Robert pulled harder on his lover's hair, arching up off the bed as he sucked harder. The touch and tongue felt so good that the Brit was moaning loud, near crying out in pleasure. Robert's eyes fluttered shut against the pleasure. His hands moved down through Erik's hair, stroking his neck, sighing.

"Bloody hell your mouth!"

The last of those words were lost on him not that he could think much at all when Erik's mouth slid back down on his length. It brought another long groan but those nails took the shred of control Robert had left. He grabbed a fist full of Erik's hair And started pumping his cock into his lover's mouth. The Brit moaned out his lover's name as he shoved in spilling cum down the Swede's throat with little quakes of his hips as he empties out.