"I---yeah. Hans punched and smashed those fuckheads faces in when they made fun of me. Sigurd was there too when we were touring around. He was the dad defending us all and clearing up all the shit afterwards. I do owe him a fucking lot."

Bjorn giggled a little when Rekker kissed his ring-clad hand, loving how cute they could get in between all the fiery rough sex they had. The intimate romantic times were if not more important and the Swede loved all the attention he got, practically bathing in it.

"Am I really that demanding, ginger bastard? I love and want you too, Rekker Sterling. Forever. Time can suck cock because no one is going to die!"

The Swede grabbing Rekker's face and planting his pouty lips onto the Brit's in a rough kiss. He was wearing cherry lip-gloss today and wondered if Rekker could taste it on his own lips.