"You are beautiful like Norrsken. The Northern Lights."

Erik's eyes flashed in a cheeky way but he meant every word. Just seeing Robert's face morph into pleasure and then seeing his smile---it warmed the Swede's heart. It was also so fucking erotic. Those hands in his hair---they felt so good he wanted more of that touch.

"I like your hands in my hair, sötnos. They feel nice."

The guitarist leant into the kiss then caressed his palm along Robert's cheek.