"You want me make you scream." Vars laughed because he knew Viktor wanted him and liked it rough. Maybe not this time but this time or the next the Norwegian planned to get a hold of him and get that scream pleasure from his lover.

By the time Viktor pulls on his hair Vars is panting, breath coming short because he's wanted the punk for so long. He bites Viktor's lip in the middle of that heated kiss and wraps his arms around Viktor's chest, fingers tangling in the ends of his hair that are falling over his shoulders. Once the singer started to move, Vars lifted his hips and shoved into Viktor. He's strong and despite needing to compensate for his bad leg, easily capable of thrusting even with Viktor's full weight sitting in his lap.