"I still with pretty boy when old devil." Vars looked up at Viktor over him and couldn't hide the love he felt for the bastard. It caused his chest to tighten with fear but he couldn't deny it either. He'd been thinking about it, about being with Viktor for years. It was how the Norwegian fell in love, completely with eternal loyalty until the end or the other broke it.

The pinning pulled a growl from Vars even in submission he wasn't a passive man. He took a handful of hair, yanking Viktor into the kiss as soon as their lips touched. Those first few breaths came through clenched teeth but soon turned to pants as Viktor bit down and buried himself deep into Vars. Though, he didn't stay still and pushed against Viktor. Now that Viktor had him down he wanted fucked and if the other punk didn't start soon he was going to get a nasty bite to the lips.