Rekker ran his fingers down that trail of hair with a grin.

"I am because you're mine." The Brit can't say anything more because the raking nails pulls a lusty moan from him. Every time the Swedish singer got his nails on the guitarist's skin he couldn't control himself. "You redid your nails."

Rekker could feel when Bjorn had reshaped them. It always made them feel better, sharper, digging into his skin. As soon as he catches his breath Rekker goes back to kissing on Bjorn's skin; down the hip and to the inner thigh. Sure, he's being a tease but Bjorn deserved it for how much he was a tease most days.