Rekker laughed because he loved how they could just ruthlessly insult each other and it meant nothing, or was flirting, sometimes.
"Are you begging me to undress you, you dirty bitch?" Rekker laughed and bit the side of Bjorn's hip where he was hanging over the Brit's shoulder. He loved tossing the bitchy Swede in the water ever since the first time he threw him in the hot tub. His reaction was priceless.
Bjorn kicked a little more in mock protest but was really loving how strong his ginger bastard was picking him and parading him around almost. Was the Swede like a trophy of sorts? A trashy blond bitchy whore who loved being thrown around like a rag doll in the bedroom. Or out of it as the case might be here.
"I don't beg, bitch. I---ahhh!---"
The bite had the singer hissing and then gasping. Fuck! He wasn't expecting the bite at all and it caused Bjorn to laugh and then hit Rekker on the back.
Rekker laughed even more as he reached up with his free hand to smack Bjorn's ass and give it a squeeze.
"You're my dirty cock slut and you know damned well how much I love it."
The rough housing was good for so many reasons. They bonded, quickly it seemed, over rougher sorts of affection but it also offered a healthier and less damaging outlet for Rekker's natural aggression. Here, with Bjorn, it was mutually consented, pleasurable, and rarely left more than some scratches and bitemarks.
"You don't?" Rekker licked that bare hip spot he just bit, then nipped the Swede again. "How long could you go without getting fucked before you beg for it?"
He's teasing because, honestly, Rekker felt like Bjorn could probably go longer without. Since they got together the Brit had been having an issue with his sex drive running so hard and hot that he could barely make it half a day before he was yanking the singer's clothes off and abandoning himself to lust.
The slap to his ass got the trashy singer gasping and then giggling because he loved it when Rekker picked him up and threw him around roughly. The thrill of having a stronger man using his strength was a turn-on for Bjorn as much as anything else. He fucking loved it. The Swede began thumping the ginger's body anywhere he could whilst kicking slightly. The biting and nipping got little squeaks out of the blond who wasn't going to give up hitting and kicking the guitarist.
"Fuck, you big ginger oaf! Put me down you bastard!"
Bjorn was laughing so much he could hardly get the words out. Should he scream? Just to be a bitch.
Bjorn screamed because he didn't want Rekker dumping him into the cool water while he wore his clothes. These he liked and he didn't want them all soggy and ruined with salt water. But he wouldn't, right? Dump him like this?
"Just---put me down back on the sand you ginger bastard."
The Swede smacked Rekker on the head playfully then pulled hard on some of his wet ginger hair.
Rekker pretended like he was going to drop the singer but didn't then waded back to shore. The ginger can't help but laugh. As he puts Bjorn back down in his feet, on dry ground, he takes a long, deep kiss.
Stepping back down onto the sand the Swede turned around to give Rekker the finger and then proceeding to grab the ginger's hair giving it a hard playful tug. The fucking bastard!
"You fucking bet, you ginger bastard. I thought you were going to ruin my clothes with salty water!"
Bjorn hated this idea because he liked what he was wearing. How many times had Rekker ripped or ruined his clothes? Too many. But the Swede liked it really knowing the Brit had to buy him more if he ripped the bitch's clothes.
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.
"Ok, babe. Let me take them off so you can't fucking rip them."
Bjorn winked at Rekker then began pulling off his tight leather pants, boots and the rest of his clothes so that he was just left in his pink panties. From the back most at the beach would assume the blond was a girl from the back. A girl who was out for the day at the beach with her boyfriend.
"How's this, grouchy?"
The blond stuck his tongue out before turning around to wiggle his ass at the Brit.
Bjorn just giggled wildly at Rekker running his hand over his bared ass. Fuck! Now, he wanted the ginger's large hands roaming all across his pale smooth skin. But they were in public at a public beach. Sex out in the open was surely indecent in this state. It might be legal back home in Sweden but America had different rules. Stricter ones it seemed.
"This isn't a fucking nudist beach, babe. We'll have to fuck in the car if we don't want some weirdo reporting us to the cops."
Fuck them. But the Swede knew better as he squeaked at the slap on his ass and reached around to slap Rekker's ass back. Bastard!
Rekker was already giving in to Bjorn's wants without realizing it. Once he started touching the Swede's bare skin it was hard to stop.
"Or out in the water." Rekker wouldn't care either way. Right now he was too invested in sliding his hands all over Bjorn to care about what they were going to do in a few minutes. "Or the car. I don't care."
Rekker nuzzled into Bjorn's hair and bit his neck, gently for now.
"Sex in the water? I've never fucked anyone in sea water before. I mean---it won't be all salty in places we don't want will it?"
The Swede not as prissy as Lars but still preferring comfort over being covered in salt and sand. The car was always an option too but then having sex in the water could be hot too. Rekker might like it and this pleased the singer.
"We could try the water if you like."
Pulling the Brit in for a kiss, Bjorn then roamed his hands along Rekker's sides lovingly.
"Don't be a little bitch." Rekker laughed and started pulling the Swede toward the water. He didn't really get to have sex in the water but he wanted to. "Think of it as a big hot tub."
He pulled his lover in ready to carry him out into the water. He'd probably have to keep the Swede in a lip lock so he didn't scream and let everyone on the beach, as far as the eye could see, know they were fucking out in the water.
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Rekker laughed because he loved how they could just ruthlessly insult each other and it meant nothing, or was flirting, sometimes.
"Are you begging me to undress you, you dirty bitch?" Rekker laughed and bit the side of Bjorn's hip where he was hanging over the Brit's shoulder. He loved tossing the bitchy Swede in the water ever since the first time he threw him in the hot tub. His reaction was priceless.
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Bjorn kicked a little more in mock protest but was really loving how strong his ginger bastard was picking him and parading him around almost. Was the Swede like a trophy of sorts? A trashy blond bitchy whore who loved being thrown around like a rag doll in the bedroom. Or out of it as the case might be here.
"I don't beg, bitch. I---ahhh!---"
The bite had the singer hissing and then gasping. Fuck! He wasn't expecting the bite at all and it caused Bjorn to laugh and then hit Rekker on the back.
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"You're my dirty cock slut and you know damned well how much I love it."
The rough housing was good for so many reasons. They bonded, quickly it seemed, over rougher sorts of affection but it also offered a healthier and less damaging outlet for Rekker's natural aggression. Here, with Bjorn, it was mutually consented, pleasurable, and rarely left more than some scratches and bitemarks.
"You don't?" Rekker licked that bare hip spot he just bit, then nipped the Swede again. "How long could you go without getting fucked before you beg for it?"
He's teasing because, honestly, Rekker felt like Bjorn could probably go longer without. Since they got together the Brit had been having an issue with his sex drive running so hard and hot that he could barely make it half a day before he was yanking the singer's clothes off and abandoning himself to lust.
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The slap to his ass got the trashy singer gasping and then giggling because he loved it when Rekker picked him up and threw him around roughly. The thrill of having a stronger man using his strength was a turn-on for Bjorn as much as anything else. He fucking loved it. The Swede began thumping the ginger's body anywhere he could whilst kicking slightly. The biting and nipping got little squeaks out of the blond who wasn't going to give up hitting and kicking the guitarist.
"Fuck, you big ginger oaf! Put me down you bastard!"
Bjorn was laughing so much he could hardly get the words out. Should he scream? Just to be a bitch.
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"You want down?" Rekker started wading out into the water. "Are you sure?"
He wouldn't throw Bjorn in fully dressed but he would threaten to do it in order to torment the Swede.
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Bjorn screamed because he didn't want Rekker dumping him into the cool water while he wore his clothes. These he liked and he didn't want them all soggy and ruined with salt water. But he wouldn't, right? Dump him like this?
"Just---put me down back on the sand you ginger bastard."
The Swede smacked Rekker on the head playfully then pulled hard on some of his wet ginger hair.
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"Better?"
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"You fucking bet, you ginger bastard. I thought you were going to ruin my clothes with salty water!"
Bjorn hated this idea because he liked what he was wearing. How many times had Rekker ripped or ruined his clothes? Too many. But the Swede liked it really knowing the Brit had to buy him more if he ripped the bitch's clothes.
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"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.
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Bjorn winked at Rekker then began pulling off his tight leather pants, boots and the rest of his clothes so that he was just left in his pink panties. From the back most at the beach would assume the blond was a girl from the back. A girl who was out for the day at the beach with her boyfriend.
"How's this, grouchy?"
The blond stuck his tongue out before turning around to wiggle his ass at the Brit.
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His eyes drifted slowly over all that pale, bare skin and felt his pulse speed up.
"Looks hot as fuck, like you need dragged off and fucked." Rekker gave his lover a slap on the ass and a nipping kiss right below his ear.
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"This isn't a fucking nudist beach, babe. We'll have to fuck in the car if we don't want some weirdo reporting us to the cops."
Fuck them. But the Swede knew better as he squeaked at the slap on his ass and reached around to slap Rekker's ass back. Bastard!
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"Or out in the water." Rekker wouldn't care either way. Right now he was too invested in sliding his hands all over Bjorn to care about what they were going to do in a few minutes. "Or the car. I don't care."
Rekker nuzzled into Bjorn's hair and bit his neck, gently for now.
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The Swede not as prissy as Lars but still preferring comfort over being covered in salt and sand. The car was always an option too but then having sex in the water could be hot too. Rekker might like it and this pleased the singer.
"We could try the water if you like."
Pulling the Brit in for a kiss, Bjorn then roamed his hands along Rekker's sides lovingly.
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He pulled his lover in ready to carry him out into the water. He'd probably have to keep the Swede in a lip lock so he didn't scream and let everyone on the beach, as far as the eye could see, know they were fucking out in the water.