Rekker grabbed Bjorn's wrist when he gave him the finger, moaning quietly from the rough yank on his hair.

"You should take them off if you don't want me to ruin them." Rekker pulled Bjorn closer by his wrist, grabbed his hair with the other hand, and took a demanding kiss from the Swede. He's starting to get aroused from all the playing around, something these thin, wet board shorts aren't going to hide.