Things were desperate and usually Viktor didn't give in this quickly. Rekker wasn't going to argue. He threw off his coat, though he grabbed the lube out of his pocket. His shirt went on the floor too while Viktor was yanking his pants open.
"Turn around." Rekker demanded but he's still groaning from the way his lip is throbbing and the taste of blood. Rekker leaned in and gave the Brit a bit to his lip, sure it would smear blood on Viktor's face but it was hot.
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"Turn around." Rekker demanded but he's still groaning from the way his lip is throbbing and the taste of blood. Rekker leaned in and gave the Brit a bit to his lip, sure it would smear blood on Viktor's face but it was hot.