Taking the glass of vodka with ice, the Brit downed it quickly, enjoying the burn coat his dry throat. He had made a lot of noise and that had been during his ass getting smacked by the Norwegian. It was fucking hot and felt good too. Now, it seemed Vars wanted more.

"Yeah, better than hand. Fuck, you know it."

He felt the other punk play with his hair while he rested and could still feel the slight sting to his buttocks. It was a good sting though. If anyone else tried to smack his ass Viktor would have gutted them or burnt them. Vars though? He had privilege.

"You want to fuck me now, Spikey? I know you do."

Then, Vars was kissing him once more. A little less rough than before but it felt good. The Brit pulled the Norwegian close to him with his free arm, biting Vars' earlobe and growling with lust.