Hans Larsson

"I'll always be a bitchy whore just for you, Gingerlocks."

A finger came out of the mass of wet ginger hair to tap at Rekker's nose playfully before delving his fingers back into the soapy mass once more, massaging and hopefully cleaning. Oh, it felt so good and the Brit's hair was so fucking long! How did he manage to wash it all by himself? Bjorn just wanted to spend all evening inside the shower washing and touching Rekker's hair.

Then, he felt that hand move further behind so that it was now on his low back. Oh. The Swede giggled and the gasped. Fuck, it was hot. The hand in the hair got the singer going wide-eyed and then the kiss happened.

Oh.

Bjorn whimpered a little and then moved a hand out of Rekker's hair to slide down low behind his back, pulling the metalhead closer so that their bodies touched. He leaned into the kiss, deepening it slightly but not going too rough in case the man bolted. Oh, but it felt wonderful.