Hans Larsson

"You sure you aren't always a bitchy whore?"

Admittedly, it did take a lot of time to care for his hair but it was worth it to the Brit, especially now that the singer hand his fingers in it.

That little whimper into the kiss got a rough bite to the singer's pouty lower lip. Rekker had been thinking about how full they were even when he wanted to slap the singer in the mouth, he still thought about them. He might bolt but for the moment his nerves are being outcompeted by the feeling of the soft wet skin of the singer against his own.

Panting he breaks away to push his hair back. Getting soap in his eyes would ruin everything for sure. Even if his anxiety is kept at bay the worry isn't. Breaths heavy he smiles briefly before pushing his hands into his own hair to get the soap out. He hasn't moved away from Bjorn and that might be a tease but who cared? He was more concerned about his eyes burning and causing an interruption.