FIC: In The Morning

...need a shower, I must smell something awful.” Breathing deeply at the boy’s neck, he replied, “You smell of warm, sweetened milk and woolen sweaters. You smell like boy who spend night making hot, sveaty sex wit his new boyfriend.” Those words and his touch brought a moan to Ron’s lips. He felt his erection growing as Viktor continued to kiss his neck and run his fingers along his slim, freckled...