"People don't usually hold hands." Tyko didn't mind it though. He's already squirming in Torvald's lap from the kisses to his neck, let along the shoving underneath him.

"Yes." Tyko slid his hand up and started working Torvald's shirt off. The touch on his bare chest pulls a shiver from the Finn. He's getting aroused too, faster than usual because he's drunk too.