*for some reason, as Herman listens to Victor's words a lump forms in his throat and he swallows hard to dislodge it, and he's unable to look at him full-on; he crosses his arms, the fingers of one hand pressing his bottom lip against his teeth as he worries it, taking deep breaths and wondering how this ever happened...*

*at Victor's question, his eyes flicker up to look at him; his brow knitted, and still nibbling at his lower lip, an inadvertent smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he says in a small, almost timid voice, hoping to relieve the tension and awkwardness:*

Um... a good... hard... fuck? Perhaps?