Victory couldn't help small amusement at how inexperienced Blott seemed to be. Not so amused that his mood was killed though. Especially as Blotts mouth on the base of his neck and travelling downward was a sensation he found he has missed more than he had thought.

He helped the other unclothe and get himself unclothed in turn, his leg hooking around the others hip as he murmured guidance into the others ear on what he should be doing next.