Hans Larsson

"The fucking bastard you're desperate to fuck, you bitch."

He did like to listen to the Swede get all bitchy with him. It was funny for sure and oddly helped keep his mood up when they verbally nipped at each other. Rekker leans up on one elbow when Bjorn rolls away.

This time when Rekker grabbed the Swede around the waist it wasn't to toss him but to yank him in. One strong arm pinning the singer's back to his chest while Rekker worked one handed to open and pour the lube onto his other hand. He has amazing dexterity but the bottle does get tossed onto the near by chair. Those lube covered fingers are instantly between those soft, girly ass cheeks.

"You ready to scream like a bitch." Rekker growled into Bjorn's ear as his hair started falling across the Swede's shoulder as he leaned in, pressing closer and working his fingers into that tight ring. He wants to rush because he's wound up tight right now.