Nothing- [he speaks between kissing Brad,] -to- [yeah, he wants his tongue in this man's mouth. Viktor seems to hit his stride pretty quickly. Knocking the rust right off the gears to remembering how to do this. It had been a while, after all,] -fear, then...
[as if fear was about to stop him, regardless. He takes in a breath to fill his lungs beneath Brad's exploring hands. The state of his body... ragged and worn down, chronically underweight, he doesn't want to think about it. Definitely doesn't want to hear any comment on it.
Maybe he can just keep Brad's mouth occupied with his own, dragging a splayed wide hand up into the back of his fluffy hair.]
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[as if fear was about to stop him, regardless. He takes in a breath to fill his lungs beneath Brad's exploring hands. The state of his body... ragged and worn down, chronically underweight, he doesn't want to think about it. Definitely doesn't want to hear any comment on it.
Maybe he can just keep Brad's mouth occupied with his own, dragging a splayed wide hand up into the back of his fluffy hair.]