Hans Larsson

"I'm not forcing you to accept it or stare at my ass." Rekker was falling onto tormenting the Swede. He didn't always sound as playful as he was but this was his comfort coming through. The touch felt good and left him leaning in toward the singer.

The tension of the elevator was long gone though his own nerves over fucking things up lingered. Socially he's always blamed himself for people leaving, even his parents who openly told him they didn't want him.

Those thoughts were well in the back of his mind once Bjorn's soft hand was making its way up his leg. Those lips were irresistible and he took a rough kiss as his hand slipped over the outside of Bjorn's thighs to pull him closer.