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3/10/21 20:43 (UTC)Rekker agreed easily but at that gasp was something else. Then those hands were in his hair, soft and working through his hair. The Brit moaned but his panic was at a fever pitch inside, fighting with the arousal of the Swede so close. Rekker slid his hand farther around to the Swede's low back, his hands rough compared to the singer's soft skin.
"You're still a fucking bitch." Rekker teased but his other hand is already in Bjorn's hair, around the back and pulling him in for a kiss. The anxiety, as much as the arousal, has Rekker's breath shallow and fast. The kiss is wanting, needy and just a little rough. It causes the Brit to shake as his nerves fray due to the intimate contact. Why the fuck did his meds act so slowly? That anger helping to quell the anxiety.