Victory smiled, feeling a sense of, well, victory at the noice he had pulled from the other. He chuckled in response to the others Latin murmur. He was not adverse to some Latin dirty talk. He groaned as Blott grasped his hips.

"Come here," he purred, guiding the other towards his bed. He pulled the other down on top of him, enjoying the pressure of another man atop of him that he had allowed himself to go without for far too long.