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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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."