"Scream, bitch." Rekker growled the words between gasps. He's drunk, louder than usual and panting from the exertion but he's not going to stop. When asked he gets rougher, pulling Bjorn up to nearly sitting in his lap so he can kiss and then bite the bitchy Swede's shoulder.

"You want your tight ass sore in the morning?" Rekker asks as he picks up speed, slamming roughly into Bjorn and near crying out at how erotic it is to take his lover without restraint. Then he's back to biting the Swede as roughly as he's fucking him. The grip on Bjorn's hair gets tighter, pulling his head back. He's getting rougher by the minute, so close to getting off but having trouble from being so drunk.