Viktor didn't care about the spiked clothes or glass on the floor because he was too wrapped up in the Norwegian now currently on top of him. He was loving it all. They were naked and wrestling on the floor of Ziggy's limo. Poor Robert might have to drive around a bit before they got back to the hotel at this rate.

"Sometimes, yeah. Do you?"

The Brit pulled Vars' hair and kissed the other punk roughly on the lips before wrapping both strong legs around the shorter man's body. Fuck. His hard cock rubbing up against Var's own one creating friction, as a soft gasp slipped out of Viktor's lips as he was now uncontrollably horny. The bastard was on top of him and wasn't letting up.

"You want to fuck me here in the limo, Spiky?"

Viktor's voice came out raspy and deep, panting slightly.