless the Brit would forego it and take Bjorn dry for a rougher fuck.
Rekker bit back, grabbing Bjorn's ass with both hands and pulling. He wanted this so badly and could tell his lover did too.
"I always want you ass, you dirty bitch." He growled the words while shoving his hips up into the grinding. His sex drive always ran rather hot but drunk and off his medication it's burning hotter and leaves him nearly whining with want. Rekker lets his eyes fall closed to revel in the feeling of Bjorn's weight pressing on him and the soft skin beneath his hands as he grabs the singer's ass. The growled breaths got deeper, needy.
"You're so fucking...." Rekker's words trailed off as his hands slipped around to Bjorn's waist and chest, forcing him to sit up in the Brit's lap. "...fucking perfect against me."
There was lube to be had in Rekker's shirt pocket which was laying beside the lounge on the ground. He wasn't thinking about that now as he's near writhing under the Swede while his hands greedily explore his pale skin. The sounds from his bucking lover gets a hard pulse in his cock as he starts to harden again. "Fuck!! Fuck! I need you to ride me you damned bitch."
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"How about I give you a millionaire's blow job?"
The Swede was drunk too and obviously horny since his hand was now snaking down between Rekker's legs offering his crotch a good squeeze. Did he want to swallow the Brit whole? Fuck yes.
"I can be your tarty whore for the evening."
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"You're always a bitchy whore." And Rekker loved it as much as he didn't want to admit that. He craved the bitchy singer's company and that was getting to be about more than sex.
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The Swede just giggled and leant into the kiss, tasting the booze on Rekker's tongue. That got a soft moan out of Bjorn because he found it hot. His thrust his tongue inside the Brit's mouth and continued to palm the older man's crotch with his hand. He ached to taste Rekker's cum.
"I want to taste you."
Booze, it seemed, made Bjorn even more horny than he usually was.
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And then there was that kiss, Rekker yanked Bjorn into it while grabbing his ass. Bjorn wasn't the only one that got horny and trashy when drunk, it was one of the reasons he didn't drink much anymore. His hips pushed up into his lover's hand, groaning with want.
"Then stop bitching and suck." The fucking bastard got Rekker so hot so fast it always felt like madness.
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So demanding. Bjorn tapped Rekker's nose with a fingertip as he then licked his lips and began pulling down the man's zipper on his pants and pulling out his hard cock. Groaning at the sheer size of the ginger, Bjorn thrust his mouth onto his lover's hard organ in one, deep-throating almost at once due to the amount of practice he'd had over the years. Sleeping around had it's benefits because it could make you more of a skilled lover.
Humming down the length, Bjorn licked and sucked whilst hollowing his cheeks, taking as much as he could. The trashy blond loving how dominant Rekker was over him, demanding that he got sucked.
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"Fuck." The warm of his lover's mouth as he deep throated caused the Brit to quake. Then he was shoving his hands into Bjorn's hair, pushing it back so he could watch. He might have bitched about lipstick when they first met but those full, pink lips were enough to get the guitarists pulse pounding. The Swede was perfect and Rekker had to relax back, breath coming as fast and shallow gasps until they turned to near growls of pleasure. His fingers started wrapping into the blonde hair, tugging gently, and the hairspray he hated so much forgotten for the moment.
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"Mmm...."
Humming down the metalhead's length, Bjorn began bobbing up and down, enjoying the musky taste of his lover and swallowing as much cock as he could manage, expertly giving his ginger a blow job. Would he please the man? He hoped so. The tugging to his hair-sprayed hair was a good sign as he giggled slightly with a mouth full of cock.
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"OH fuck.. Bjorn." He could barely get the words out around ragged breaths, wanting to watch but he had to lay back as his eyes refused to stay open. His grip tightened on the singer's hair, pulling rhythmically. "I'm going to cum in your mouth, you bitch.. drag you up here...fuck your tight ass."
Bjorn's hot mouth pulling him closer to orgasm with each suck but also fueling his want and he was desperate for whatever he could get, drunk and out of his mind. Growling, the Brit shoved into his lover's mouth, feeling the throb in his cock, so close.
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"Mmm---"
Licking and sucking at Rekker's cock, Bjorn closed his eyes and began lapping up at the head teasingly like a lollipop. Was he a huge fucking tease? Oh yes. He then deep-throated the ginger once more all the way to the hilt feeling his own cock throb with want.
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"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.
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"Fuck, babe."
Then, a few more deep-throating sessions and the ginger was coming down the Swede's throat. Fuck! The singer swallowed every drop almost with a professionalism because he'd sucked off so many men before. A whore? Almost. Licking Rekker's cock with a swirl of his tongue Bjorn made a lewd pop noise then giggled.
"You fucking loved it, bitch."
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"Come here." He tugged at the Swede, wanting him to climb up on top. It would be a few minutes before he was ready for more but he wanted more. Damn, the singer was hot and he couldn't resist. "I want your ass and to listen to you scream like my bitchy whore."
His words were demanding but the touch of his hands, wherever he could reach, was slow and sensual. He had it bad for Bjorn; love, lust, want.. all of it.
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Bjorn could feel Rekker pulling him up into his lap and the Swede was all for this because he wanted the ginger to fuck him. Rough sex was just what he wanted after sucking off the ginger bastard. The blond pulled on Rekker's hair and then bit down on his lower lip, groaning.
"You fucking want my ass don't you? You're a dirty fuck and I love you."
The singer began grinding his hips down against Rekker's and making lewd soft noises in the back of his throat. He would soon get hard once more and this time the lube would be needed surely, for a smooth ride. Unless the Brit would forego it and take Bjorn dry for a rougher fuck.
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"I always want you ass, you dirty bitch." He growled the words while shoving his hips up into the grinding. His sex drive always ran rather hot but drunk and off his medication it's burning hotter and leaves him nearly whining with want. Rekker lets his eyes fall closed to revel in the feeling of Bjorn's weight pressing on him and the soft skin beneath his hands as he grabs the singer's ass. The growled breaths got deeper, needy.
"You're so fucking...." Rekker's words trailed off as his hands slipped around to Bjorn's waist and chest, forcing him to sit up in the Brit's lap. "...fucking perfect against me."
There was lube to be had in Rekker's shirt pocket which was laying beside the lounge on the ground. He wasn't thinking about that now as he's near writhing under the Swede while his hands greedily explore his pale skin. The sounds from his bucking lover gets a hard pulse in his cock as he starts to harden again. "Fuck!! Fuck! I need you to ride me you damned bitch."