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Resisting was the only thing he could think about, but he only became more obsessive over the other man. He couldn’t stop thinking about Faust, feeling his large calloused hands run through his hair and down to his neck, threatening him with a squeeze to the neck before he pulled him in to shove his tongue down his throat. Maybe even smack him around. After Faust got out of prison, Varg knew that he was capable of much more than just a little bit of roughhousing, and he wasn’t really opposed to the idea of being used like a ragdoll.