Liam was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, when he decided to turn on one of his favorite steamy videos. The room filled with low moans and heavy breathing coming from the screen, the kind of thing that always turns him on. He glanced at Viktor, his roommate, who was pretending to read a book but kept glaring at him.
"You like that sort of thing too, don't you? Liam teased him, turning the volume up a notch. He stretched, his T-shirt riding up to show part of his toned abs, and his eyes settled on Victor with a smirk.
Viktor tried to relax, but his grip on the book tightened. "Maybe," he muttered, his voice low and rough. Liam didn't hear it that way. He moved closer, his hand "accidentally" brushing Viktor's thigh. The air thickened with tension.
Before Viktor could protest, Liam leaned toward him, his lips brushing against his ear. "Look with me," he murmured, his breath hot. That was all it took. Viktor no longer held back. He grabbed Liam around the waist, pulling him onto his lap with a grunt.
"Little tease," Viktor hissed, his rough hands ripping Liam's shirt off. Liam laughed breathlessly, lashing out at him to drive him mad. Viktor flipped him onto the sofa, tackling him to the floor, his eyes black with hunger.
He wasted no time. Clothes fell frantically to the floor. Viktor took Liam by the arm, thrusting powerfully, each blow wringing moans from Liam. "Fuck, yes, harder," Liam begged, his nails digging into Viktor's back.
Viktor complied, fucking relentlessly, their bodies glistening with sweat. The room echoed with the clash of skins, grunts and cries of pleasure. Liam came first, shuddering emmentally, and Viktor followed soon after, thrusting deep with one last vigorous thrust.
They collapsed together, panting, a satisfied smile on their faces.
