Hans Larsson

Her? So, his ex had been a girl. Bjorn did wonder if Rekker liked blonds or girly boys but it seemed he liked women too. But, he didn't want to think about that. Anyone else could fuck off because this was his private time with his ginger bastard. A drenched clown? The Swede snorted in amusement but could understand the guitarist's words.

"Oh yeah? Well, how about you turn me into a glam queen, babe. Make me look pretty again and smell nice."

Bjorn wondered how long he could last without touching Rekker for five minutes. Fuck! Five minutes. He wanted to reach out and pull on the Brit's wet ginger tresses. Hands itching to slide down that chest too. The fingers now threading back into his scalp had the singer gasping and then offering up a small moan of pleasure because it was so relaxing.

"You look so fucking hot wet."

The Swede stepped closer just as Rekker had finished applying the oil to his hair. Their bodies naked and wet. Bjorn's eyes glancing down to where the metalhead's cock hung. It was such a sight.