Hans Larsson

"Oh, but you've already got a private one now, honey. Me."

Bjorn stepped up closer towards Rekker, not touching but standing very close behind the metalhead, smiling and wanting to touch that red hair once more. It was such a fucking tease! That and having the man naked in front of him. The Swede could hardly contain himself and knew he'd have to because Rekker wasn't like the normal men he'd met. The poor man was sick and needed to be treated carefully.

"Make it nice and shiny, babe. I trust you on this."

The singer winking and then gently brushing past the Brit to step into the shower first, offering a full view of his body.