"I've never wanted a boyfriend." Rekker figured Bjorn already knew that about his past. "You're kind of a bitch with a cock though."
That was teasing and good natured. Rekker adored Bjorn even if he constantly harassed him. "Do you think I have some other bitchy blonde boy?" Rekker snorted a laugh. "I've got no fucking time for anyone else. You're such a needy bitch."
The Brit couldn't help harassing Bjorn but he loved how much the Swede wanted and needed him constantly. To Rekker, that felt good.
"A bitch with a cock? Well, you know how to fucking charm a person, don't you?"
Bjorn just squeaking with laughter then shoving Rekker back a little with his hand against the ginger's chest. Being needy was part of who the Swede was and both Blixt and Hans knew that more than anyone else.
"Good. I've got no time for any other cockhead boy either. You're it, bastard."
The Swede leant over to kiss Rekker, biting on his lower lip.
"It worked on you." Rekker winked at him, putting on the arrogant bravado to go with it.
As needy and out of control Bjorn was, somehow the Swede had charmed him too. Rekker took that kiss and deepened it after that bite, shoving his tongue into the singer's mouth and not caring who saw. He bit Bjorn's lower lip and pulled away, tugging his lip before letting go.
"You ready to let them take care of your fried hair?" Rekker ruffled up Bjorn's hair, ruining it, because he could.
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That was teasing and good natured. Rekker adored Bjorn even if he constantly harassed him. "Do you think I have some other bitchy blonde boy?" Rekker snorted a laugh. "I've got no fucking time for anyone else. You're such a needy bitch."
The Brit couldn't help harassing Bjorn but he loved how much the Swede wanted and needed him constantly. To Rekker, that felt good.
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Bjorn just squeaking with laughter then shoving Rekker back a little with his hand against the ginger's chest. Being needy was part of who the Swede was and both Blixt and Hans knew that more than anyone else.
"Good. I've got no time for any other cockhead boy either. You're it, bastard."
The Swede leant over to kiss Rekker, biting on his lower lip.
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As needy and out of control Bjorn was, somehow the Swede had charmed him too. Rekker took that kiss and deepened it after that bite, shoving his tongue into the singer's mouth and not caring who saw. He bit Bjorn's lower lip and pulled away, tugging his lip before letting go.
"You ready to let them take care of your fried hair?" Rekker ruffled up Bjorn's hair, ruining it, because he could.