[Roman, at that moment, is struck with the strange, overwhelming urge to lean down and take one of Victor's nipples into his mouth. He doesn't, though, instead looking up and down the alleyway to see if anyone is nearby. A few people walk the streets to his left, but none of them so much as glance twice at the pair having a tryst in the alleyway.
Roman doesn't care. He doesn't want to do this in this filthy fucking spot.]
Let's get you back to my place. [He draws his hands back, wiping them on Victor's pants.] Fix this fucking mess somewhere with a bath.
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Roman doesn't care. He doesn't want to do this in this filthy fucking spot.]
Let's get you back to my place. [He draws his hands back, wiping them on Victor's pants.] Fix this fucking mess somewhere with a bath.