Viktor pulling in closer, yawning and kissing, was perfect after a bout of rough sex. Something about the punk got under his skin and the chemistry as they shifted to find how their bodies fit together for sleep was electric.

"Not get up." Vars said sleepily as he pulled the Brit in tight. That grip loosening quickly as his eyes drifted closed. Viktor's dead weight as he fell asleep, even the snoring, was something the punk wanted to fill his nights. The feeling of falling asleep exhausted to the smell of booze, sweat, and leather with a lover in arms was something the Norwegian didn't realize he missed until he was falling asleep with his new lover.