"That would be me then, Gingerlocks. Admit it, you love having me around."

Maybe he was a dirty fucking whore but Bjorn liked it that way. He loved being the centre of attention on and off the stage, wearing what the hell he wanted and always something that got stares. Now, he was wanting to be fucked senseless by his Brit metalhead. But being fucked dry? No. He was never a fan of that after trying it once with a partner and waking up so fucking sore after.

"No, babe. Lube me up. You're so fucking big I need to be prepared."

Bjorn pulled Rekker in for a needy kiss as he bit the man's lower lip drawing a little blood. The man loved pain. At least that was what the Swede had gathered so far.