Hans Larsson

"Fuck! One trashy bitch in my house is enough." Rekker smiled at the insult to the singer but it's all a game right now and nothing said was all that serious.

"No more than you." He bit the Swede again, groaning with pleasure as those nails dug in. "You're a dirty fucking whore."

The pull was hard enough that Rekker looked up from underneath his mass of ginger curls, shaking them out of his face, a technique he learned well on the stage. The Brit loved pain but if the Swede started to beg that would be a turn on too. Straining against the hands in his hair, Rekker ran a rough hand all the way down the inside of Bjorn's thigh, being an utter tease about it by avoiding any contact with this cock.

"Are you enough of a whore to fuck dry?" It was an important question as well as a tease before the Brit laid up over the lithe singer and pressed into a kiss on those irresistbly pouty lips.