Fisk's hands on his belt loops — how much time did they have together before someone would come looking? Everyone upstairs was drunk or on their way to it, so they wouldn't necessity notice an absence of two players from the card table. They likely would notice the lack of wine as soon as they finished off their cups, though. Could they buy themselves a few more minutes if they locked the cellar door? No, that would be too suspicious.

Fuck it. However much time they had, fretting was only wasting it. Victor nibbled Fisk's lower lip and worked to deftly undo his belt buckle.

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