Viktor smirked and then got shoved forwards at the ass slap. The ginger was wound up and so was the punk, spoiling for a wrestling match to see who would come out on top. Both men were rowdy and Viktor was drunk.
"He doesn't seem the type to hurt anyone. Shy bastard. Maybe he won't be such a cock like the last wanker."
Shrugging, Viktor didn't really care because all he could think about was fighting with Rekker once they got home.
Viktor just flipped the ginger off and then pushed him as they walked back to the apartment. There would be rough, dominant sex tonight that was for sure because the punk was riled up, drunk and rowdy.
"I don't trust anyone either. But your ginger ass---I suppose I could."
Teasing, the punk yanked down on some of the guitarist's hair, grinning.
Rekker turned on Viktor for pulling his hair, grabbing both biceps and shoving him back toward the wall of whatever building was here along the street. It probably looked like they were about to break into a fist fight for anyone looking on.
The ginger's voice was quiet but aggressive. "Like you trust me to take care of your tight ass?"
He knew it took a lot of trust for the punk to give up control and he respected that aspect of whatever this was between the two of them.
The punk felt a breath get ripped from his lungs as he was now being shoved backwards against the hard wall behind them. The ginger's hands gripped around his biceps and that aggressive tone coming through. Viktor loved it when Rekker was like this; dominant, aggressive and combative.
"You can't wait for me to suck your fucking cock can you?"
Viktor was a secret sub but only for very few men; Rekker being one of those. He acted dominant and often was but he submitted for someone who was equal or stronger than him.
The gasp from the younger Brit when he hit the wall was a turn on. Rekker would never actually hurt Viktor much but sometimes he got close.
"You going to be a good little bitch tonight?" Rekker knew those words pissed the blonde off most of the time and laughed as he let go of the punk. Watching Viktor give in was part of what turned the ginger on. The cockiness break down to begging and screaming drove the guitarist crazy with lust. He started walking because they were almost to his apartment and they needed to get there before one of them forgot they were in public.
Viktor hated being called a little bitch because he was a rough street punk who liked fire and could beat people up. Bitch was a girl's name, wasn't it? The younger man growled and then bit down on Rekker's shoulder for that remark. Did Viktor have an ego the size of LA? Oh yes.
"I'm no one's bitch."
Bullshit. Viktor knew he was Rekker's but didn't want to admit it.
Viktor secretly loved being manhandled by Rekker as it was the thrill of getting rough with another man who was similar strength and stature to him. No one else came close to being this rowdy and aggressive and Viktor loved it.
"Fuck off do I."
The punk growled the words and then huffed a little when he got shoved into the corner. Dirty thoughts now whirling around Viktor's head when Rekker mentioned fucking him over the table. He did offer a slight smirk though because the ginger knew he loved it.
"You're full of bullshit." He grabbed Viktor by the hair and shoved him into the apartment. The Ginger slamming the door behind himself and ready to fight. Viktor has him on the verge of snapping and it shows in the way he's coming after the blonde.
Viktor cried out at the hair grab but secretly loved how rough Rekker was being with him as always. Their foreplay consisting of biting, punching, pulling, and wrestling. It was so fucking hot. The punk cracking the bones in his neck as he readied himself to get into a fight with Rekker.
"You want my ass? Come and get it, ginger boy."
The punk smirking and getting into a fight-ready position.
IT wasn't a secret to Rekker. He knew because he loved pain too, the biting especially. He didn't care that Viktor was getting into a fighting stance. Fighting was the last thing on Rekker's mind though he knew the damned blonde was going to make him fight.
"I could leave you horny." Rekker smirked and grabbed Viktor's crotch roughly, though he's ready with his other hand to deflect a punch if he has to.
Viktor couldn't help but let out a sultry growl at having his crotch grab so instantly launched himself at Rekker, biting down on the man's shoulder. Yes, the punk was horny and wanted the ginger right now.
"Fuck---"
The punk grabbed some of Rekker's hair, pulling on it as he then aimed a punch at the ginger's guts, not aggressively but more playful.
Rekker started to growl when he was bit, pushing against the blonde. Maybe that punch hit and maybe it didn't, Rekker would take a hit to get ahold of Viktor's wrist so he could shove him against the wall.
"That's what I'm going to do." Rekker's snarling and doing his best to use his body weight to pin his lover there against the wall. "Fuck your bitchy, punk ass."
Viktor felt Rekker pin his wrist to the wall as he then aimed a headbutt at the ginger's chest. Was the punk about to be fucked against the wall? Possibly. Viktor never wanted to be seen as the weak submissive one so always put up a fight.
"Make me."
The blond cried out when he felt Rekker shove him against the wall, using his weight to pin him. It was so fucking hot Viktor wanted it because he was still riled up after their playfight in the club.
"Are you going to fuck me against the wall and cum up my ass?"
Rekker got used to the headbutting, though it still hurt, especially when he caught him on the collar bone.
"Is that what you want, little bitch?" Rekker took a biting kiss from the blonde and started to moan though he was still growling. He pushed harder, shoving his hips against Viktor's.
Viktor reached around to grab Rekker's ass, squeezing his cheeks through the denim of his pants. Fuck, he needed to get naked now! The ginger needed to be naked too. Shoving his crotch against Rekker's, Viktor ground up against him, moaning deeply because he was so hard right now.
"Maybe. How about you find out, bastard?"
The punk kissed Rekker roughly and then bit down on his lower lip.
Viktor threw off his t-shirt and then helped Rekker yank open his pants and then shove them down his thighs. He wasn't wearing any underwear so his cock sprang free, hot and stiff between his legs. The punk growled and then pulled Rekker's own pants open, ripping them down his own legs and onto the floor.
"Fuck me you cockhead."
The blond gasped and then bit down onto Rekker's shoulder once more, hard enough to draw a few spots of blood.
Things were desperate and usually Viktor didn't give in this quickly. Rekker wasn't going to argue. He threw off his coat, though he grabbed the lube out of his pocket. His shirt went on the floor too while Viktor was yanking his pants open.
"Turn around." Rekker demanded but he's still groaning from the way his lip is throbbing and the taste of blood. Rekker leaned in and gave the Brit a bit to his lip, sure it would smear blood on Viktor's face but it was hot.
Viktor didn't usually give in this quickly, it was more he was horny and desperate. Turning around to face the wall with his palms flat against the wall, Viktor growled once more and waited for Rekker to lube his ass up. Fuck, he was hard!
"Fuck you."
The insults were playful and something both men shared during sex and daily banter with one another.
Rekker found it hot when Viktor gave in, whether it was fast or took most of the night. He was already lubing his fingers up for Viktor.
"I know you want to fuck me." Rekker kissed up the side of Viktor's neck, biting him as he shove his fingers in to start getting his lover ready. "You're so fucking hot against the wall."
Viktor moaned loudly when he felt Rekker bite the side of his neck. He couldn't help it because he was horny and wanted this. The fingers shoving in caused the punk to arch up and spread his legs even more, growling in the back of his throat.
"Ngh---fuck!"
Those neck bites felt so good and Viktor wanted more.
Rekker felt his lover shifting and smirked. "You're a horny little bitch tonight?"
The ginger shoved Viktor's hair out of the way so he could kiss and bite his way down the blonde's shoulder. "Are you going to beg and scream tonight?"
They did torment each other but it was loving, or rather a way to build lust. Rekker's so attracted to Viktor at this point that it doesn't take much to wind him up.
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Part of the fun of being with Viktor was smashing his cockiness. Rekker gave Viktor a hard slap on the ass for the bite. He deserved it.
The comment about Missy brought a frown to the ginger as he shoved Viktor away. "If he hurts her I'll skin his fucking ass."
There's a protective anger there that Rekker couldn't suppress, especially not after Missy's most recent husband.
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Viktor smirked and then got shoved forwards at the ass slap. The ginger was wound up and so was the punk, spoiling for a wrestling match to see who would come out on top. Both men were rowdy and Viktor was drunk.
"He doesn't seem the type to hurt anyone. Shy bastard. Maybe he won't be such a cock like the last wanker."
Shrugging, Viktor didn't really care because all he could think about was fighting with Rekker once they got home.
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Rekker started to laugh at the other Brit. Rekker wasn't going to give in. If he had his way it would always be Viktor getting pinned.
"I don't trust anyone." He didn't and he would remain suspicious for a long time.
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"I don't trust anyone either. But your ginger ass---I suppose I could."
Teasing, the punk yanked down on some of the guitarist's hair, grinning.
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The ginger's voice was quiet but aggressive. "Like you trust me to take care of your tight ass?"
He knew it took a lot of trust for the punk to give up control and he respected that aspect of whatever this was between the two of them.
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The punk felt a breath get ripped from his lungs as he was now being shoved backwards against the hard wall behind them. The ginger's hands gripped around his biceps and that aggressive tone coming through. Viktor loved it when Rekker was like this; dominant, aggressive and combative.
"You can't wait for me to suck your fucking cock can you?"
Viktor was a secret sub but only for very few men; Rekker being one of those. He acted dominant and often was but he submitted for someone who was equal or stronger than him.
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"You going to be a good little bitch tonight?" Rekker knew those words pissed the blonde off most of the time and laughed as he let go of the punk. Watching Viktor give in was part of what turned the ginger on. The cockiness break down to begging and screaming drove the guitarist crazy with lust. He started walking because they were almost to his apartment and they needed to get there before one of them forgot they were in public.
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Viktor hated being called a little bitch because he was a rough street punk who liked fire and could beat people up. Bitch was a girl's name, wasn't it? The younger man growled and then bit down on Rekker's shoulder for that remark. Did Viktor have an ego the size of LA? Oh yes.
"I'm no one's bitch."
Bullshit. Viktor knew he was Rekker's but didn't want to admit it.
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"You love being my bitch." Rekker pressed on close, pinning Viktor in that corner. "I bet you want bent over the table while I fuck you."
He winked at Viktor then turned away to unlock the door. He needed them both to be inside before he snapped and did something lewd in public.
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"Fuck off do I."
The punk growled the words and then huffed a little when he got shoved into the corner. Dirty thoughts now whirling around Viktor's head when Rekker mentioned fucking him over the table. He did offer a slight smirk though because the ginger knew he loved it.
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Viktor cried out at the hair grab but secretly loved how rough Rekker was being with him as always. Their foreplay consisting of biting, punching, pulling, and wrestling. It was so fucking hot. The punk cracking the bones in his neck as he readied himself to get into a fight with Rekker.
"You want my ass? Come and get it, ginger boy."
The punk smirking and getting into a fight-ready position.
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"I could leave you horny." Rekker smirked and grabbed Viktor's crotch roughly, though he's ready with his other hand to deflect a punch if he has to.
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"Fuck---"
The punk grabbed some of Rekker's hair, pulling on it as he then aimed a punch at the ginger's guts, not aggressively but more playful.
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"That's what I'm going to do." Rekker's snarling and doing his best to use his body weight to pin his lover there against the wall. "Fuck your bitchy, punk ass."
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"Make me."
The blond cried out when he felt Rekker shove him against the wall, using his weight to pin him. It was so fucking hot Viktor wanted it because he was still riled up after their playfight in the club.
"Are you going to fuck me against the wall and cum up my ass?"
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"Is that what you want, little bitch?" Rekker took a biting kiss from the blonde and started to moan though he was still growling. He pushed harder, shoving his hips against Viktor's.
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"Maybe. How about you find out, bastard?"
The punk kissed Rekker roughly and then bit down on his lower lip.
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"I'm going to." But that bite. Rekker was yanking the front of Viktor's pants open. He's ready and hot. Fuck all these clothes.
"Are you turning around or.. am I forcing you to give me your ass?" Rekker snarked against Viktor's neck and them bit his earlobe.
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"Fuck me you cockhead."
The blond gasped and then bit down onto Rekker's shoulder once more, hard enough to draw a few spots of blood.
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"Turn around." Rekker demanded but he's still groaning from the way his lip is throbbing and the taste of blood. Rekker leaned in and gave the Brit a bit to his lip, sure it would smear blood on Viktor's face but it was hot.
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"Fuck you."
The insults were playful and something both men shared during sex and daily banter with one another.
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"I know you want to fuck me." Rekker kissed up the side of Viktor's neck, biting him as he shove his fingers in to start getting his lover ready. "You're so fucking hot against the wall."
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"Ngh---fuck!"
Those neck bites felt so good and Viktor wanted more.
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The ginger shoved Viktor's hair out of the way so he could kiss and bite his way down the blonde's shoulder. "Are you going to beg and scream tonight?"
They did torment each other but it was loving, or rather a way to build lust. Rekker's so attracted to Viktor at this point that it doesn't take much to wind him up.
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