Bjorn frowned a little when Rekker smashed his elbow into the door of the car. It was crazy. They were both very drunk and horny. That and their coordination was pretty much shot at this point because they could barely use their fingers or speak clearly. Bjorn slurring his words more than his ginger lover though because he'd drank shit loads.
"I know you want me, honey and I want you---hey! What the fuck! My pants!--"
The Swede gasped when he felt his pants rip down the side of the seam. Well fuck. They were totally ruined now and the singer would surely bitch about Rekker ruining his pleather glam pants. Huffing, the blond then reached around to slap the ginger's ass cheeks because he could.
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Bjorn frowned a little when Rekker smashed his elbow into the door of the car. It was crazy. They were both very drunk and horny. That and their coordination was pretty much shot at this point because they could barely use their fingers or speak clearly. Bjorn slurring his words more than his ginger lover though because he'd drank shit loads.
"I know you want me, honey and I want you---hey! What the fuck! My pants!--"
The Swede gasped when he felt his pants rip down the side of the seam. Well fuck. They were totally ruined now and the singer would surely bitch about Rekker ruining his pleather glam pants. Huffing, the blond then reached around to slap the ginger's ass cheeks because he could.
"You're fucking paying for new ones after this."