"Ask. Know how fly." Vars could just get them plane tickets too for that matter. If going home was what Viktor needed then he would find a way for it to happen.

He couldn't think about it now though with Viktor grinding against him. He tossed his cane down beside the tree so he could grab on to Viktor, legs spreading as he shifted where he was pinned. The sheer primal way that Viktor was coming at him and the knowledge that Viktor needed control had Vars submitting, probably for the first time, to the Brit. His head back against the tree, he started panting, moaning at the bites to his skin while he grabbed Viktor's ass and pulled him in, shoving their bodies roughly together.