"You're going to call me that name until I'm fucking old, aren't you?"

Viktor laughed and then gasped at the bite to the neck, loving the roughness he had come to expect from Vars. No other bloke could come close to the Norwegian and that made the bassist all that more special. The Brit gripping Vars around the bicep with his hand, squeezing and then offering a bite to his lover's collarbone. He wanted Vars to submit to him then he could finally fuck his lover.

"I'll wear you out so you can't fucking walk for the next week."

Panting and gasping, Viktor yanked off his underwear, releasing his stiff cock, feeling some of the pressure release.