Bjorn was fucking trashed but he wanted to see if he could fuck Rekker inside of his car because that sounded hot. The singer slid a hand into the back of the metalhead's jeans as they walked out of the party and towards where the ginger had his Firebird parked. That beautiful car. Perfect for a sugar daddy to have.
"I'm not sure what I can do naked but---I want you, babe."
Speech slurring and his legs not wanting to work, Bjorn was practically using Rekker as a walking aid. Of course Hans had seen both men leave the party and had guessed they were about to get busy with one another. At least his drunken brother was in good hands.
That ass grab got a growled moan from the Brit. He's trashed but he's too hot for the singer right now to not at least try. There was definitely stumbling as they walked out because Rekker was trying to hold both of them up and he wasn't exactly sober. The nice thing about his older car was that the back seat was roomy, something necessary since both men were tall.
"I want to fuck you." His voice is thick with the British accent and slurred which probably makes him hard to understand but he doesn't care. Maybe they wouldn't be able to do much but just getting the Swede naked and against his skin would feel good.
Opening the car door he gave Bjorn a little push toward the inside and prepared to help him out of his boots and whatever else. Fuck the tight leather was going to be a bitch this drunk.
Bjorn giggled loudly and then pulled on Rekker's ginger hair, almost using it as a rope to hold onto because he felt his right boot heel stumble a little as he nearly lost his balance. Oops! The singer then felt the nudge into the car as he went sprawling onto the seats, laughing and finding himself on his knees. He wiggled his ass into the air teasing his ginger lover.
"Come and get me, ginger bastard."
The singer tried to grab the seat to get up but failed and slipped onto his ass, giggling. It was a good thing Hans wasn't here to see all of this. That and the rest of his band.
That tug on his hair almost tumbled them both to the ground; both because it was unexpected and it felt like he got instantly hard from the pain of nearly all of Bjorn's weight pulling on it.
Rekker had awkwardly kicked off his shoes while Bjorn fumbled his way into the backseat. He was just tossing them on to the floorboards when he caught sight of that perfect ass in those tight pants. Rekker got a hold of those pants just as Bjorn started to fall, though he let go to climb in and close the door behind him.
"Get out of all this shit." Rekker turned and was kneeling precariously on the seat while grabbing for Bjorn's boots to pull them off. "I want your tight, bitchy, fucking ass."
At this rate, Bjorn's clothes might end up torn. The Brit is desperate.
"Hey, my clothes aren't shit! They're fucking classy and---"
Bjorn was so drunk he couldn't really string a sentence together as he swayed and then burst out laughing trying to pull his tight heeled boots from his feet. Fuck, they were hard to get off drunk! Rekker was impatient and the Swede was totally smashed. He was now pulling at Bjorn's boots trying to get them off. Always a good start.
"Get your shit off too then, you grumpy ginger fuck."
The Swede sticking his tongue out and then felt himself pitch forwards onto the floor of the car as he was now wrestling with the ties on his pleather pants. They were tightly moulded to his thighs like a second skin.
Rekker struggled, yanking one of the boots off and bashing his elbow into the door when it finally let go.
"Fuck!" It hurt but he paused long enough to yank off his jacket and throw it in the front seat. Then he yanked off the other boot. This one was easier because he noticed the zippers. Watching Bjorn flounder and the way he drew Rekker's eyes to his crotch while fumbling with the ties was too much.
"Fuck this shit. I want you." Rekker grabbed the side of Bjorn's pants at the waist, hands on either side of the seam, and ripped the seam open nearly to the knee. "You're a fucking hot bitch."
Rekker felt drunk, insane, wasn't thinking clearly or even at all. He wanted his lover and the fucking glam clothes were a bitch.
Bjorn frowned a little when Rekker smashed his elbow into the door of the car. It was crazy. They were both very drunk and horny. That and their coordination was pretty much shot at this point because they could barely use their fingers or speak clearly. Bjorn slurring his words more than his ginger lover though because he'd drank shit loads.
"I know you want me, honey and I want you---hey! What the fuck! My pants!--"
The Swede gasped when he felt his pants rip down the side of the seam. Well fuck. They were totally ruined now and the singer would surely bitch about Rekker ruining his pleather glam pants. Huffing, the blond then reached around to slap the ginger's ass cheeks because he could.
Rekker felt dizzy and was definitely not completely in control of himself; physically or emotionally. His mind was on a one track course that he couldn't derail it from. He's horny and he wants Bjorn with a drunken desperation.
"Shut your fucking mouth." Rekker scolds but he's laughing from the slap on his ass. "I'll buy you five fucking pairs of whore pants if you ...."
Rekker growled and started trying to roughly pull off the the shreds of Bjorn's pants. "..Help me get this fucking shit off so I can fuck your ass."
Rekker's words are slurred, thick with his accent, hard to understand. His touch though as he rubs his calloused hands over the soft skin of the singer's hips is all lust and want.
"You'd better because those you just fucking ripped were special to me! Fake leather or not they are still my clothes you needy fuck."
Bjorn giggled and loved how rough Rekker was being with him. Just goading the ginger on was part of the fun since he loved to get his own way, even smashed and drunk. The Brit sugar daddy would go shopping with him so he could get spoiled rotten. The Swede liked this idea and found it cute.
"It's not fucking shit---"
The singer squeaked and then kicked off the last remains of his pants and then removed his boots. The large heeled kinky boots kicked off behind his head. Feeling the guitarist's calloused hands over his hips caused the blond to moan lewdly. His own hands fumbling for the ginger's zipper on his pants.
"Don't blame me, you needy bitch." Rekker growled back while thinking about all the touching from the Swede that got them right here. The Brit is needy though and so uncontrollably horny.
"It's shit while keeping my cock out of your tight ass." He grouched, leaning into the front seat while Bjorn fumbled with his zipper. He's hard beneath his jeans and lets out groans and quiet gasps every time those drunken hands brush up against him. After a moment, Rekker has found the lube he stashed in the center console of the car. He never carried this around before but with how eager they were to fuck constantly he had put little bottles all over; in the car, the bedside night stand, the bathroom cabinet, the hot tub cabinet, everywhere. It isn't fancy, colored, flavored, and scented, like the Swede carried around but Rekker had no interest in that part of it anyway.
"Pull me out you whore." He glanced down at Bjorn opening his belt and pants while struggling with his button down dress shirt. He snapped the buttons off at the wrists, listening to them bounce off somewhere in the car, but it got him out of his shirt faster and that was what mattered. The shirt got thrown into the front seat with his jacket. He could get another shirt, tomorrow.. or whenever the hell but right now he needed to fuck his lover. The rest didn't matter.
"I'm always needy for you, ginger bastard. Skit i min röv bra."
Bjorn was so fucking drunk he was now defaulting back into his own tongue because thinking about using English meant he had to use his brain. That was fucked because of all the booze he had drunk at the party and also the drugs he'd taken before entering the bar. Would he feel like utter shit once he woke up? Oh yes. But it would be worth it for a rough fuck in the back of Rekker's fuck mobile.
"Fucking rude, babe. Don't demand."
The Swede stuck his tongue out and then nearly fall backwards because his legs were like jelly as he reached around to pull Rekker's erect cock free of his pants. Bjorn rid himself of the rest of his clothes until he was naked except for the pink frilly panties he wore underneath his now ruined pants. The Swede knew the Brit was going shopping for new clothes so ruining his own wasn't such a big deal to him anyway. The man was fucking rich anyway. The lube though---that was now part of everywhere they went because Rekker was a horn dog and wanted Bjorn fucking everywhere! Not that the singer was complaining at all.
"What? No strawberry flavoured lube? Aw fucking boring!"
"Fuck off, bitch. It gets you hot when I tell you what the fuck to do." Rekker had noticed that his aggressive demands flushed the singer or got little gasps sometimes.
As soon as Bjorn pulled him free Rekker was lubing up his cock. The bottle, unneeded now, was thrown in the front.
"You won't be complaining when you're shoved full of my cock." Rekker paused and then figured he was going to have to buy Bjorn pants so why did anything else matter? The Brit grabbed a handful of the pink fabric and ripped the panties off too. There was something animalistic in the clothes tearing that his drunk mind latched on to. Fuck, it felt good to shred his clothes.
Bjorn was too drunk to even notice the lube bottle thrown into the front seat as he was gagging for cock almost. His ass being wiggled in front of the ginger Brit, teasing and open for pounding. The Swede gasped loudly when he heard his panties get ripped off in Rekker's lust-filled rage. Fuck! Now he was going to have to get new panties! Or rather get Rekker to buy him some new ones. Lots of new ones.
"My fucking clothes! I'll have nothing left after you've shredded everything. You owe me, bitch!"
The blond couldn't help but groan at the feeling of having his clothes ripped by his hot lover though. Fuck, it made Bjorn's cock throb even harder which was hanging hard and hot between his pale thighs.
"I'll just keep you naked in my bed and ready to fuck like a harlot." Rekker's lust was raging. He wanted to rip off more clothing but the Swede was already naked. For a moment he admired the view, hands roughly caressing his lover's ass and hips. He looked so good eager and teasing.
Growling he grabbed on to the singer's hips and had to use his other to steady himself on the seat. He's so fucking drunk but painfully horny. One hard pull on his lover and he was shoved inside, moaning from the feeling of finally gettingbhis cock into Bjorn'stight ass.
"Fuck." The word came out as a moan while he tried to get his balance. He didn't care if they fell and started pounding Bjorn, rough and without restraint. Once he gets the rhythm Rekker let's go of those soft hips to get a handful of hair at the back of the Swede's head, using it as leverage to yank him back into the thrusts.
Did Bjorn want to lay in Rekker's bed all day like a slutty harlot? Of course he fucking did. The man was a trashy bitch and everyone knew it. Oh---that yank to his hair and the way the ginger thrust into his tight ass caused the singer to let out a loud yelp of pleasure mixed with a slight stinging pain. He was smashed but he could still feel the way Rekker's thick cock stretched his tight ring painfully.
"Oh fuck!---"
The Swede swore in his mother tongue and let out a slew of curses, gasping and pushing back into those thrusts. He wanted this badly and was now moaning like the whore he was. But he was Rekker's private whore, no one else's. His hands braced himself on the seat, grabbing onto whatever he could find for leverage as he let his ginger bastard fuck him roughly.
"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.
It didn't take long for the trashy Swede to start screaming loudly with pleasure, reaching around to grab some of Rekker's ginger hair, pulling whatever he could reach with his outstretched fingers. It felt so good to have his ginger bastard ramming into his tight ass with that hot cock of his and the roughness, well--that was fucking hot!
"Ahh---fuck! Don't stop, you fucking ginger bastard!--"
Bjorn whimpered and moaned long and loud, gasping with each powerful thrust Rekker offered, gasping for breath and feeling his orgasm near with every rough movement of the Brit behind him. His fingers moving to grab at any piece of skin he could find on the ginger, using his nails to rake down the other man's naked skin.
He's wild and out of control when drunk, and even more into pain. When Bjorn grabs at his hair the Brit turns his head into it, letting him get ahold of even more. The rough pulling getting deep moans from the ginger as he pounded his lover.
"Cum, you dirty bitch." He demanded but it was almost cut off by a needy moan when those nails caught his arm, raking down. "I want to fill your tight ass."
Those lusty whimpers were the hottest damned sounds, shoving Rekker closer to orgasm. Letting go of the bleach blond hair to get both hands on Bjorn's hips, more leverage giving him the ability to thrust even harder into his trashy bitch. As he pounded, his hands dug in and were probably going to leave hand prints bruised in the pale skin. He couldn't stop and his gasped moans were louder than ever. The windows of the car steamed up and foggy from the heat inside. They had to do this more often because it was so fucking lewd and sexy. Especially here with the car just parked on the side of the road near a busier area.
Bjorn screamed in pleasure at how rough Rekker was being with his thrusts. He wanted it. All of it. Just being filled with the ginger Brit's cock was sending shockwaves of pleasure through the Swede's body causing him to buck backwards and scratch any of Rekker's skin he could find.
"Then cum in my ass you rough fuck!--"
The Swede knew he wouldn't last long, not at this rough pace, and he was drunk as fuck so just moaned louder, feeling his muscles begin to clench up around his thighs. Shit! The bruises would feel so good in the morning because they were made by his ginger lover. He panted and let out a stream of expletives in his native tongue whilst throwing his head back, whining loudly.
The bucking and scratching was everything the Brit wanted. "You're fucking perfect."
In the haze of drunken lust, he felt it even more intensely than usual. Rekker was falling in love with the bitchy whore that he couldn't stop fucking. He threw his head back growling from the exertion of pounding the tight Swede. The Brit didn't have much in the way of nails but those last few rough thrusts had him scratching, digging his nails into the surely bruised, soft skin of the singer's hips as he rode out the orgasm. Slamming into his lover and holding Bjorn there as he filled his ass.
Growling, low and possessive, he leaned forward with one hand bracing him and the other slipping around Bjorn's waist. Panting he held on, kissing over the pale skin of his lover's shoulder as his sweat dampened hair started to spill forward. Damn he felt exhausted, slick with sweat, drunk, and wildly avaricious now that his lust was starting to feel satisfied.
Bjorn was a sweaty hot mess who just screamed loudly as he came, not being able to hold back his pleasure any longer. The singer arched up and clenched around his hot ginger's cock, moaning and panting, bucking wildly until he nearly fell onto the floor he was so drunk and horny. The Swede pushed his hair out of his face and realised his make-up was fucking ruined but he didn't care. The fucking felt so damn good.
"Oh honey---Rekker---fuck that was so good."
The kissing and touching felt nice just as the blond tried to catch his breath after coming so hard. Damn, the ginger was a rough fuck when he was smashed. Panting hard, Bjorn looked around and blew a kiss to Rekker drunkenly before he eventually slid off the Brit's cock to wrap both arms around his lover. He was fucking exhausted.
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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on 2021-10-20 08:14 pm (UTC)Bjorn was fucking trashed but he wanted to see if he could fuck Rekker inside of his car because that sounded hot. The singer slid a hand into the back of the metalhead's jeans as they walked out of the party and towards where the ginger had his Firebird parked. That beautiful car. Perfect for a sugar daddy to have.
"I'm not sure what I can do naked but---I want you, babe."
Speech slurring and his legs not wanting to work, Bjorn was practically using Rekker as a walking aid. Of course Hans had seen both men leave the party and had guessed they were about to get busy with one another. At least his drunken brother was in good hands.
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on 2021-10-20 08:26 pm (UTC)"I want to fuck you." His voice is thick with the British accent and slurred which probably makes him hard to understand but he doesn't care. Maybe they wouldn't be able to do much but just getting the Swede naked and against his skin would feel good.
Opening the car door he gave Bjorn a little push toward the inside and prepared to help him out of his boots and whatever else. Fuck the tight leather was going to be a bitch this drunk.
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on 2021-11-01 06:32 pm (UTC)Bjorn giggled loudly and then pulled on Rekker's ginger hair, almost using it as a rope to hold onto because he felt his right boot heel stumble a little as he nearly lost his balance. Oops! The singer then felt the nudge into the car as he went sprawling onto the seats, laughing and finding himself on his knees. He wiggled his ass into the air teasing his ginger lover.
"Come and get me, ginger bastard."
The singer tried to grab the seat to get up but failed and slipped onto his ass, giggling. It was a good thing Hans wasn't here to see all of this. That and the rest of his band.
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on 2021-11-01 09:01 pm (UTC)Rekker had awkwardly kicked off his shoes while Bjorn fumbled his way into the backseat. He was just tossing them on to the floorboards when he caught sight of that perfect ass in those tight pants. Rekker got a hold of those pants just as Bjorn started to fall, though he let go to climb in and close the door behind him.
"Get out of all this shit." Rekker turned and was kneeling precariously on the seat while grabbing for Bjorn's boots to pull them off. "I want your tight, bitchy, fucking ass."
At this rate, Bjorn's clothes might end up torn. The Brit is desperate.
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on 2021-11-08 09:54 pm (UTC)Bjorn was so drunk he couldn't really string a sentence together as he swayed and then burst out laughing trying to pull his tight heeled boots from his feet. Fuck, they were hard to get off drunk! Rekker was impatient and the Swede was totally smashed. He was now pulling at Bjorn's boots trying to get them off. Always a good start.
"Get your shit off too then, you grumpy ginger fuck."
The Swede sticking his tongue out and then felt himself pitch forwards onto the floor of the car as he was now wrestling with the ties on his pleather pants. They were tightly moulded to his thighs like a second skin.
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on 2021-11-08 10:07 pm (UTC)"Fuck!" It hurt but he paused long enough to yank off his jacket and throw it in the front seat. Then he yanked off the other boot. This one was easier because he noticed the zippers. Watching Bjorn flounder and the way he drew Rekker's eyes to his crotch while fumbling with the ties was too much.
"Fuck this shit. I want you." Rekker grabbed the side of Bjorn's pants at the waist, hands on either side of the seam, and ripped the seam open nearly to the knee. "You're a fucking hot bitch."
Rekker felt drunk, insane, wasn't thinking clearly or even at all. He wanted his lover and the fucking glam clothes were a bitch.
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on 2021-11-09 05:53 pm (UTC)Bjorn frowned a little when Rekker smashed his elbow into the door of the car. It was crazy. They were both very drunk and horny. That and their coordination was pretty much shot at this point because they could barely use their fingers or speak clearly. Bjorn slurring his words more than his ginger lover though because he'd drank shit loads.
"I know you want me, honey and I want you---hey! What the fuck! My pants!--"
The Swede gasped when he felt his pants rip down the side of the seam. Well fuck. They were totally ruined now and the singer would surely bitch about Rekker ruining his pleather glam pants. Huffing, the blond then reached around to slap the ginger's ass cheeks because he could.
"You're fucking paying for new ones after this."
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on 2021-11-09 07:22 pm (UTC)"Shut your fucking mouth." Rekker scolds but he's laughing from the slap on his ass. "I'll buy you five fucking pairs of whore pants if you ...."
Rekker growled and started trying to roughly pull off the the shreds of Bjorn's pants. "..Help me get this fucking shit off so I can fuck your ass."
Rekker's words are slurred, thick with his accent, hard to understand. His touch though as he rubs his calloused hands over the soft skin of the singer's hips is all lust and want.
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on 2021-11-16 08:27 pm (UTC)Bjorn giggled and loved how rough Rekker was being with him. Just goading the ginger on was part of the fun since he loved to get his own way, even smashed and drunk. The Brit sugar daddy would go shopping with him so he could get spoiled rotten. The Swede liked this idea and found it cute.
"It's not fucking shit---"
The singer squeaked and then kicked off the last remains of his pants and then removed his boots. The large heeled kinky boots kicked off behind his head. Feeling the guitarist's calloused hands over his hips caused the blond to moan lewdly. His own hands fumbling for the ginger's zipper on his pants.
"Mmmm----fuck me."
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on 2021-11-17 12:57 am (UTC)"It's shit while keeping my cock out of your tight ass." He grouched, leaning into the front seat while Bjorn fumbled with his zipper. He's hard beneath his jeans and lets out groans and quiet gasps every time those drunken hands brush up against him. After a moment, Rekker has found the lube he stashed in the center console of the car. He never carried this around before but with how eager they were to fuck constantly he had put little bottles all over; in the car, the bedside night stand, the bathroom cabinet, the hot tub cabinet, everywhere. It isn't fancy, colored, flavored, and scented, like the Swede carried around but Rekker had no interest in that part of it anyway.
"Pull me out you whore." He glanced down at Bjorn opening his belt and pants while struggling with his button down dress shirt. He snapped the buttons off at the wrists, listening to them bounce off somewhere in the car, but it got him out of his shirt faster and that was what mattered. The shirt got thrown into the front seat with his jacket. He could get another shirt, tomorrow.. or whenever the hell but right now he needed to fuck his lover. The rest didn't matter.
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on 2021-11-17 04:50 pm (UTC)Bjorn was so fucking drunk he was now defaulting back into his own tongue because thinking about using English meant he had to use his brain. That was fucked because of all the booze he had drunk at the party and also the drugs he'd taken before entering the bar. Would he feel like utter shit once he woke up? Oh yes. But it would be worth it for a rough fuck in the back of Rekker's fuck mobile.
"Fucking rude, babe. Don't demand."
The Swede stuck his tongue out and then nearly fall backwards because his legs were like jelly as he reached around to pull Rekker's erect cock free of his pants. Bjorn rid himself of the rest of his clothes until he was naked except for the pink frilly panties he wore underneath his now ruined pants. The Swede knew the Brit was going shopping for new clothes so ruining his own wasn't such a big deal to him anyway. The man was fucking rich anyway. The lube though---that was now part of everywhere they went because Rekker was a horn dog and wanted Bjorn fucking everywhere! Not that the singer was complaining at all.
"What? No strawberry flavoured lube? Aw fucking boring!"
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on 2021-11-17 05:24 pm (UTC)As soon as Bjorn pulled him free Rekker was lubing up his cock. The bottle, unneeded now, was thrown in the front.
"You won't be complaining when you're shoved full of my cock." Rekker paused and then figured he was going to have to buy Bjorn pants so why did anything else matter? The Brit grabbed a handful of the pink fabric and ripped the panties off too. There was something animalistic in the clothes tearing that his drunk mind latched on to. Fuck, it felt good to shred his clothes.
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on 2021-12-04 06:30 pm (UTC)Bjorn was too drunk to even notice the lube bottle thrown into the front seat as he was gagging for cock almost. His ass being wiggled in front of the ginger Brit, teasing and open for pounding. The Swede gasped loudly when he heard his panties get ripped off in Rekker's lust-filled rage. Fuck! Now he was going to have to get new panties! Or rather get Rekker to buy him some new ones. Lots of new ones.
"My fucking clothes! I'll have nothing left after you've shredded everything. You owe me, bitch!"
The blond couldn't help but groan at the feeling of having his clothes ripped by his hot lover though. Fuck, it made Bjorn's cock throb even harder which was hanging hard and hot between his pale thighs.
"Fuck me."
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on 2021-12-04 07:32 pm (UTC)Growling he grabbed on to the singer's hips and had to use his other to steady himself on the seat. He's so fucking drunk but painfully horny. One hard pull on his lover and he was shoved inside, moaning from the feeling of finally gettingbhis cock into Bjorn'stight ass.
"Fuck." The word came out as a moan while he tried to get his balance. He didn't care if they fell and started pounding Bjorn, rough and without restraint. Once he gets the rhythm Rekker let's go of those soft hips to get a handful of hair at the back of the Swede's head, using it as leverage to yank him back into the thrusts.
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on 2021-12-04 07:39 pm (UTC)"Oh fuck!---"
The Swede swore in his mother tongue and let out a slew of curses, gasping and pushing back into those thrusts. He wanted this badly and was now moaning like the whore he was. But he was Rekker's private whore, no one else's. His hands braced himself on the seat, grabbing onto whatever he could find for leverage as he let his ginger bastard fuck him roughly.
"Fuck me harder, you cock head! Ahhh---"
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on 2021-12-04 08:56 pm (UTC)"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.
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on 2021-12-04 09:13 pm (UTC)"Ahh---fuck! Don't stop, you fucking ginger bastard!--"
Bjorn whimpered and moaned long and loud, gasping with each powerful thrust Rekker offered, gasping for breath and feeling his orgasm near with every rough movement of the Brit behind him. His fingers moving to grab at any piece of skin he could find on the ginger, using his nails to rake down the other man's naked skin.
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on 2021-12-05 02:24 am (UTC)"Cum, you dirty bitch." He demanded but it was almost cut off by a needy moan when those nails caught his arm, raking down. "I want to fill your tight ass."
Those lusty whimpers were the hottest damned sounds, shoving Rekker closer to orgasm. Letting go of the bleach blond hair to get both hands on Bjorn's hips, more leverage giving him the ability to thrust even harder into his trashy bitch. As he pounded, his hands dug in and were probably going to leave hand prints bruised in the pale skin. He couldn't stop and his gasped moans were louder than ever. The windows of the car steamed up and foggy from the heat inside. They had to do this more often because it was so fucking lewd and sexy. Especially here with the car just parked on the side of the road near a busier area.
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on 2021-12-11 07:00 pm (UTC)Bjorn screamed in pleasure at how rough Rekker was being with his thrusts. He wanted it. All of it. Just being filled with the ginger Brit's cock was sending shockwaves of pleasure through the Swede's body causing him to buck backwards and scratch any of Rekker's skin he could find.
"Then cum in my ass you rough fuck!--"
The Swede knew he wouldn't last long, not at this rough pace, and he was drunk as fuck so just moaned louder, feeling his muscles begin to clench up around his thighs. Shit! The bruises would feel so good in the morning because they were made by his ginger lover. He panted and let out a stream of expletives in his native tongue whilst throwing his head back, whining loudly.
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on 2021-12-12 02:43 am (UTC)In the haze of drunken lust, he felt it even more intensely than usual. Rekker was falling in love with the bitchy whore that he couldn't stop fucking. He threw his head back growling from the exertion of pounding the tight Swede. The Brit didn't have much in the way of nails but those last few rough thrusts had him scratching, digging his nails into the surely bruised, soft skin of the singer's hips as he rode out the orgasm. Slamming into his lover and holding Bjorn there as he filled his ass.
Growling, low and possessive, he leaned forward with one hand bracing him and the other slipping around Bjorn's waist. Panting he held on, kissing over the pale skin of his lover's shoulder as his sweat dampened hair started to spill forward. Damn he felt exhausted, slick with sweat, drunk, and wildly avaricious now that his lust was starting to feel satisfied.
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on 2021-12-18 09:03 pm (UTC)Bjorn was a sweaty hot mess who just screamed loudly as he came, not being able to hold back his pleasure any longer. The singer arched up and clenched around his hot ginger's cock, moaning and panting, bucking wildly until he nearly fell onto the floor he was so drunk and horny. The Swede pushed his hair out of his face and realised his make-up was fucking ruined but he didn't care. The fucking felt so damn good.
"Oh honey---Rekker---fuck that was so good."
The kissing and touching felt nice just as the blond tried to catch his breath after coming so hard. Damn, the ginger was a rough fuck when he was smashed. Panting hard, Bjorn looked around and blew a kiss to Rekker drunkenly before he eventually slid off the Brit's cock to wrap both arms around his lover. He was fucking exhausted.
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on 2021-12-18 10:46 pm (UTC)"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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on 2022-01-01 07:15 pm (UTC)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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on 2022-01-01 08:48 pm (UTC)"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.