Hans Larsson

"Some people say I am and my brother does but I don't fucking care. I am who I am and won't change."

Bjorn just smiled fondly at the Brit as he began rinsing out his ginger hair. Of course the Swede would let Rekker do this properly since soap in the eyes was not fun and stung like a bitch. So, instead, he just let his finger tip play along the man's chest lightly, creating a wet trail along the light hairs.

"You're a grumpy bastard but my grumpy ginger bastard."

The Swede unable to stop flirting since they had now kissed. The closeness felt nice and Bjorn wanted more. Oh, did he. At least the metalhead hadn't bolted or thrown the singer out of his house. That was something at least. He would wait until Rekker had gotten the soap out before touching and kissing the Brit once more.