Hans Larsson

"If anyone is being the bitch with an owned ass, it's you." Rekker teased but there's some dominance there. He didn't bottom at all, even when he'd been with other masculine men. This bitchy little glam princess certainly wasn't going to be anything but the bottom.

The Brit laughed as the Swede slid into his lap. He pressed his own hands to Bjorn's hips and around loosely to his low back. It was definitely getting hot in the tub as Rekker pressed a couple kisses to the center of the Swede's chest. The heat of the kiss got a moan from the Brit who pulled down on Bjorn's hips, forcing him to grind down harder.

When the kiss broke Rekker pushed back his hair and smirked. "What are you doing? Giving me a half assed lap dance?" That was a prod purposefully to see if the Swede would do it or not. "Unless you're not as slutty as you claim to be."