"I am." Rekker shot back while tossing the boots aside. "I didn't rip anything off."

Laughing quietly, Rekker grabbed the waist of Bjorn's pants and roughly pulled those off too, though he is careful not to rip them. It left the Swedish singer sprawled out naked on their bed. Rekker paused a moment to admire all the smooth pale skin while tossing the pants aside with the boots.

"You're so fucking hot, whore." Crawling into bed, and aiming to get on top of the singer, the Brit stopped to kiss around his navel and give the soft skin just below a playful nip. Rekker felt high as the reality set in. Bjorn wanted to stay.