Hans Larsson

"You are the one inviting me into your hot tub naked, babe. Teasing me walking with your naked ginger ass on show for me."

The singer winked at Rekker and then slid an arm around the metalhead's shoulders gently just sidling up that bit closer so that his fingers could play with some hair while they sat together. How was the Brit feeling now? Was he nervous? Bjorn hoped he was calm and better than when they were in the elevator. That felt like a lifetime ago now due to where they were now.

"It tickles. The jets. The bubbles feel nice against my ass."

Of course he had to make a crude remark because Bjorn was trash. That hand though---it had him gasping and making a little pleased sound. Oh, so he was going to get handsy was he? Then, the Swede would also make a move by placing his hand on Rekker's own thigh, running up towards his crotch, just stopping shy of it and squeezing his inner thigh.