There it went again. The word. "Pretty boy." If anyone else uttered those words then they would be facing a giant fist to their face. Viktor panted out steady breaths as he nodded and snorted in amusement. Did he like hand? Of course he fucking did. The Norwegian got him off using it.

"Yeah, let me catch my breath. That was fucking amazing---you're good with your hand. I wonder how good you are with your cock."

That would come soon enough but first he needed to rest. A drink sounded perfect right now as the Brit sat up and rested against the limo seats. They'd pretty much trashed the inside of Stardust's ride but it would be sorted for the morning. Did that Robert bloke care? Viktor didn't. He just wanted his bassist.

"I could do with some vodka."