"Don't blame me, you needy bitch." Rekker growled back while thinking about all the touching from the Swede that got them right here. The Brit is needy though and so uncontrollably horny.
"It's shit while keeping my cock out of your tight ass." He grouched, leaning into the front seat while Bjorn fumbled with his zipper. He's hard beneath his jeans and lets out groans and quiet gasps every time those drunken hands brush up against him. After a moment, Rekker has found the lube he stashed in the center console of the car. He never carried this around before but with how eager they were to fuck constantly he had put little bottles all over; in the car, the bedside night stand, the bathroom cabinet, the hot tub cabinet, everywhere. It isn't fancy, colored, flavored, and scented, like the Swede carried around but Rekker had no interest in that part of it anyway.
"Pull me out you whore." He glanced down at Bjorn opening his belt and pants while struggling with his button down dress shirt. He snapped the buttons off at the wrists, listening to them bounce off somewhere in the car, but it got him out of his shirt faster and that was what mattered. The shirt got thrown into the front seat with his jacket. He could get another shirt, tomorrow.. or whenever the hell but right now he needed to fuck his lover. The rest didn't matter.
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"It's shit while keeping my cock out of your tight ass." He grouched, leaning into the front seat while Bjorn fumbled with his zipper. He's hard beneath his jeans and lets out groans and quiet gasps every time those drunken hands brush up against him. After a moment, Rekker has found the lube he stashed in the center console of the car. He never carried this around before but with how eager they were to fuck constantly he had put little bottles all over; in the car, the bedside night stand, the bathroom cabinet, the hot tub cabinet, everywhere. It isn't fancy, colored, flavored, and scented, like the Swede carried around but Rekker had no interest in that part of it anyway.
"Pull me out you whore." He glanced down at Bjorn opening his belt and pants while struggling with his button down dress shirt. He snapped the buttons off at the wrists, listening to them bounce off somewhere in the car, but it got him out of his shirt faster and that was what mattered. The shirt got thrown into the front seat with his jacket. He could get another shirt, tomorrow.. or whenever the hell but right now he needed to fuck his lover. The rest didn't matter.