Victor could care less about what the cab driver thought about the happenings in the backseat; the guy was getting paid to drive and surely he was used to people providing their own entertainment. He'd have to be stupid to not expect it, right? As if there was even an alternate scenario when picking up two people from a club.

Okay, so maybe the driver hadn't expected this but Victor ran out of fucks to give the moment he changed out of his scrubs.

There wasn't such a thing as too energetic, though. Well. There was, but things as they were now suited Victor just fine. This just meant that Daniel was into it. This was a good thing; no one wanted a starfish in bed. That was just plain boring. Meanwhile, his hand moved upward. His coordination was off, but he was managing.