"Yeah, well...." He ran out of points to make and after a few moments of awkward stalling, he was too climbing onto the desk to make out with Victor, desperately trying to touch every inch of him, his resolve crumbling so easily under Victor and his steady gaze. It was impossible to win against someone so cool and collect.

In the end, the only loser would be him and they both knew it. He hated how it felt, he hated being the more needy one but he knew what he wanted to get from him.