"You are a trashy, hard to handle, slutty, little bitch." Rekker leaned in and gave the Swede a gentle kiss. He could almost feel the emotions before the Swede started to cry.

Rekker pulled up his hand with the new ring and kissed the fingers. "But this... sure the fuck isn't what you do for someone worthless." Then he whispered. "You're not worthless, luv."

He slid off Bjorn to lay beside him and hold him. Sex could wait. The Brit knew all too well what it was for emotions to derail your whole mood to the point it felt out of control. He'd hold him, stroking his back and hair, as long as he needed. However, he didn't want his own emotions to crash out.

"I see you getting all this fucking glitter in my hair." He teased but his strong arms are holding the blonde tightly, protectively. "Is this you trying to get me wet in the shower?"

The joke is light but meaningful as he presses a kiss to the top of Bjorn's head. A random glitter filled shower was how this all started anyway.