"You like sitting on me? Maybe you'd like to sit in my lap, you horny Norwegian wanker."
Viktor was laughing now as he was enjoying himself just playing rough and tumble with the Norwegian. Both both men knew this was far more than a simple wrestling competition. It was a battle for sexual dominance and Vars seemed to be winning so far. Was the Brit letting the bassist dominate him? Perhaps. Yet, fuck would he admit that.
The fingers in the hair pulled a rather embarrassing noise from the singer, who grunted and enjoyed having his long strands yanked on. Did Vars have a kink for that? Who knew. Viktor just stared up at the other man and growled.
"Pretty boy? If anyone's the pretty boy it's you, shorty. I'm bigger than you. Like fuck do I spend the night yanking myself."
Was Viktor pretty? Maybe. Sadly, it was true what Vars was saying. Viktor did spend a lot of time alone jerking off. Now, he could have some company. Was the Norwegian outright flirting? It sounded like it.
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Viktor was laughing now as he was enjoying himself just playing rough and tumble with the Norwegian. Both both men knew this was far more than a simple wrestling competition. It was a battle for sexual dominance and Vars seemed to be winning so far. Was the Brit letting the bassist dominate him? Perhaps. Yet, fuck would he admit that.
The fingers in the hair pulled a rather embarrassing noise from the singer, who grunted and enjoyed having his long strands yanked on. Did Vars have a kink for that? Who knew. Viktor just stared up at the other man and growled.
"Pretty boy? If anyone's the pretty boy it's you, shorty. I'm bigger than you. Like fuck do I spend the night yanking myself."
Was Viktor pretty? Maybe. Sadly, it was true what Vars was saying. Viktor did spend a lot of time alone jerking off. Now, he could have some company. Was the Norwegian outright flirting? It sounded like it.
"You want to fuck me, Spiky?"