"God, Victor!"
It was wrong, all of this; they were sitting in a break room in room at the mall, the door halfway open, and Yuri halfway undressed out of a santa suit. He volunteered to do it for an afternoon, and apparently Victor found it irresistible.
His hands grab insistently at Yuri's ass through red velvet and white fluff, pulling him closer as their hips rock together.
"V-Victor, someone might see us, at let me close the door!" gasps Yuri softly as his arousal is rubbed through clothing.
"No," Victor groans in a deep, rumbling voice. His accent gets that much more pronounced when he's turned on. "I don't care if people see, you're so damn sexy; god, I just want you now."
They both moan as their clothed crotches grind together, both so hard it's almost unbearable. He twists his hands in Victor's hair. His hips move almost frantically, searching desperately for friction, for release.
"Santa!" a woman calls from the hall and Yuri groans loudly, dropping his head on his lover's shoulder.
Victor kisses his cheek with a grin, slapping his ass. "Get out there, Santa."