Hans Larsson

That squeak of surprise felt good. The Brit was getting out of his mind and for once it wasn't his anger or paranoia.

"I'll growl if you're as much of a whore as you bitch about being." Truth was the Swede wouldn't have to do much of anything. Rekker's horny enough that there's going to be growling. The little sounds from the singer, gasping in his arms, had him stop and stroke himself to lube up his cock. He felt it, like tearing into the singer.

"You're such a slut." And Rekker loved it, grabbing a hold of Bjorn's hips, he yanked him back until his cock was pressed up tight to the ring he was desperate to shove open, one push from either of them and he'd be inside. The desire to tease the flirty bitch of a singer stops him from just shoving in. He wants to watch Bjorn moan and wind up farther.