Hans Larsson

"You've got a hot ginger ass and I want it to be all mine."

The Swede shooting the ginger a coy glance because he could be a possessive bitch at times and act like a spoiled brat when he wanted something. As soon as Rekker kissed him the singer moved in even closer, almost climbing onto the metalhead's lap. He couldn't help it; he wanted this. He had one leg over and decided to fuck it and do it.

"Mmmm---you smell nice."

In one swift move Bjorn was now straddling Rekker's lap, legs on either side as he giggled and then nuzzled into the Brit's neck. He couldn't keep himself restrained any longer and had to be closer to the older man. Just sitting in the man's lap was doing things to Bjorn's body, causing him to heat up and become even more aroused. His cock waking up and twitching into life. Then, the singer was capturing Rekker's lips in a hot, passionate kiss, groaning and grounding a little in the Brit's lap.