"Want it hurt?" He laughs at the Brit. The wet and leather was going to leave such marks on his ass and he couldn't help but imagine seeing the bare assed bruises in his bed come morning.

"Trust. Make sure you feel good until you fall asleep." With how bad Vars wanted the Brit the sex was going to be rough, exhausting and just what they both seemed to want and need.

Vars twisted his hand in the long, soft hair until he was pinning the singer to the seat of the limo by his hair. He didn't stop, a few more slaps and then more ice, the sting of cold and then even more when the leather of his gloves hit the wet skin again. He felt out of his mind with want and knew it was going to get rougher. He didn't have the longest nails but he paused in the ass beating to rake them over the hot, red welted prints on the Brit's ass.