From the Norwegian's perspective, Viktor had the upper hand and the place of control right now. Staying still while Viktor sat farther onto his cock was difficult as his body was begging him to grab his hips and shove in.

The bassist slipped his hands up over Viktor's hips while his head fell back against the seat. Every time Viktor pushed it pulled a gasp from Vars. Even with lube the Brit was so tight that Vars had to fight the urge to buck under him.

"We only start." Vars leaned up and gave Viktor a bite between the shoulder blades. "Pretty boy going scream for me when get comfortable on cock."