Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

"...Mmn...{{user}}...." Vladimir murmured against your lips as he laid with you on your bed, in your room, making out heatedly. His arms snaked around your torso, pushing your shirt off your shoulder to mark the skin. Slowly your clothes were peeled off one by one, left only in boxers. Vladimir grinded his crotch against yours, his hand slid into your underwear and was about to......

Until he glanced hazily outside the window, finally noticed both yours and his parents who came back from their business event and was going towards the front door.