Vars couldn't take that challenge, not now. At first he only growled but the way Viktor was moaning and the submission as he gave in to Vars was too much for the bassist. The next time Viktor pulled forward Vars grabbed a handful of Viktor's hair and shoved him roughly, face down into the seat.

"Pretty boy scream like my bitch." He snarled those words at Viktor while shifting to pin the taller punk down. The viciousness in his voice was completely lust; dominant and full of want. He held tight to the long hair while his other hand slid down Viktor's side, grabbing at his hips. Viktor's masculinity got Vars even hotter as he worked at maneuvering himself between Viktor's legs.