But currently, his higher brain functions are rather firmly erased by a mix of alcohol and lust, and the feeling of Viktor pressed against him. And then, he realizes, the feeling of Viktor pressed against him, and he groans at the sensation.
Still, he's greedy for more. He wants something, feeling restless and needy and without warning, he grips the backs of Viktor's thighs and turns the two of them to set Viktor on the edge of the closest desk, standing between his legs.
His hands tug uselessly at Viktor's shirt in a messy attempt to untuck it, and he smears his mouth over the sharp angle of Viktor's jaw. "Fuck you are so hot."
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But currently, his higher brain functions are rather firmly erased by a mix of alcohol and lust, and the feeling of Viktor pressed against him. And then, he realizes, the feeling of Viktor pressed against him, and he groans at the sensation.
Still, he's greedy for more. He wants something, feeling restless and needy and without warning, he grips the backs of Viktor's thighs and turns the two of them to set Viktor on the edge of the closest desk, standing between his legs.
His hands tug uselessly at Viktor's shirt in a messy attempt to untuck it, and he smears his mouth over the sharp angle of Viktor's jaw. "Fuck you are so hot."