Who: Aidan and Victor Where: Overlook, Victor’s House When: Around 10:30pm, Friday July 13 Warning: NSFW Status: complete
As the sun set Friday night, Aidan began to get antsy. It had been hours since Victor had dropped him off and in that time he’d planned ahead to the best of his abilities, but it was impossible to account for how Victor might respond. That was what made tonight different from the rest–he was going in knowing that Victor was home, waiting for him. Sneaking around an empty house was usually simple, but Victor’s house was well warded and Aidan knew he’d feel it the moment he crossed the wards, so he was going to have to move fast once he got there. The situation had him on edge before he even left, yet he’d waited, wanting to make Victor wait as well. This wasn’t a dinner date; it was…something else. Something much more interesting.
It was darker than usual when Aidan arrived, with no moon and only stars shining down on him. He hovered just off the property, taking in its current state–the house was mostly dark with only a few lights on, but he was sure Victor was still up. Taking a deep breath, Aidan crossed the line and crept quickly to the basement, just as he had the last two times. He disabled the alarm and unlocked the door, just like last time. But that was where the similarities ended. Instead of entering, he used a gust of wind to open the study door. Then he placed his hand over the glass on the basement door, fogging it up and scribbling a smiley face into the glass before disappearing back into the dark.
Being patient had never been Victor’s strong suit, but there was something delicious in the slow torture of having to wait. When he arrived home earlier that day, he’d been sure Aidan would make an appearance later that night, and he’d made some preparations ... but that had not taken enough time, and then he’d had nothing to do but twiddle his thumbs and try to stay occupied while the afternoon turned into evening turned into night. Work was usually a good diversion for him, but trying to do any of it just ended up frustrating him because he couldn’t concentrate worth a shit.
Knowing full well he was making assumptions, after he’d had some dinner, Victor took a shower and did some grooming. It was better to be prepared than caught off guard and not at his best, especially since clothes might end up coming off this time. It wasn’t a guarantee, he kept trying to remind his body of that, because even the possibility had him feeling tingly and overheated. Victor lost track of how many times he got hard just thinking about it all through the course of the evening. He made a scotch to try to settle himself down, then another few as the hours wore on, though he was careful to spread them out with water, so he was still in full control when -- if -- Aidan turned up.
By the time he got the magical cold chill down his back that meant his wards had been crossed, Victor was lounging in bed, attempting more distraction by scrolling around on his phone. He sat bolt upright in bed, every sense suddenly on high alert, and listened hard for a moment. There was nothing to hear, of course, Aidan was sneakier than that. His heart beating hard with excitement, Victor left his bedroom and started to walk through the house in his bare feet, feeling rather sneaky himself. He made it down the basement steps without catching a glimpse of Aidan. His study door was open, but a glimmer of magical resonance drew him toward the open basement door. He saw Aidan’s fog-smile and his stomach twisted and fluttered happily as Victor grinned to himself. “Where are you, little fox,” he murmured to himself, moving quietly to check the open study.
While Victor was in the basement, Aidan made his way around the house to the front door. It was locked, but that was only a minor deterrent, and he left the door cracked, just to prove he’d been there. The house was quiet, and he had to guess where Victor was and how much time he had, so he moved quickly, adrenaline rushing like he was stealing a car, now moving to the wet bar to make himself a drink. It was the fastest he’d ever moved, and the best he could do was pour himself a shot of whiskey and down it, but the point was made. He turned on the light to draw attention to it and left the glass and the bottle on the counter, then disappeared upstairs as quiet feet began to climb up from the basement. Upstairs, he took a moment to catch his breath and appreciate the fact that that was probably the most expensive shot of whiskey he’d ever had. It was a shame he’d downed it all in one go. Maybe next time he could enjoy a drink like a civilized person, but he doubted it.
There was no Aidan in the basement, which wasn’t terribly surprising. Victor checked all the dark corners again before he shut the door and re-locked it, drawing a little mustache on Aidan’s magically-lingering breath-fog smiley face. It would’ve been so unsettling if he didn’t already know what was going on. When he emerged from the basement stairwell and padded into his great room, he immediately noticed the change in light, and that feeling that someone had just been there. Victor approached the wet bar to see the open bottle and shot glass with legs of whiskey still running down the sides. Grinning faintly, Victor picked it up and licked the rim, turning to let his eyes scan the room. He closed his eyes and focused on pulling the moisture out of the air in the house and cooling it down, creating a blanket of swirling fog around his calves and ankles. Victor spread the effect through the house, the whiteness unnaturally climbing the stairs, the height of it growing as it moved. If Aidan wanted to sneak around his place, he would have to do it with limited visibility.
The fog began to curl around Aidan’s ankles as he stepped into the master bedroom. It had been so dark last time that he hadn’t really had a chance to appreciate it. This time was different—there were candles scattered around the room, just enough to set the room in a soft, warm glow. It added a touch of romance to the atmosphere that was so unexpected that the fog was up to Aidan’s waist before he had a chance to check out the rest of the room. Against one wall was Victor’s bed, huge compared to his own, and on the opposite wall was a set of double french doors, thick curtains hanging on either side, presumably to shroud the room in darkness and blot out the morning sun. The magnificent master bath stood across from him. Aidan had intended to hurry into the bathroom and turn on the shower before slipping outside, purposefully drawing Victor’s attention upstairs, but that was a louder clue than he wanted to leave, he was losing visibility fast, and the candles gave him another idea. He licked two fingers and snuffed out the candle closest to him, adding the scent of smoke to the fog before he lost visibility completely. With arms stretched out in front of him, he made his way to the french doors and slipped outside. There, he started working on something he’d never attempted before—altering the wards of another witch.
Victor hadn’t lived there long, but he was still familiar enough with his house to make his way upstairs even with fog clouding his vision. He let his fingers trail along the bannister of the steps, then along the wall as he headed for his bedroom. That was where he would’ve gone, if he was slinking around. It was completely possible Aidan had doubled-back and returned to the basement to rob him blind, but somehow Victor didn’t think so. The candles he’d lit earlier gave the fog in the room a dreamy glow as Victor hovered in the doorway and peered inside, his head cocked as he listened. He noticed that one of them wasn’t lit anymore, and he got a tingle at the base of his cock again. It was like following breadcrumbs. Victor stepped into the room and realized he could hear the ocean more than he should be able to -- the balcony door was likely open, even though he couldn’t see it. Walking on his toes, he silently crossed his bedroom to the French doors, the night air drawing some of his fog outside. He could feel Aidan’s magic starting to swirl out there now, and it made his heart start to race. There was nowhere to go from the balcony, he had him cornered ... did that mean he won? He stepped into the doorway quickly, hands on the sides of the frame to block it, a smug smirk on his face. “There you are.”
While Aidan worked as quickly as he could, altering wards was tricky business. They weren’t his and he couldn’t remove them completely—nor did he want to. He didn’t want to leave Victor unprotected. He just wanted to add his own signature to it, if he could, like an overlay or a little loophole he could take advantage of that wouldn’t make his presence quite so loud. It was the sort of thing that took longer than a few minutes and the more he worked at it, the more likely Victor would be to find him. He wasn’t even near finished when Victor appeared through the fog, startling Aidan out of his concentration. His magic dissipated and he took a step back, a smile tugging at his lips. “That was way too easy, wasn’t it?” he asked with a quiet laugh. A few more steps and he’d be at the edge of the banister. How high up were they? Could he jump if he wanted to? He didn’t really want to, but he liked thinking it was a possibility as much as he liked being cornered.
He’d been doing something to the wall, but Victor didn’t see any writing and he didn’t get the sense of anything lingering anymore, so he didn’t care much. What mattered to him was that Aidan was there, and everything felt playful and hot. “Mm, almost like you wanted me to follow you,” he said. He certainly couldn’t sound disappointed about it though. Victor let his hands drop and stepped forward, slowly advancing on Aidan. He’d caught him in a tight spot the last time, everything claustrophobic behind his bedroom door. There was a lot more room to maneuver out here, but Victor had a feeling Aidan didn’t mind being penned in like this. Caught. “Did I interrupt something?” he murmured as he backed Aidan up against the balcony railing.
Aidan shrugged one shoulder casually, sure that Victor was aware of the message he was sending. If Aidan hadn’t wanted to be followed, he wouldn’t have left a trail. In fact, he wouldn’t have come when Victor was home. Everything he’d done he could have done with much more finesse and leisure if the house had been empty, but he’d very much wanted the chase this time. It was exhilarating, even if it meant he’d been caught. Or maybe because of it. As his back hit the banister, he decided that was a big part of it because now he no longer knew what came next. Even with all his careful planning, he enjoyed a bit of the unknown. “You can’t feel it?” Aidan smirked, his hands reaching back for the rail.
It gave Victor just as much of a thrill to catch him, even if it had been an easy trail to follow. That didn’t make the prize any less sweet, and his insides were a mess of butterflies as he closed the gap between them, getting firmly in Aidan’s personal space. He reached out to put his hands over Aidan’s wrists where they rested on the railing, putting some subtle pressure against them to ‘pin’ him. “I feel you fucking around with my wards,” he said, his voice low and his eyes on Aidan’s. Their faces were only a few inches apart now, and Victor’s nostrils flared a bit as he breathed him in. “I dunno many witches who would tolerate that ... probably you included.”
Aidan’s breath hitched as Victor’s hands settled on his wrists, a sensation he found he really did enjoy, just like being pinned against the balcony rail. Victor was close enough now that he could feel his breath and smell his aftershave, but his eyes never deviated from Victor’s, holding them with a touch of defiance. “No, probably not,” he answered softly. If someone attempted to mess with the O’Reilly wards, they’d likely rain hell down upon them for even trying. It wouldn’t matter if they were friends. Aidan knew this, yet he’d gone for it anyways. Even if he hadn’t been successful, Victor could likely feel his magic still there, like graffiti on the wall. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
What was he going to do about it? Victor was very aware Aidan was trying to get under his skin and succeeding, but instead of irritation or rage, all he felt was a hot yearning in his gut. In his experience in the ‘lifestyle,’ Victor had often found brats to be annoying and false, like they were all trying too hard. All of this between Aidan and himself felt natural, organic, an accident more than a farce ... and fuck, he wanted more of it. He released one of Aidan’s wrists, dragging his hand up the length of his arm and shoulder to grip the back of his neck, thumb brushing against the side of his jaw. “I should make you make it up to me,” he murmured, still deep into the eye contact. Victor shifted his thumb to the tender soft palate underneath Aidan’s jaw and pressed upward to lift his face toward his. “Don’t you think?”
Aidan didn’t know much about the lifestyle he was leaning into; he just knew he liked pushing Victor’s buttons. It was all in the way Victor responded, his touch both commanding and erotic, that made Aidan’s pulse race and his cock swell. He’d been somewhat embarrassed last time, caught off guard by his body’s response, but this time the reaction was expected. “I think that seems fair,” Aidan whispered, the hold Victor had on his jaw making his insides flutter to go along with his growing arousal. “What did you have in mind?” He had some ideas himself, but he wanted to hear what Victor wanted from him. It was easier to venture into new territory knowing that he was on the right path.
Victor felt no resistance in Aidan’s body, which was a good sign. He knew this wasn’t the right way to go about any of this -- consent was supposed to be explicitly given, boundaries negotiated -- but he found he didn’t really care. Aidan was here when he didn’t have to be, now fully aware of Victor’s intentions, and that felt like permission enough to start on. Maybe he didn’t quite know what he was getting into, but he would learn and Victor would watch for signs of aversion along the way. He didn’t answer immediately, giving a soft and thoughtful hum as he moved in closer, leaning his body lightly against Aidan’s and nudging one thigh between his legs. Victor turned Aidan’s face to one side, able to control his head fairly easily with his thumb in that pressure point, and brushed his lips over his cheek on the way to whisper in his ear. “You got to come last time ... it’s my turn.” He rocked his hips a bit so Aidan could better feel the bulge in his pants, pushing more pressure against Aidan’s with his leg at the same time.
Aidan was sure his heart was beating loud enough for Victor to hear it as he widened his stance, allowing Victor to slide his thigh between his legs. Victor would easily feel his arousal now, made even worse by that little bit of pressure, and it made him wish he’d opted for something a bit less constricting, like Victor had. He groaned softly as Victor applied a bit more pressure between his legs, this time able to feel the evidence of Victor’s arousal as well. Though he’d never desired to feel another man’s cock before Victor, tonight he craved it. He’d thought about this constantly since leaving last time, the missed opportunity that he hadn’t been sure would repeat itself. “I could do that,” he said breathlessly as one hand moved from the banister to curl into the waistband of Victor’s pants. As his thumb brushed up the front ridge of Victor’s cock, feeling it through the fabric, he turned his face just slightly, his words a whisper on Victor’s ear. “You’ll tell me how you like it?”
That quiet moan shot straight into Victor’s cock and he throbbed against Aidan’s hip. He adored having vocal lovers and even though his words were selfish, he already wanted to make Aidan groan like that some more. The desire didn’t distract him for long, because the touch that followed scrambled his thoughts nicely. And then Aidan was asking for direction? Fuck, Victor hadn’t felt this melty inside in a long time. He let out a low hum and nipped at Aidan’s earlobe. “Absolutely,” he purred. “And you’ll do what I say like a good little fox, won’t you?” He pressed up with his thigh as he let his hand slide down to Aidan’s chest and pulled back enough to look at him, a tiny smile toying with his lips. The way Aidan was looking at him was so damn delicious, it almost made Victor want to pull back, deny him, make him beg or at least pout. That would deprive him too though, and he didn’t know how it would go, it was too risky. So Victor kissed him finally instead, firm and hungry.
Aidan’s first instinct to a question like that was to tease, maybe even deny just as a form of rebellion, but the pet name at the end killed that impulse before it could ever take shape. Little fox. It was ridiculous, but it pulled at some deep seated desire that Aidan hadn’t even been aware of until it fell from Victor’s lips. All smart ass responses failed him. “Yes,” he whispered, looking up into Victor’s eyes with unchecked desire that flared brighter as Victor’s thigh pressed between his legs. He was supposed to be taking care of Victor, returning the favor, but the second Victor’s lips touched his, Aidan forgot himself. His hand stilled on Victor’s cock as he kissed him back, tentative at first, but then just as eager. As his hesitation melted away, his hand slid into Victor’s pants, wrapping around his cock and feeling him out—his fingers circled the head, then moved down the shaft, cupping his balls before he finally began to stroke him. He might not know what Victor liked, but he knew what he liked and that seemed like a good place to start.
Some asshole reply wouldn’t have surprised Victor in the slightest, so that small immediate submission sent a wave of heat up his spine. Even that initial hesitance of his mouth was sexy. Victor groaned softly against Aidan’s lips as his hand found him, angling his hips a bit to give him more room to explore. He had no idea how much experience Aidan had with other men, or just in general, but he was already enjoying the initiative. Victor loved to play with control and lead things, but it felt so damn good to be desired. He delved his tongue deeper into Aidan’s mouth as he moved one hand to tug the front of Aidan’s shirt up so he could caress his bare skin, the desire to lick every inch of him flaring in his chest. Considering how good just Aidan’s hand already felt, Victor knew he had to pace himself if he was going to do this right. He let his other fingers slide up to tangle in the back of Aidan’s hair, fisting in it and pulling his head back a bit to break the kiss, then licked his lips. “Come with me,” he murmured as he pulled away, catching Aidan’s wrist to lead him back into the bedroom.
While Aidan marveled at how different it felt to be with a man, a part of him wondered if it wasn’t just Victor and the dynamic he brought to the table. Had a woman ever touched him the way Victor was touching him, as if he wanted to devour him? If a woman pulled on his hair like that, would he be just as likely to melt? Maybe, but it was hard to imagine one towering over him the way Victor did. It was a perspective he immediately found he enjoyed, and his eyes narrowed in on Victor’s tongue as he licked his lips. “Don’t want to give the neighbors a show?” he smirked, his grip on the rail holding a moment longer as Victor pulled at him before letting it go. His hand momentarily slipped out of Victor’s pants as he let Victor pull him inside, and he took in the room once more, now with the fog swirling around their ankles as the candles burned around them. Though the bed was right there, Aidan didn’t yet move towards it, letting Victor guide him to where he wanted him.
Victor was happy to do the guiding, leaving the balcony door open as he pulled Aidan closer to the massive bed. He didn’t really give a shit about neighbors, the way his house was positioned meant none of them could see this part of the house in the first place. Only the ocean and the night sky were going to get an eyeful of what was about to happen. Victor liked it that way -- this corner lot gave him a lot of privacy. He knew Aidan was just being cheeky though, and he smirked as he pulled him in close against his body for a moment. “Nope, I don’t like to share what’s mine,” he murmured. It was presumptive as hell to say, but it felt right in the moment, and that was what dirty talk was all about, right? Victor claimed another few nibbly kisses from Aidan’s lips, then grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up to get it off of him. He wanted to see and feel more of him, wanted to strip him down to a more vulnerable place. His hands fell to the front of Aidan’s jeans next, tugging and unzipping until he could start pushing them down over Aidan’s hips. Victor turned them and nudged him toward the edge of the bed. “Sit down,” he directed.
It was incredibly presumptuous and Aidan raised a brow in response, a little laugh bubbling up in his chest. He was tempted to argue, but he liked the sound of it, even if he didn’t know everything that might entail. From what he’d tasted, he was into it, and it wasn’t like it was an issue. Aidan didn’t really want an audience, though the threat of one was a bit fun. His fingers fluttered over the crotch of Victor’s pants as he kissed him, not quite able to resume touching him before Victor began undressing him. His hands were over his head, helping remove his shirt, then dropping it to the floor while Victor worked at the front of his jeans. Before he could do much else, he felt the bed hit the back of his legs and he sat, jeans still caught at his knees. Looking up at Victor from this angle, he could feel the power dynamic between them stronger than ever. Rather than fight it, he leaned back on his hands, his erection straining against his cotton boxers. “Pushy,” he smirked, enjoying every bit of it.
Victor didn’t have a huge hulking body, but he was tall and broad in the shoulders, and looking down at Aidan sitting on his bed really made him appreciate his size in a way he didn’t feel most of the time. Aidan looked like he was enjoying himself, smirky and sassy, which both thrilled Victor and made him even more eager to get his cock into that smart mouth of his. His gaze raked over Aidan’s bare skin as he leaned down to hook his fingers in the waistband of Aidan’s boxers to pull them down and off, along with his jeans. It wasn’t the most graceful unveiling he’d ever done, but the end result was well worth it. He’d jerked Aidan off last time, but he hadn’t gotten a good look at him while he’d been doing it, and now he was laid out like a buffet on Victor’s bed. He itched to do some exploring and tasting of his own, but he wasn’t ready to lose that upper hand yet either. Victor stood up straight again, hooded eyes still on Aidan as he reached back to grab the collar of his t-shirt and peel it off of himself. He left his joggers in place for the moment, one hand straying to squeeze the bulge of his cock through the cotton. “My only rule is don’t bite me hard,” he murmured with a little smirk of his own.
Aidan lifted his hips as Victor peeled his boxers down, then watched as they joined the floor with the rest of his clothes. He licked his lips as Victor’s eyes raked over his body, but made no move to cover himself despite feeling exposed and a touch vulnerable, especially with Victor still fully dressed. He would have protested, but then Victor was quick to change that, and Aidan’s eyes slid down his chest as he stripped off his shirt, landing on his crotch. His gaze flew up to meet Victor’s as he spoke and butterflies began to flutter in his stomach. “I think I can manage that,” Aidan said with a little laugh as he sat up straight and reached for Victor. With one hand on Victor’s hip, he urged him closer, as nervous as he was aroused by the prospect of sucking Victor off. Though he was sure he could follow Victor’s one rule, he wasn’t sure he’d be any good at it, but he found he really wanted to impress him. His fingers curled in the waistband of his sweatpants, but before he could tug them down, he glanced up at Victor, as if to ask for permission. What came out was something different. “You’ll warn me before you come?”
Tell me how you like it, warn me before you come -- Victor might have teased him about being demanding if there wasn’t an undercurrent of uncertainty in Aidan’s tone. It occurred to him then that Aidan might not have much sexual experience with other men ... surely this wasn’t his first blowjob though, right? He seemed far more willing than Victor would’ve guessed, if that was the case, and he found himself hoping that this was a first for Aidan. He wasn’t going to ask and possibly spoil the moment, but Victor liked the idea of breaking new ground with him. He stepped in closer and found his stance, lifting one hand to brush it through the side of Aidan’s hair as he gazed down at him. He looked so delicious like this, naked and touchable with his cock jutting up from between his thighs. Victor wanted to make the most of it, just in case this never happened again. “I will,” he promised softly.
No biting hard, Aidan thought as he tugged Victor’s joggers down and his cock sprang forth. That was easy enough; he hadn’t even said no teeth. Yet he’d never even had another man’s dick this close to his face. Aidan pushed Victor’s joggers down further as he wrapped his other hand around Victor’s cock, stroking him slowly and brushing his thumb over the tip. As intimidated as he was, he found he wanted to do this, far more than he’d ever wanted pussy, enough that his mouth was watering and his cock aching. Victor’s fingers ran through his hair and Aidan gave in to the temptation to lick him, his tongue swiping broadly up the front before he wrapped his lips around the crown and began suck. It was easier than expected, tasted better than anticipated, and Aidan smiled around him as he took him deeper and realized breathing wouldn’t be an issue. He was an air witch after all.
If this was his first time, he was good at it so far, and Victor’s breath hitched a little at that sensation of warm tongue gliding up his shaft. He watched with hazy eyes as his cock slipped between Aidan’s lips, more heat blooming in his chest. Fuck, he was pretty, but even more so with his mouth full of Victor. “There you go,” he whispered, barely audible, and flexed his fingers briefly in Aidan’s hair. He didn’t want to take too much control yet, wanted to give Aidan room to explore him and do what he wanted at first. Whether he was inexperienced or not, everybody was different, and there was a certain joy in discovering the spots that made a new lover shiver. As his cock slid in deeper, he had the same realization as Aidan about how long he could hold his breath as an air witch, and Victor licked his lips again. This was going to be good, he just didn’t want it to feel rushed.
It was wild to think that Aidan was enjoying something he scoffed at the thought of mere months ago, but the more he pleasured Victor, the easier it was to lose himself in it. While one hand stayed glued to Victor’s hip, the other began to explore, cupping the other man’s balls and rolling them gently. His fingers brushed over that sensitive spot behind them as his tongue circled the crown of Victor’s cock, licking off a drop of precum before plunging back down again, taking him deeper, curious to see how far he could go. Every little touch and word of encouragement, however soft, spurred him on, eager to learn what Victor liked and improve upon it. He could be good at this, and was pleased to find his own arousal never wavered, that Victor’s hands in his hair and his cock in his mouth were a turn on on their own. If that wasn’t enough, the look on Victor’s face when Aidan looked up at him was enough to make him melt, and he groaned around him in response.
It felt stupidly good, and Victor got internal flutters when their eyes met, his lips parting with a sharp inhale. Aidan’s explorations were gentle and curious in a way that was a strangely powerful turn on -- though he’d always gotten off on body worship in either direction, so maybe not so strange. He just wouldn’t have expected that level of care from this odd, sly little man. It was downright fucking endearing on top of being hot. Victor caressed his shoulders and upper arms as he sucked, drinking in the warm skin under his fingers. With a low moan, he let his head fall back on his neck for a moment, eyes rolling closed. Victor couldn’t keep his hips completely still anymore, rocking with the pace Aidan set, not hard or deep, but just for the extra friction. Hissing out a soft curse, he looked down again, the fingers of both hands delving into Aidan’s hair this time, clutching a bit at the back of his head.
Aidan knew exactly what that point felt like, where the need to thrust kicked in, no matter how hard he tried to keep still, and he adjusted his technique to account for it. His mouth began to move faster, no longer just pleasuring Victor, but actually working him towards orgasm. His eyes fell shut as he took him deeper and swallowed around him, silently begging himself not to gag on Victor’s cock, afraid that would turn him off. As Victor’s hands tightened in Aidan’s hair, he squeezed Victor’s hip, then let his hand drop until his touch was light on his thigh, hovering just in case it became too much. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Victor, but that he didn’t know himself well enough to know what he could take—yet he found himself wanting all of it, everything he had to give. He wanted to feel Victor twitch and shudder, to taste him on his tongue and know it was because of him.
If it was Aidan’s first time, he was a natural, and the surprise that came with that was another turn on for Victor. He liked to be kept on his toes, he liked challenges, he obviously enjoyed all of this crazy tension they’d stumbled into. He wanted to be led on a chase by this little fox. Victor tightened his grip in Aidan’s hair to hold his head still for a moment, taking over the pacing for several quick strokes. His breathing was getting labored, his balls drawing up tighter. With a throaty groan, he pulled out of Aidan’s mouth and bent over, tilting his head up by the hair. Victor crashed their lips together in a hungry kiss, his cock throbbing with delicious frustration. He wasn’t ready to come yet, but that had been a close one. “You’re good at that,” he murmured against Aidan’s mouth, grinning faintly. Victor slid one hand down his body and wrapped it around Aidan’s cock. “I think you like it, too.”
Fuck, Aidan liked being used like that. It wasn’t enough to get off on, but his cock began to weep as Victor pulled his hair and fucked his mouth. Even without warning, he was sure that Victor was close, and so he was caught off guard when Victor pulled him off and caught his mouth in a kiss. It was intense from the start, with Aidan pouring all his desire into it, the need to breathe only coming back to him when Victor stopped to speak. The praise brought a smile to his lips, pleased that he’d been doing a decent enough job to earn it, but then he groaned as soon as Victor touched his cock. “Yeah,” Aidan panted, smiling softly up at Victor, his eyes half lidded and hazy. It was hard to think with Victor touching him, but his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, one of them lifting to run a finger up Victor’s shaft. “I thought you wanted to come.”
Victor swirled his thumb around the head of Aidan’s cock, spreading around the wetness there. He wanted to taste it and feel that velvety skin on his tongue, but he still wanted to feel like this while he did it, like his blood was too hot for his body, burning him up from the inside. Aidan’s response made him chuckle and he crowded in closer, his hands moving to gently push Aidan to scoot back while Victor climbed onto the bed with him. “Oh I do, and I will,” he purred as he straddled his lap. Victor licked the palm of his hand and dropped it between them to grip both of their cocks, the undersides pressed together. “But I caught you and I want to play with you first,” he murmured, leaning in to brush their lips together as he started to stroke them.
Aidan’s eyes shut as Victor teased the head of his cock, hoping for more, but it was short lived and only served to wind Aidan up further. He didn’t expect more than that, not with Victor’s request, but he still found himself chasing after every little touch as if starved for affection. He shifted back as requested, then his eyes widened as Victor climbed in his lap. Aidan watched with open desire as Victor licked his hands, then cursed softly as he began to stroke them together. It wasn’t something he’d ever thought about, but now it was burned into his brain, the image and feeling fused and ready to run on repeat the next time he wanted to get off. “I should let you catch me more often,” he smirked as he leaned into the kiss.
He just smiled faintly and hummed an affirmative sound. Victor got the feeling this wouldn’t be the last home invasion, and Aidan purposefully wouldn’t get any better about dodging him in his own house. Victor was more than okay with that -- this was turning out to be a very fun game. His hand was big enough to grip them both pretty firmly, and having another overheated cock pressed flush against his own felt so good. He relished kissing Aidan, drinking in every soft sound and change in breathing he could wring out of him. Victor didn’t want to make him come yet either, but fuck, he wanted to feel Aidan tremble and strain for it. Denial just made everything sweeter once permission was finally granted, and while that was jumping ahead of himself a bit, the desire to tease and edge was baked into him by now. He sucked at Aidan’s tongue a bit and moaned softly, his hips rocking gently again for more friction against Aidan’s cock.
If Aidan had stopped to think about it, he might’ve realized that Victor playing with him wouldn’t necessarily result in him coming any time soon, he hadn’t been taught that that was a thing, or that it could possibly be fun. Denial usually resulted in frustration and a rather unfulfilling wank. He didn’t think that was Victor’s game, but he had left him unfinished last time, so anything was possible. But the more Victor stroked him, the more Aidan wanted it, his kisses turning more needy and desperate as his hips pressed up against Victor’s thighs, unable to properly thrust with Victor pinning him down. He groaned with greedy frustration, biting back at Victor’s lips and cursing softly between kisses. Victor’s cock rubbing against his own felt so damn good, but he still wanted more.
By the time Victor made himself stop, he felt like he could eat Aidan alive, he was so fucking delectable. He felt the itch in his hand for a well-timed smack across the face too, pain to mix and blend with the pleasure. He didn’t know how Aidan would handle that though, they were still on new and shaky ground. Patience, he had to have patience too. His cock was throbbing with need now, and while he ached to put it inside of Aidan and watch the pleasure play across his face, that was another step Victor wasn’t sure they were ready for. He’d demanded a blowjob to “make up” for Aidan’s “transgressions,” and that was where he wanted to finish. Victor shifted his position, pushing Aidan fully onto his back and moving his arms where he wanted them until he was straddling Aidan’s chest. “Suck me again,” he breathed. “Get me off and maybe I’ll let you come.”
Aidan had never been so consumed with desire for another person, never thought a handjob could push him to the point where everything else faded away except for the slide of skin on skin and Victor’s mouth on his. He was trembling with need, so close he could taste it, and yet it continued to be just out of reach. As wound up as he was, he whined when Victor released him, but took to Victor’s request with renewed vigor. There was no hesitation this time when he guided Victor into his mouth, taking him deep and sucking hard, the intensity from before remaining while the action changed. He let his teeth scrape over the crown, just to see if Victor liked it, but then resumed his mission to get him off with ruthless pursuit. If he’d been overwhelmed with lust before, this new position pushed him to new levels, driving him to suck and lick and take all he could until a taste of Victor was finally granted.
The low whine and the way Aidan latched onto Victor’s cock like his life depended on it nearly sent him over the edge in the first second or two. Soft curses fell from his lips as he shifted his knees a bit to accommodate the new angle. All of that caution from the start was gone, and he way Aidan seemed to just throw himself into it was so fucking hot to Victor. That was exactly what he wanted from a sub -- to feel like all they wanted in life was to give him pleasure, no matter how brief that mindset might be. “Fuck, Aidan,” he growled, burying the long fingers of one hand into Aidan’s hair. Victor gripped him tight and started to pump his hips, fucking Aidan’s mouth again with abandon. It felt so damn good just to lose himself in his body and all the pleasure humming through it, and Victor rode that bliss as long as he could stand it. Only a couple of minutes later his breath caught and he let out a bark of a sound. He barely managed to gasp out “M’gonna come” before he was there, shuddering as his cock jumped and throbbed on Aidan’s tongue, emptying his balls.
Aidan had never allowed himself to truly lose control with a partner, not like this. The blissful few seconds right before he came didn’t count. There was always something holding him back, from fear of going too far and hurting his partner to his own self consciousness. But he’d never been this focused on another person’s pleasure either. With his own cock stiff and neglected between his legs, completely out of his reach, he threw himself into sucking Victor’s cock with abandon. What he didn’t anticipate was how much he would enjoy having that last little bit of control taken away from him. As Victor took hold of his head and began to fuck his mouth, all Aidan could do was curl his lips over his teeth and take it, sucking more than he was breathing. Aidan gagged around him as he took him deeper, but air wasn’t a concern, so he kept going, forcing himself to relax around it. He lost himself in it, missing the signs indicating how close Victor was until he muttered a warning. Even with it, Aidan choked briefly before swallowing him down, all reservations he had about embarrassing himself lost in the moment.
It was a bit more intense than Victor had in mind when he’d obsessively thought about tonight, but sometimes the chemistry just clicked and instinct took over. It wasn’t a great place to be very often as a dom, he had a responsibility to stay aware of everything going on, but fuck it felt good when it happened. Hearing and feeling Aidan choke gave all that pleasure some extra spice too, though he felt a sliver of guilt for it. Victor stroked his fingers through Aidan’s hair and slowly drew his hips back. “Fuck,” he said again, drawing the word out into a groan. Victor gazed down at Aidan’s mouth, giving one more lazy shallow thrust before he pulled his cock free. He grinned faintly as he un-straddled the smaller man to kneel beside him. “Did you swallow?” he asked with obvious relish. “I think that deserves something special.” Victor leaned over to kiss Aidan to taste for himself.
Aidan was still riding his high, looking up at Victor with dazed eyes as his cock slipped from his mouth. He felt like one big ball of need now, a bomb that could be set off with just one little touch. He groaned softly as Victor climbed off of him, missing the weight in some bizarre way, then grinned lazily up at him, the taste of his cum still on his tongue. “I did,” he answered, rather pleased with himself for his performance. For not having a clue what he was doing, he thought he’d done a bang-up job. He reached for Victor as he kissed him, needing, wanting, hoping he wouldn’t leave him this way. He knew that wasn’t part of their bargain, but if Victor didn’t finish him off, then he’d have to do it himself. As far as Aidan could tell, there was no other way down.
That doped-up grin of his was beyond adorable, and Victor had to stop smiling to kiss him, enjoying the needy way Aidan clung to him. His body was definitely satisfied, but Victor was still in the right headspace to appreciate how desperate Aidan was. Humming low as he tasted his own saltiness in Aidan’s mouth, Victor reached to run his fingers lightly over the other man’s straining cock. It jumped under his touch and he grinned faintly. He’d planned to just jerk Aidan off again, but he was feeling generous now, and Victor wanted to make him feel as good as possible. He stroked his tongue against Aidan’s once more and then pulled back, leaning in the other direction to reach his cock to give it a similar tongue stroke. “Your turn to warn me,” he said, looking up at Aidan as he took him into his mouth and lightly sucked.
That feather light tease up the front of his cock made Aidan whimper in a way he never had before, but he was too out of it to notice or care. He was too wrapped up in the promise of more, his restraint completely shattered by the time Victor’s tongue followed his hand. “Fuck,” Aidan gasped, pressing his hips back into the bed as his back arched. “Yes, yes, I swear,” he babbled, then groaned as Victor took him into his mouth. That tight, wet heat was almost immediately too much and Aidan’s hands fisted in the sheets as he tried to hold back. He didn’t want to embarrass himself, but he was so fucking lit that his self control was severely lacking. He muttered curses like a mantra, unable to keep himself from rolling his hips as he neared his peak. It wasn’t going to take long at all, but he was going to enjoy every second of it.
For a second Victor was sure Aidan would come immediately, which would’ve been fun, but he was glad for the opportunity to explore him a little too. He didn’t suck too hard for the first couple of moments, tracing the lines and curves of Aidan’s cock with his tongue. The way he writhed and panted and cursed made Victor feel almost dizzy with lingering arousal, and he found himself really hoping this wouldn’t be the only time he got to draw those reactions out of this man. He was still in control though, and to reassert that, he stroked his hands down Aidan’s torso to press them against his hips, leaning some weight into it to keep Aidan pinned to the mattress. Victor groaned faintly and bobbed his head a little faster, increasing the suction around Aidan’s cock and rubbing his tongue against a spot that seemed especially sensitive. He wasn’t going to take a shot in the mouth, not the first time, so one hand stayed ready to take over and finish the job as soon as Aidan either gave the warning or tipped over the edge without it.
As much as Aidan wanted to last, he just couldn’t manage and as soon as Victor picked up even the smallest bit of speed he could tell his orgasm was imminent. His balls tightened, warmth pooled in his belly, and he gasped out a warning as his hips fought against Victor’s hold. “Gonna come,” he said, breath hitching as Victor pulled off him and replaced his mouth with his hand. Everything felt so good, positively euphoric, that he didn’t even have it in him to be disappointed with Victor’s change in strategy. He cried out softly as he came, emptying himself across his chest and stomach before finally relaxing back into the bed, panting as he tried to catch his breath. Nothing had ever felt like that, no blowjob or even a fuck had ever pushed him into such a state of adrenaline fueled ecstasy, and it left him in a bit of a haze afterwards. “Shit,” he muttered quietly as he came back down to earth.
It was fun to watch, Aidan had a pretty dick and it was always hot to watch someone come. Victor stroked him through it, pleased with the obvious pressure behind it. He slowed to a stop and finally released Aidan once his body fully relaxed, then moved to stretch out on his side next to Aidan, propped up on one elbow as he pulled a distant corner of the sheet over to wipe his hand off with. Victor chuckled softly at Aidan’s single word, everything in him feeling loose and lazily satisfied. He kept his eyes on Aidan’s face though, watching for signs of sub drop. Victor didn’t know him at all yet, didn’t know his triggers or aftercare needs or how susceptible he was to a drop. Maybe all of this had gotten a rough start, but Victor wasn’t going to neglect those kinds of needs for the sake of some banter or petty revenge or something. “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” he murmured lightly.
“It was pretty fuckin’ amazing,” Aidan chuckled softly, looking for something to wipe himself off. His clothes were…somewhere, so the sheet would have to do. He was feeling far too out of it to wander into the bathroom and seek out something proper to clean himself with. In fact, the longer he laid there, the worse he felt. At first he just thought he was tired, which seemed fair enough considering everything, but then a wave of absolute misery hit him like a punch to the stomach. Aidan curled inwards, his breathing becoming a touch more labored as he wrapped one arm around his knees. “Shit,” he muttered again, though this time there was no mirth in it. It was like every doubt and insecurity he’d managed to blot out in the moment came rushing to the front of his mind, attempting to drown him. He shut his eyes, trying to will it away, but there was nowhere to escape.
Victor could see the change roll over Aidan, and some guilt bubbled up inside of him. A sub drop was no one’s fault, it just happened sometimes with so many intense emotions and hormones rushing around. Aidan had seemed to enthusiastically enjoy everything that happened, so he didn’t think he’d crossed a line anywhere, but Victor felt a little bad for not knowing Aidan’s preferences around aftercare. He wasn’t a mind-reader, but he hadn’t made a point to explicitly broach the topic and ask questions like he probably should have. The excitement of the unknown was too exciting ... but then reality always crashed in. “Hey,” he said softly, shifting his body in closer. Aidan had curled up facing him, and Victor brought his knees up to loosely curl around him, draping an arm over him. “Do you like to be held? You need water, blanket, anything?” He was assuming Aidan had been through this before and knew his own needs, and in spite of the playful home invasions, Victor wanted to take care of him.
“What?” Aidan asked in confusion. His other hand rubbed over his face, trying to force the wave of emotion away to no avail. “I—I don’t know? What is—? I’m sorry, I… I don’t know what’s…what’s wrong with me…” His voice faded out as he gave up trying to explain something he didn’t understand. He only knew how pitiful he must look, having a sudden meltdown in another man’s bed. Shame hit him hard, hollowing him out and filling every crevice of his mind, and he trembled under the weight of it. He needed to leave, to disappear before Victor realized what kind of trash he had in his bed. Though surely he’d already known, using him like that, and was ready to throw him away. Running now would be the best option, but he was so fucking exhausted…
Victor’s brow flexed briefly as he caught up with the fact that Aidan didn’t know what was happening to him. It seemed like a pretty sharp sub drop too, and that tremor in his body was a little worrisome. “It’s okay,” he murmured to Aidan, giving his back a gentle rub. “I think you’re just having a drop, it’s normal.” Victor reached to tug the comforter over them, following an instinct to bundle Aidan up and keep him warm and cozy. He didn’t think there was anything pitiful about it, they’d just done something pretty intense for the first time together, and ... well now he was wondering if this was the first time Aidan had ever played with power dynamics like this. Had he just face-fucked a total newbie into the mattress? Goddammit. “It’s just the hormones, it’ll pass. Take some slow breaths, let me know if anything I’m doing feels bad.” Victor cuddled in a little closer and pressed a kiss to Aidan’s head.
Aidan leaned into Victor’s touch, resting his forehead on his shoulder as he tried to get his breathing under control. He wasn’t sure he would call this normal, since it had never happened to him before, and he thought he’d had enough sex to know by now, but he was clearly out of his element. Luckily, Victor seemed to have a better handle on what he was going through, or was at least familiar with it, so Aidan was inclined to listen to him. He shut his eyes and uncurled one hand to press it lightly against Victor’s chest. He could feel his heartbeat, the pulse of his magic, and a touch of his own magic as well, all tied up with Victor’s but slowly dissipating. Feeling warm and cared for slowly began to fight off some of the worst thoughts in his head; he was pretty sure Victor wouldn’t kiss and cuddle him if he was disgusted by him. “Sorry,” he repeated softly, too embarrassed to look up at Victor at the moment. “I’m not normally like this.”
“I would hope not, for your sake,” Victor told him quietly, a faint smile crossing his lips. “It’s never fun. But you’re okay, it’ll pass.” He shifted his arms a bit to better cradle Aidan against his chest, slowly running fingers through his hair in hopes to soothe him further. Some subs wanted space to decompress and process their feelings, but with the way Aidan leaned into him, Victor suspected he wasn’t one of those, at least not this time. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to Aidan’s temple. “You did nothing wrong. And everything was all beyond perfect. On my end, at least.” He gave a little huff and rubbed at Aidan’s back some more. Victor didn’t know yet if he had a praise kink, but sometimes the reassurance was good to hear anyway.
The praise made Aidan feel all warm and fuzzy inside, further counteracting the dark feelings he was having. It made him want to curl up further with Victor and snuggle with him, something he almost never did with anyone, though the way Victor was touching him made him feel like it might be okay. He especially loved the way his fingers ran through his hair, as if soothing away the pain he’d inflicted earlier. “It was perfect,” Aidan echoed softly. “Possibly the best…” He sighed heavily, his anxiety continuing to drain, though his energy remained zapped. Maybe that was to be expected. It had been intense from the start, his adrenaline spiking the moment he’d set foot on the property, only to be pushed higher and higher, beyond anything he ever got from breaking in or normal sex. But if this was normal for being with Victor, he needed to be a bit more prepared for it next time. For as much as this sucked, it was still worth it.
Hearing that made Victor smile -- doms needed reassurance too. Possibly the best sex Aidan had ever had, and they’d only done oral. It was almost like a challenge to him, Victor wanted to really blow Aidan’s mind next time. ... Or maybe a few times down the line, if Aidan kept coming back. Apparently he was new to all of this, and Victor probably should’ve done a better job easing into it. It was one thing to trade blowjobs with a guy, it was another to assert dominance and be rough like he’d done. He decided to save the apology for later when Aidan was feeling better, to avoid possibly stirring up even more negative emotions. For now he just kept petting him gently while they relaxed, dimly glad not to feel the pressure to make chit-chat. It was enough to just breathe and be warm together. Victor was interested in how Aidan’s magic felt against his own while they were this close -- he’d slept with a couple of other witches in his time, and that layer of it always felt kind of uniquely good.
Aidan quickly found that breathing deep and cuddling close helped immensely, as did all the comforting touches from Victor. Unfortunately, it was also starting to make him drowsy and as his eyelids started to fall he found himself smiling just a little. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fall asleep on you,” he warned, his thumb rubbing little circles on Victor’s chest. A part of him loved that idea, wanted to drag him under in all that warmth and care and stay there until morning, but in his experience that wasn’t welcome. It was normally fine, he was normally ready to jet, but this felt different and cozy and nice in a way that made him not as quick to abandon. Even if he hadn’t needed it, he found he liked it.
The little touches back were nice, and Victor took them as a sign that Aidan was starting to feel better. He wasn’t in any rush to separate and kick him out or anything -- it wasn’t often that Victor indulged in this kind of affection either. It was another reminder to him not to completely forget his human side. No matter what else he was, he was genetically a social creature who needed to be touched in non-sexual ways too sometimes. Maybe he and Aidan could help each other in that regard. And other ones. Maybe. “Do you want to stay?” he asked quietly, feeling pretty weary himself. It was probably ridiculous and dumb of him to invite a thief to sleep over when there was a lot of valuable stuff in his house ... but he got the feeling Aidan wasn’t going to rob him blind while he slept. If he swiped anything, it would be more for fun than profit, and Victor thought now that he could get it back. “Are you gonna clean me out if I let you sleep here?” he added with a smirk, his tone gently playful.
Aidan looked up at Victor, eyes wide as he searched his gaze for some ill intent, but found only sincerity there. Physically, the answer was an easy yes, but there were parts of his brain that hesitated, possibly the same ones that caused Victor to ask the question in hushed tones. There was an instinct to guard himself, but Victor had already seen him at his most vulnerable and handled him with an unexpected level of care for whatever they were. Would it really hurt to give in? A small smile tugged at his lips, the teasing easing an answer out of him. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asked, releasing his knees to let his legs slide down, his knees bumping up against Victor’s. His heart still pounded, but the trembling had stopped, and the horrible darkness that had taken over his mind had been reduced to fragments, no longer suffocating him. “I’d rather take something small and insignificant and see if you notice.” Light fingers traced over Victor’s chest, Aidan’s eyes dropping as he licked his lips, finding them still somewhat swollen from before. All teasing aside, he owed Victor an answer. “I’d like to stay,” he whispered, thumb brushing over Victor’s nipple as his eyes ticked back up to meet his. It was such a simple question and answer, yet it felt like an admission on both their parts, far deeper than what lay on the surface.
Somehow the idea of going through the watches and rings on the dresser, or the silverware drawer, or even his bookshelves to see if anything was missing appealed to Victor. An extension of their game. Beyond the usual stress of moving house, he’d been so bored for what felt like ages, something definitely missing in his personal life. Victor could get sex pretty easily, but this kind of mental excitement was much harder to come by. And to his surprise, he felt a certain kind of warmth bloom in his chest at Aidan’s earnest answer. He hadn’t felt that in a long time either. “Good,” he breathed back, getting a nice tingle from Aidan’s thumb. “Because I want you to.” He shifted in a bit closer, slipping his knee between Aidan’s thighs to tangle their legs together. It certainly felt like an admission of something on his end too, though Victor wasn’t sure what yet. Keen interest, maybe. He had no idea where this was going, but the journey was fucking delightful so far. He rested his forearm on Aidan’s upper arm so he could keep playing with his hair. “Did you enjoy it all? While it was happening?”
Aidan would have laughed if he’d known Victor was thinking about silverware, as it was something he had zero interest in stealing. Cash was best earned from jewelry and small electronics, but he wasn’t looking to make money off Victor. Anything he took, he expected to give back. It was a new approach for Aidan, who would never put this much work into stealing something he didn’t expect to keep, but nothing about what he had with Victor was normal. He smiled softly when Victor admitted he wanted him there, assuming that was the case, but glad to hear it anyways. The prolonged closeness felt good in a way that was different than sex, perhaps more affectionate, though Aidan didn’t want to read anything into it. It was just nice and he wanted more of it. “Yes,” he said with a small smirk as his fingers sought out Victor’s other nipple, this time giving it a little pinch. “Wouldn’t change a thing.” He didn’t want Victor to think that his behavior afterwards had anything to do with how much he’d enjoyed it. It was confusing, and he didn’t understand the sudden flood of emotion that had taken over, but it had mostly passed now. “Is that okay?”
Victor generally liked to approach things like this as openly and bluntly as possible, so everything was clear and everyone was on the same page. Doing this coy unspoken dance with Aidan was exciting, but now that he knew Aidan didn’t have a lot of experience with the kind of sex it seemed they were getting into ... the responsible thing was to talk about it. He smiled faintly and gave a lock of Aidan’s hair a tug in retaliation for the pinch. “Is it okay that you enjoyed the sex we just had?” he asked, cocking an amused eyebrow. “That’s how I prefer it, yeah. You’re cute.” Victor let out a soft huff and clunked their foreheads together, then pressed a kiss between Aidan’s eyebrows before he settled his head back to gaze at him again. “Have you done much of this before? Not sex, but ... you know, that kind of sex.” It was an open-ended question, he was curious now about Aidan’s experience and how it should affect his approach.
Aidan laughed silently as Victor tugged on his hair and would have attempted to escalate things in the same manner… if he wasn’t so damn tired. The energy it took to initiate moves that might become sexual just wasn’t there, and so his wandering hands stayed gentle, tracing the plains of Victor’s chest and stomach. Being called cute made him smile, and the kiss made his stomach flutter, but the question that followed had some weight to it. His answer could change things and his inclination was to play it close to the chest, to give the simple answer of ‘no’ and hope Victor dropped it, but that would probably make things worse. Victor had gone through the effort to ask; he deserved an answer. “Short answer is no,” Aidan said, licking his lips, unconsciously stalling. Sex wasn’t something he’d talked much about and doing so made him uncomfortable, even as he lay nude in Victor’s bed, his cum drying on the sheets. “Long answer… Nothing even remotely like—like that. I’d…I’d have confidently told you I was straight a month ago.” The last bit was said with a nervous little laugh as his face began to burn. “I have experience. It just… doesn’t apply.”
His stomach dipped a bit with an ‘oh shit’ feeling. Not only was Aidan new to the BDSM world, he was a baby bisexual to boot. Fuck, what was he getting himself into? The blush that spread across Aidan’s cheeks and that bashful little laugh gave him a different kind of flutter though, and Victor wanted to kiss and nibble on him and make him moan and shiver all over again. He took a deep slow breath through his nose and licked his lips. “Then I’m glad it was a good first time,” he murmured with a tiny smile. “I would’ve confidently told you I was straight back in high school, but ... my tastes are broader than that. I guess we have that in common.” Victor brushed his thumb along Aidan’s overly warm cheekbone. He could tell that Aidan wasn’t the most comfortable talking about it, and he knew it was late and they were both tired. They didn’t have to negotiate limits or pick a safeword or any such thing tonight. “I just want you to know that you can tell me no about anything, at any time,” he said. “That’s the most important thing to remember.”
They were close enough that Aidan could feel that slow, deep breath from Victor and he had a brief flash of fear that he’d revealed too much. He could sense Victor trying to soothe it over, to find some common ground, but he knew there was a big difference between them. “I’m not a virgin,” he said, since the color on his cheeks might make Victor think otherwise. “And I’m not going to have some existential crisis over my sexuality. I don’t want to freak you out. It just seemed like… like you might prefer honesty.” And for some reason, when Victor asked, Aidan answered. He couldn’t work out why; he just knew that it kept happening. It hadn’t bothered him thus far, but now he worried that it would change something about the way they’d operate and he’d very much enjoyed the way things were. “I know. I mean, I assumed that was the case,” he said with a small frown, still trying to string it all together in his head. “Have I done something to make you think… I mean… I liked everything, so far. And I’d have told you if I didn’t.”
“I definitely prefer honesty, it’s essential,” Victor confirmed quietly. He didn’t feel freaked out, only a little cautious now that he knew Aidan didn’t know his ass from his elbow when it came to kink. Nor did he have any other experience with men, and sometimes guys exploring their bisexuality for the first time ran into emotions they weren’t expecting. There was often toxic shit to unlearn. He had to smile faintly at Aidan’s confusion, his hand moving to trail little finger patterns down his back. “That’s good to hear ... no, you haven’t done anything, it’s just that when you play with power dynamics and rough sex, sometimes the lines of consent aren’t so clear. Some people like to struggle and be held down, some people don’t mean no when they say it in the heat of the moment ... I can be forceful sometimes, but I don’t want you to actually feel forced, you know? Beyond what you enjoy, anyway.” He gave another small smirk. “I just need you to know that you’re in control even if I’m holding you down to fuck your mouth.”