“Hey!” he laughed as he squirmed away from the touch, catching Victor’s fingers in his hand. It was one of those times where he might have said stop, but wouldn’t mean it in the least. He liked Victor’s hands on him, from the light caresses as they lay together in a post orgasmic haze to the tight wrapping of his fingers around his wrists or in his hair as he worked him into a frenzy. “Those fingers are dangerous,” he muttered, looking up at Victor with a little smirk. As tired as he was, it didn’t stop him from kissing and nipping at Victor’s finger tips before releasing them. Victor kept saying he was cute, and every time it did a number on Aidan’s stomach, not used to that kind of flattery. Or any, for that matter. He wanted to return the compliment, probably due to manners instilled in him at a young age, but cute wasn’t the right word. Victor was fucking hot, broad shoulders and trim waist with a perpetual pout and eyes he could drown in. He’d tried not to notice it that first time they met and failed abysmally. He couldn’t vocalize his appreciation without getting tongue-tied. But he could worship him with his eyes and with his mouth, and hopefully Victor could read between the lines.
Victor didn’t really need more compliments -- though he did enjoy them, who didn’t? -- his ego was pretty well inflated already. So far there seemed to be no question that Aidan was attracted to him, and if this was all some kind of long con, he deserved a fucking Oscar for it. The way Aidan nibbled on his fingers with those pretty blue eyes aimed up at him made his stomach curl and his cock twitch all over again. He was spent and weary in a content sort of way, but damn if that wasn’t an enticing image, and Victor sucked his bottom lip into his mouth for a brief moment. He found himself already hoping that Aidan wouldn’t slip out of the house without waking him in the morning. Victor moved those fingers to lightly grip Aidan’s jaw as he dipped in to kiss him again, relishing how Aidan’s facial hair felt against his own skin. He was a scruffy, odd little country witch, and a lot of people would probably say he didn’t belong Victor’s big nice bed in his big nice house, but that just made Victor want him there all the more. Dating other rich people had gotten so stale, maybe this was the kind of thing he needed -- totally unexpected, something new to explore. He hummed softly as he broke the kiss. “Don’t tempt me to show you more of what they can do,” he murmured.
Aidan couldn’t recall ever being so enthralled with another person. Maybe that was his own fault, for not letting anyone close enough to try, for being an outsider and making no attempts to change it, but he was inclined to think there was something different about Victor. He didn’t look down on him for being different, and he seemed interested in him as more than a passing curiosity. He entertained Aidan’s games and that was a huge thing—most people would have been done by now, but Victor encouraged it. It might not last, but he hoped it might because he was going to seriously miss Victor’s kisses otherwise. Even the way he touched him as their lips met made Aidan want to melt. “You’re lucky I’m tired,” he murmured, nudging his head against Victor’s. “Or I’d consider that a challenge.” It didn’t matter that some of those things might make him uncomfortable. Aidan would probably push his buttons anyways.