Viktor was going to be rough on Vars during their fuck because this is how the punks had sex. It wasn't the usual lovey dovey shit that others did---no this was how strong warrior men did it. The Brit groaning as he began thrusting into Vars; the tightness surrounding his sheathed cock pulled a needy moan out of his mouth.

"Fuck! You're tight---"

The Brit bit down onto the bassist's arm and left some teeth marks. They would show up for a good number of days and Viktor liked the idea of that. Marking his lover just as Vars marked him when he got fucked. Moaning deeply, the singer grabbed the Norwegian by the waist, thrusting into him roughly, feeling the heat build slowly between his legs. He had wanted this, needed this, ever since storming out of the hotel in a huge fucking rage. The hair pulling just had Viktor smiling and enjoying the roughness of their fuck but careful of Vars' leg.