"You will." Vars wasn't backing down, not after being tossed on the table. He pulled off one if his boots and threw it at Viktor while he was undressing, then slipped off the other.

"Not afraid of anything, not your tiny, girly cock." If Viktor wanted to goad, Vars would deal it back in spades. It took him a little longer to work off the belt and chains before shoving his leathers down to the floor. He has no shame, sitting there in tight black boxer briefs, completely hard. He gave Viktor a side long look while he drank from the champagne bottle. The Brit hot enough to cause the punk's cock to pulse.

"Thought punk enough to show." He snarks then slides his own briefs off. Vars has a huge scar in his thigh that shows part of the thigh muscle is gone and another long, ragged scar down the outside of his calf and knee. These were all from his bike accident.