[Roman presses his lips into a thin line, face redder than Victor's. He imagines Victor getting off on that smug fuck, rutting against him like the horny dog he is. Imagines what what's-his-face might have looked like when Victor did it; was he angry? Disgusted? He got hard, apparently, just not hard enough to push Victor down and fuck him properly.]

Grinding counts. Getting off at all counts, Victor! [He reaches down and grabs Victor's cock, still not used to the way it feels smaller in his palm. Gives it a nice, hard squeeze, thumbnail digging into the flesh.] I want to be the only one who sees you come. The only one, unless I say otherwise, do you understand me?