Vars lets up and lets go of Viktor's hair so he can catch his breath. The hand, so recently beating the singer's ass, is now gently stroking the red and, no doubt, stinging ass. He pressed a kiss to Viktor's low back and just behind his ear. They are warm kisses between the roughness.

"Pretty boy like hand." He whispers while he pulls off the leather gloves, then his bare hand is back on the Brit's warm ass. "Catch breath then see if like cock too."

Vars left his hand there on Viktor's back, touching lightly. After an orgasm from pain, touch and time were needed to recover. Even as horny as he is, he knows Viktor needs it. While he waits, Vars pulls out the drawer under the seat. He'd seen the others in it and there are an assortment of things; from lighters and drugs to random things, but what he is looking for is soon found... a bottle of unflavored and unscented lube left there by the crazy Fin. They'll need it. Setting it on the floor he closes the drawer and turns back to his lover.

"Want drink?" The aggression and roughness can come back when they fuck but this pause is for recovery and a show of affection from the punk.