*Herman grips the bedsheets as he feels Victor's mouth travel down his throat and over his chest, arching his back and uttering a throaty groan. Lying back a bit dazedly, he lets him pull his trousers off, and watches the sinewy movements of his upper body with heavy-lidded eyes.*

*When Victor strokes him teasingly with a wet finger, he nearly comes right there and then, but holds his breath and bites his lower lip to stop himself.*

*He reaches up and takes Victor's face in his hands, his fingers curling tightly in his dark hair, holding his head steady and looking him in the eye, his voice low and lilting:* I don't care how you fuck me, just fuck me, and if you don't fuck me now, my dear boy, I shall have to fuck you myself. *and he grabs his lower lip in his mouth in a brief, rough kiss*