Viktor smirked at the Norwegian words now knowing what fucking hell meant. He liked learning new words with Vars even during rough play and sex. Especially during times like these. He stood up and began pulling off his t-shirt and then unbuckling his belt just watching his hot lover slipping out of his own clothes.
"Fuck, you're hot."
The bottle of lube smacking him straight in the chest causing the punk to grab it and laugh. The roughness was still there as was the dominance. He loved how dominant Vars was and that every time they fought or fucked it was like a playfight. Pushing his leather pants down his thighs, Viktor kicked them into the pile of clothes by the tree trunk and was now just in his black boxers. Moving towards Vars, he punched the man in the chest and kissed his lips roughly.
His throbbing manhood tenting his underwear causing a groan to escape his lips when it brushed against Vars' leg.
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"Fuck, you're hot."
The bottle of lube smacking him straight in the chest causing the punk to grab it and laugh. The roughness was still there as was the dominance. He loved how dominant Vars was and that every time they fought or fucked it was like a playfight. Pushing his leather pants down his thighs, Viktor kicked them into the pile of clothes by the tree trunk and was now just in his black boxers. Moving towards Vars, he punched the man in the chest and kissed his lips roughly.
His throbbing manhood tenting his underwear causing a groan to escape his lips when it brushed against Vars' leg.