Viktor loved it rough with Vars, whether it be fighting, talking or fucking. Right now he was crying out in pleasure, rasping and growling as he came hard, biting his lower lip until it bled. Fuck, he had wanted this! There were no words as he almost collapsed forwards onto the limo seat, panting hard and covered in sweat. His hair was cascading down his face which was tinged with a pink blush from sex.

"That was fucking good, mate. I've not---been fucked like that before."

The Brit eventually got his breath as he glanced back smiling and sighing in pleasure. It felt good to be filled by the Norwegian and Viktor knew there would be more sex to come. The booze and euphoria now filling the singer's body as he wiped at his face and waited for Vars to pull out so that they could kiss or whatever else would happen next.

As for the inside of the limo? It was pretty smashed up but it was totally worth it.