He wasn't going to stop, not now that he was getting those screams he wanted to hear. He kept going until the blonde calmed and had finished, then let go of his cock to wrap his arm around his midsection. Pulling the Swede close to kiss his neck and lips.

As much as he wanted to continue holding his lover it is too fucking hot. Sliding out of Bjorn, Rekker rolls onto his back beside him while panting heavily. His chest and cheeks flushed hot red as he tries to push back his hair stuck all over his sweat soaked body.

"Fuck." It's all he can say while trying to catch his breath but his hand doesn't stay away long. Laying there he reaches over to stroke whatever part of Bjorn is convenient; hip, thigh, side, whatever. He wants the contact despite being desperate to cool off.