Rekker wouldn't let his lover fall even if he buckled under the intensity of his orgasm. Bjorn felt amazing against his body panting so heavily from their pleasure.
"You're amazing, luv." Rekker whispered between his own ragged breaths. The roughness had drained off so much of his rabid mental energy and left him feeling mentally and emotionally drained and calm. Bjorn pulling away got a whimpering groan of disappointment because the Brit was loving the feeling of just relaxing there still entwined and inside his lover.
"Come here, sexy bitch." He shifted and opened his arms to wrap up the Swede in his arms. He was over heated but now, not raging with lust, the idea of laying here naked was not as sexy. Despite sweating, he pulled the light blanket out of the back window where he kept it and spread it over the top of both of them. The warmth and sweat felt good.
"You smell like sex." He spoke while pressing his face into his lover. The mix of sex, sweat, perfume, and everything else, even his own cologne all blending together was arousing. It smelled like their relationship which, to this point, was a lot of wild sex.
Bjorn was near breathless after such a hard and rough fuck but he had wanted it. The car made the perfect place to fuck each other without anyone else intruding and this was one of Rekker's safe places too. Would they fuck in here more often? Oh yes. The Swede could count on it.
"You smell like leather, lip gloss and sex too. Fucking hot, babe."
Nuzzling into the ginger, Bjorn sighed drunkenly and could feel the effects of being fucked and the booze begin to make him very drowsy. He just wanted to fall asleep in his lover's arms then they could sleep off the booze together. The trashy singer kissing Rekker's lips before slumping his body onto the hot one of his lover's.
This felt so good to lay here with Bjorn. He couldn't even remember the last time he did something like this, years ago for sure.
"I'll take you home for a shower in the morning." Rekker laughed quietly while pressing into Bjorn's neck. He meant he was going to wake uo and drag him into the shower for.. well that would depend on how much he asked and how hungover he was in the morning. He could feel the throb of his elbow from smashing the door earlier. As Bjorn slumped Rekker held him tigher and protectively ready for some rest to sleep off the booze and exhaustion.
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"You're amazing, luv." Rekker whispered between his own ragged breaths. The roughness had drained off so much of his rabid mental energy and left him feeling mentally and emotionally drained and calm. Bjorn pulling away got a whimpering groan of disappointment because the Brit was loving the feeling of just relaxing there still entwined and inside his lover.
"Come here, sexy bitch." He shifted and opened his arms to wrap up the Swede in his arms. He was over heated but now, not raging with lust, the idea of laying here naked was not as sexy. Despite sweating, he pulled the light blanket out of the back window where he kept it and spread it over the top of both of them. The warmth and sweat felt good.
"You smell like sex." He spoke while pressing his face into his lover. The mix of sex, sweat, perfume, and everything else, even his own cologne all blending together was arousing. It smelled like their relationship which, to this point, was a lot of wild sex.
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Bjorn was near breathless after such a hard and rough fuck but he had wanted it. The car made the perfect place to fuck each other without anyone else intruding and this was one of Rekker's safe places too. Would they fuck in here more often? Oh yes. The Swede could count on it.
"You smell like leather, lip gloss and sex too. Fucking hot, babe."
Nuzzling into the ginger, Bjorn sighed drunkenly and could feel the effects of being fucked and the booze begin to make him very drowsy. He just wanted to fall asleep in his lover's arms then they could sleep off the booze together. The trashy singer kissing Rekker's lips before slumping his body onto the hot one of his lover's.
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"I'll take you home for a shower in the morning." Rekker laughed quietly while pressing into Bjorn's neck. He meant he was going to wake uo and drag him into the shower for.. well that would depend on how much he asked and how hungover he was in the morning. He could feel the throb of his elbow from smashing the door earlier. As Bjorn slumped Rekker held him tigher and protectively ready for some rest to sleep off the booze and exhaustion.