Aidan O’Reilly (alwaysathief) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-02-27 08:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, aidan, aidan x victor, victor |
Who: Aidan and Victor
When: morning, Saturday, July 14
Where: Victor’s house
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete, Part 1
Victor woke up gradually, which was a little unusual for him while sharing a bed with someone -- usually he slept light and uneasy, nearly every move and noise from the other person dragging him back into consciousness. This time it was a much slower process, like how it usually was when he was sleeping alone. Maybe due to the late hour when they’d gone to bed, maybe because the light coming in through the bedroom curtains was muted and gloomy ... or maybe it was the company himself. Aidan was curled up under the covers with his back to Victor, breathing deep and even, definitely still asleep. He hadn’t snuck out, hadn’t stolen the bed out from underneath him, or anything else for that matter, seeing as how he was still there and naked.
Victor watched the back of his head for a little while, studying how the dark brown waves fell and the gentle movements of Aidan’s shoulders. He wanted to roll into spooning him, touch his body, slide a hand down his belly to see if he had morning wood, maybe nibble on the back of his neck a little ... Did he know that any of that would be welcome in the daylight hours though? He didn’t. And it mattered more now than it had when Victor had caught him in the house that second time. They’d actually talked now, and Aidan was asleep and vulnerable, not actively rooting around in his home. Fuck, he really wanted to, though.
He compromised with himself by rolling onto his side, his body close to Aidan’s, and put a hand on the other man’s hip. Victor pressed a soft kiss to the back of his shoulder and waited until Aidan stirred a little. “You like coffee?” he asked in a low murmur.
Aidan wasn’t a heavy sleeper and had expected to wake several times throughout the night, just due to the different lighting and sounds of an unfamiliar room, but he didn’t even stir until he felt the bed shift beside him and Victor’s lips press against his shoulder. He’d fallen asleep wondering how the morning would go, if he was expected to sneak out before Victor woke up or if Victor would disappear leaving him to do the same. He hadn’t considered a more pleasant alternative, only because he’d never experienced one. He could feel Victor’s warmth behind him and shifted backward slightly as he answered him. “Yeah,” he murmured, slowly stretching then looking over his shoulder towards Victor. “Kinda slow without out.”
Victor inhaled slowly as Aidan backed into him, pressing their bodies flush together. His arm slipped around Aidan’s waist and he propped his head up on his other hand to look back at him. He was cute, even with a bit of sleep-puffiness and a line across his cheek from a crease in the pillowcase. It was probably crazy, but Victor wanted to kiss him, morning breath be damned. He shifted his hips slightly, his own stiff cock nudging against Aidan’s asscheek, and had to force himself not to do it again for more of that friction. “How do you take it?” he asked, a note of teasing innuendo in the words. “I’ll bring some up.” This whole thing was wonderfully indulgent, and having a bit of breakfast in bed would just be icing on the cake.
The feel of skin on skin was delicious and Aidan indulged as far as Victor would let him, sinking back into him as Victor’s arm draped over his waist. Though he hadn’t expected a morning cuddle, it was the best way to wake up, chasing away any doubts he might have had over staying the night. He was tempted to drift off again and wait until the scent of fresh coffee woke him, but then Victor’s hip shifted, rubbing his cock up against his ass, and Aidan felt his own twitch in response. It was probably a bad idea to tease when he had no intention of following through, but Aidan pressed back against him anyways. “Strong,” he grinned, choosing a word that better fed into the innuendo. “With a little sugar.”
He gave an amused huff, but damn if that wasn’t a delicious answer. Victor hummed and gave the top of Aidan’s shoulder a little bite. He knew they weren’t quite there yet when it came to sex, in spite of what his dick suddenly wanted, but Victor didn’t mind the teasing in the slightest. With any luck he would get some delightful revenge eventually. “Don’t leave,” he murmured next to Aidan’s ear. Victor squeezed his ass before he flexed enough willpower to roll away from all that warmth. He climbed out of bed and stretched before he shuffled toward the bedroom door, snagging a robe draped over the back of a chair on the way. Victor slipped into it and allowed himself one look over his shoulder at Aidan in his bed before he stepped out to head down to the kitchen.
“I won’t,” Aidan said with a soft laugh that became a moan as Victor squeezed his ass and climbed out of bed. It should have been embarrassing how easily that man turned him on, but he was groggy and Victor had already started to learn what buttons to push. Little shoulder bites and grabby hands were going to get the best of him one day. Aidan stretched out, arms over his head and toes curling, as he watched Victor don a robe and head towards the stairs. He gave him a little wave as he looked back, but stayed in bed until he was well out of sight. While he’d love to lounge a bit longer, now was a good time to relieve himself and at least swish some water around his mouth. He easily accomplished both before Victor returned with coffee, so he returned to bed, picking up the book on the nightstand and flipping through it as he waited for Victor.
There was plenty of time while the coffee brewed. Victor took the opportunity to mouth-swish himself and grab some cut fruit he had in the fridge for them to nibble on. He briefly considered making pancakes, but those were harder to eat in bed, and maybe it was too soon for pancakes. Though did he really give a shit about those arbitrary social norms? It wasn’t like anything they were doing so far was ‘normal.’ As he poured them each a mug and added Aidan’s bit of sugar, he decided to try to push all of those ‘should’s out of his brain. He just wanted to see this through, wherever it led. It led back to bed for the moment, and Victor was a fan of that, especially with such cute company. He walked back into the bedroom with a mug in each hand and the container of fruit tucked against his body with his forearm. He handed Aidan’s coffee over to him as he joined him on the bed, smiling a little his book in Aidan’s hands. “You read that one?” he asked.
Victor was gone just long enough that Aidan started reading the book, though he stopped as soon as Victor entered the room. “Not yet,” he said, returning the book to Victor’s nightstand. As he sat up, the sheets pooled around his waist, and he reached for the cup of coffee. “Is it good?” It appeared to be a little too highbrow for his tastes, but Aidan would read almost anything, except nonfiction and romance novels. The first he had trouble relating to, unless they fell into the humor category, and the latter just seemed silly. He’d noticed Victor’s vast collection of books the last few times he’d been there, but his focus had always been elsewhere and his visits short. He’d assumed they were just for show, that bookshelves in a study needed to be filled with books, but now he wondered if Victor had actually read them.
He hadn’t read every book he owned, but Victor had been through most of them. He was a fast, voracious reader, and had plenty of nonfiction mixed in with a lot of classics and novels. Romance had never been his thing -- at least not the mainstream kind, he sometimes found kinky erotica online that he enjoyed -- so Aidan wouldn’t find any of that on his shelves. “It’s a little dated in parts, but yeah it’s good,” Victor answered as he settled in, crossing his long legs at the ankles. He set the fruit container between them and sipped on his coffee, eyeing Aidan curiously. He wouldn’t have pegged him for a reader, but Aidan kept surprising him. Who knew if the O’Reillys even had cable or a good internet connection out there in the woods? Maybe books were all he had. “You like to read? Any particular favorites?”
While Aidan had access cable, he didn’t really have internet, except on his phone. Which was fine, since the last time he’d had a computer, he’d gotten frustrated with it and fried the motherboard. He had no real use for it and had never replaced it, instead sticking to what he knew. Books were an escape he’d discovered as a child, one he’d carried into his adult life with ease. He didn’t have to have money to read—just a library card. “Dune…” Aidan answered, brow furrowing as he tried fruitlessly to narrow it down. “Everything by Tolkien… Sherlock Holmes and Poe… King. The Godfather. I dunno. I’m probably forgetting something I’ve read half a dozen times.” It probably went without saying then that, yes, he loved to read. It was how he normally spent his evenings where he wasn’t planning an elaborate break-in.
Those were all good choices, and Victor gave a pleased smile as he picked out a strawberry half to pop into his mouth. If Aidan was reading Tolkien and really enjoying it, he was definitely smarter than he looked. Why did that make Victor’s heart pick up speed? He was far too into this already. “You know, I think it was John Waters who said if you go to someone’s house and they don’t have books, you shouldn’t fuck them,” he mused. “I’ve always thought it was good advice.” He didn’t know if Aidan had found all of his bookshelves attractive at the start of all of this, or if he’d even noticed when he was looking for something to steal. But Victor kind of hoped he would browse now and find that Victor had all those favorites in his collection too. “If you spot anything you want to borrow, feel free. Books, I mean.” He shot him an amused glance.
Aidan didn’t know who John Waters was, but the quote still made him laugh. It made him wonder what Victor would think of his bedroom, with one whole wall dedicated to books, some stacked double when he couldn’t find room for more. It was a space he couldn’t imagine Victor even stepping into, though Aidan was probably just as out of place in Victor’s bed, drinking coffee and snatching a strawberry for himself. “I might take you up on that,” he smiled. “Need to browse a little first. Didn’t really get a chance when I was trying not to drown, or running around the house in the dark.” But now that he’d had an invitation, he would make a point to, even if it was just to know Victor a little better.
“Uh huh, too busy looking for artifacts that don’t like you,” Victor said, obviously more amused about it than anything. He’d stashed the serpent dagger away in his office in a box that took some magic to open, just to see if it would disappear again. He was getting the impression that Aidan got off on the challenge of a good puzzle. At this point, he suspected that he would get back anything that Aidan stole, and he wondered if he would randomly spot gaps in his bookshelves now, like he was a library himself. Visited by the book fox. Sharing favorite books with someone felt like such an intimate thing, but he found himself hoping for it now. Victor sipped on his coffee again and picked up an apple slice to chase it with. “You got anywhere to be today?”
“She will like me,” Aidan argued with a laugh. “She just might bleed me dry first.” He didn’t care that it was taking him longer to figure it out; he loved the challenge and he was too stubborn to quit. That it was complicated would make his eventual success even sweeter, when he got back around to it. There were a lot more distractions in the house now and the dagger no longer took priority. “Not really,” he shrugged. “Got some booze to brew, but it can wait. I make my own deadlines.” Only a handful of customers knew how to reach him if they really wanted some and it wasn’t like they couldn’t get it elsewhere. It might not be as good, but if they wanted the good stuff, then they could wait. He couldn’t really speed it along. “What about you?”
“Nah,” Victor answered, shaking his head a bit. It was Saturday morning, he wasn’t obligated to do anything at all if he didn’t want to. “I need to catch up with my cousins, so maybe I’ll see what they’re up to later. Booze, huh? Beer, or ...?” He grinned suddenly. “Don’t tell me you’re making moonshine out there, mason jars and all?” If Aidan had to play into any hillbilly stereotype, being a moonshiner was one of the more fun ones, at least. Victor already wanted to taste it, whatever it was. He didn’t think he’d ever had home-brewed liquor -- it seemed like everybody and their brother had a microbrewery for beer these days. Aidan didn’t look like one of those types of hipster guys, but he didn’t look like a reader, either.
“I only make moonshine for friends,” Aidan grinned. “Mason jars will cost you extra.” He might have been in the dark about a lot of things, but he was aware of that stereotype and thought it more fun than offensive. “I make a little of everything—the six base liquors, unless someone asks for something special.” It was a bigger production than he was willing to admit, brewing just over a hundred bottles a month, though if Victor stuck around he might eventually figure it out. Aidan refused to acknowledge that he’d made an actual business out of it, despite it being a primary source of income for their family. If it felt like work, if it ceased being fun, then he wasn’t sure he’d want to continue. It was the moonshine that he enjoyed brewing the most though, as that was where he had license to get creative. “What do you like?”
His brows lifted in surprise. “No shit,” he murmured with a chuckle, lifting his coffee mug again. Making six different alcohols all at once sounded like complex, hard work to him, but he didn’t know a lot about any of it anyway. “I’d love to see your setup sometime. I like all kinds of things if they’re mixed well.” Victor chuckled faintly. “But I really only drink bourbon and scotch straight. I do love a good flavored moonshine though, so if you ever need a taste tester ...” He was sure Aidan never needed one, but Victor was curious now. They weren’t exactly friends yet, but maybe he would make an exception, or set some aside next time he made a batch.
“I don’t think it’d compare to what you’ve got downstairs. That stuff was smooth,” Aidan chuckled softly. The thought of Victor seeing his setup churned up all kinds of butterflies in his stomach, some giddy at the thought that Victor wanted to, others all nerves at what might happen if he did. Not only would he have a better understanding of how much work Aidan put into it, but he brewed at his house, and at his house was his family. It was a little too much to contemplate at the moment. “I’ll bring you something to taste,” he said, taking another sip of coffee, then setting it aside to grab a slice of apple. “Maybe… cinnamon? Or vanilla?”
Victor would’ve been gobsmacked if Aidan could produce anything that tasted like the bottle of scotch he’d sampled from Victor’s wet bar. He couldn’t remember exactly what he paid for it, but it had been a lot. He didn’t expect that level of liquor, but he still wanted to give it a try and see how it was done. “Mmm, vanilla, I think, for this time of year,” he answered, then grinned faintly. “Cinnamon always either reminds me of Christmas or getting way too drunk on Fireball in college and regretting it in the grossest ways possible.” It was probably a miracle he could eat or drink anything with cinnamon anymore. He gave Aidan a sidelong glance, trying not to focus too much on his lips while he chewed. “Do you have a favorite?”
“See, that’s the trick,” Aidan grinned, snatching a strawberry from the bowl. “It’s not as good as what you’re used to, but you’ll never get sick on it. No hangovers, no alcohol poisoning.” It had taken him years to perfect it, experimentation that had resulted in vomiting over the side of the bed and a ringing in his ears that made him want to bash his head in, but he’d eventually found a recipe and a spell that both tasted good and worked as designed. He could get trashed every night if he wanted to—and had for about a week after figuring it out. “I like peppermint at Christmas,” he said thoughtfully. As he finished off the strawberry, he began sucking the strawberry juice from the tips of his fingers, aware of Victor’s eyes on him. “Cucumber and Lime in the summer. Carmel’s probably my favorite though.”
It was hard to miss how Aidan kept picking up fruit, his hands quick and abrupt like he had to grab it before it was taken away. Did he have to compete for food at home? Was that a youngest-child thing? It made Victor even more curious, and he felt like he wanted to cook up a huge buffet and let Aidan have at it. It was also impossible to miss the finger sucking, but that had a much more pleasant context. “No hangovers or danger of dying? Shiiit,” Victor echoed with a little grin. He had to assume that any magic that had such a consistent influence over people’s body functions wasn’t easy to pull off, and he found himself impressed again. “You could make a killing -- hell, maybe you already do, not my business of course.” Victor chuckled. “Those are good picks though, nothing like fresh fruit taste in the summer.” He popped a chunk of watermelon into his mouth, then washed it down with some coffee.
“I do okay,” Aidan snickered, flattered at what he perceived as praise. Despite their economic differences, Victor never seemed to look down on him, or seem shocked at what he could pull off. Only a scattering of people were aware of what he could do and, though he wasn’t prone to bragging, he was proud of it. What had started as a challenge and a bit of a hobby and become an obsession and then a lucrative business. It wasn’t legal, but then nothing he did was. “Most of my supply goes to Dragonfly, so if you drink there, you might’ve had it.” Aidan had only set foot in the place to make deliveries. Nate seemed nice enough, but it felt too upscale for his tastes. Eyes still on Victor, Aidan snatched a piece of pineapple, ready for a bite as soon as he stopped talking, which he suddenly realized he’d been doing quite a bit. “It’s the Lost Pines label.”
Victor had been raised with a lot of privilege, but he knew that money didn’t make a witch, and he’d been raised knowing the names of the Six. That didn’t mean he knew Aidan, but learning that an O’Reilly son was a talented witch was no shock. Their blood made them closer than any numbers in a bank account ever could. That was how it felt at the moment, anyway. “I love Dragonfly,” he murmured with a little smile. Maybe that was predictable, but oh well. Being in The Porch for any length of time always made him feel like he needed a shower. Plus, Dragonfly hummed with magic, and he loved to soak it in. “Lost Pines. I’ll ask for it next time.” Victor lifted his mug toward his smirking lips again. “You know they say pineapple makes your cum taste better.”
Aidan could easily picture Victor in Dragonfly, in one of his pressed shirts, cuffs rolled to the elbow, maybe one of his shirt buttons open, exposing the thin silver chain that hung round his neck. If he’d been more comfortable there, Aidan would’ve thought about meeting him there for a drink sometime, but he always felt like people were watching him there, expecting him to pick their pockets the second they took their eyes off him. Aidan’s brows raised as he bit into the pineapple, a smirk curling on his lips as he licked the pineapple juice off. “Is that true?” he asked, then reached for another piece of pineapple, offering it to Victor. “Eat up, then.”
Cheeky fox. Victor grinned and leaned over to take the fruit from Aidan’s fingers with his mouth, his lashes dropping. He lingered over sucking on the tips of them for a few heartbeats, then sat back to chew, his gaze heavy-lidded as it settled on Aidan’s face again. “I dunno if it’s true or not, but I’ve never had any complaints,” he murmured. Aidan might have been trying to get under his skin, but Victor hadn’t heard him complaining the night before either. He relished the tart sweetness in his mouth as he let his eyes wander down Aidan’s bare chest, pleased he still hadn’t put any clothes on yet.
Aidan’s eyes lingered on Victor’s lips, the feel of them on his fingertips setting his heart beating faster. He hadn’t thought eating was especially sexy before, but Victor seemed capable of making anything look hot. “It wasn’t a complaint,” he said softly, selecting another piece of pineapple, this time for himself. “But if I’m going to swallow, I might as well benefit.” He hadn’t known he was going to until he’d actually done it, and then it had been more instinct than a desire to actually taste him. Now Aidan was curious and almost wanted to experiment, tasting Victor before pineapple, then after. It seemed improbable that a few bites of fruit would make a difference, but he couldn’t imagine Victor saying no either. Not that he was offering to blow him that instant… “You didn’t,” he pointed out with a smirk. “Should I add pineapple to my diet?”
“Mm, I never do the first time,” Victor said, his lips still curled a bit. “That’s a treat. You gotta earn it.” His tone was light and he shot Aidan an amused glance. He meant it though, it was his preference to save that particular thing for special occasions ... and to use it as a dangling carrot, a reward for good behavior. He grabbed another chunk of pineapple himself and sucked the juice off of his fingers before he reached for his coffee again. “But it never hurts to add more fruit into your life. You’ll need to be fit to keep up,” he added. He loved this kind of flirting, direct but coy at the same time, both of them feeling around for buttons to push in each other. It was starting to feel like foreplay to Victor.
Aidan wondered briefly if he’d been too easy, maybe allowed too much too early, but immediately backed out of that line of thinking. He’d enjoyed every second of last night and he didn’t need to be second guessing himself based on societal norms he neither knew or cared about. He just didn’t like the idea that Victor might think less of him… but Victor hadn’t said that. He just said that, when it came to him, he had to earn it. “How would I earn it?” he asked, teasing, but honestly curious. There were aspects of their—their relationship, or whatever it was, that he didn’t quite understand, and while his instincts had been fine so far, it wouldn’t hurt to ask. “Are you implying I’m not fit? I… Well, I don’t work out, but I eat plenty of fruit,” he said, snagging a grape and popping it into his mouth.
Aside from Victor’s explanation about safewords the night before, they hadn’t really discussed anything yet, and he didn’t really know how Aidan wanted this dynamic to look, if they were truly compatible or just riding some brief wave of chemistry. He was getting more and more eager to find out, but he didn’t want to overwhelm someone who had no experience with any of it. People got weird about kink sometimes, and he was a little concerned about scaring Aidan off. “Not implying anything,” he said innocently, though he couldn’t stop smirking. “Just saying. As for earning it ... you know, good behavior, hard work ... how do you earn anything?” Victor flashed him a grin, not inclined to be much more specific quite yet. “Maybe if you keep coming back, we can figure it out.”
“Good behavior?” Aidan raised a brow, then snorted in amusement. “I’m probably screwed then.” Hard work, though… that was possible. Victor would find he could be both focused and determined when there was something he wanted to achieve, and he had no intention of giving up. Aidan bit his lip, eyes on Victor as if he was assessing him or the situation itself. “I might still try though… And if you wanted rid of me, you shouldn’t have served me breakfast in bed,” he grinned, snatching another strawberry from the bowl. He fully intended to keep coming back, though maybe next time he’d be a little better informed.
Victor chuckled at the first part -- if that wasn’t the response of a brat, he didn’t know what was. Especially if part of him did actually want to try to behave. Aidan might not know how to put it into words at the moment, might not know there even were words for how he felt, or people who would understand those parts of him, but Victor saw it in him. Or at least he thought he did, and he really hoped he wasn’t wrong. “If I wanted rid of you, you wouldn’t be here anymore,” he murmured with a smug smile. He was amused by the idea of Aidan as a stray animal -- now that he’d fed the fox, it would keep coming around. And Victor had fed him with more than food this time. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could tame it enough to eat from his hand. He finished off his coffee and set the mug aside, and reached for one more apple slice to clear the taste out of his mouth, crunching as he shifted in closer to Aidan.
Aidan hummed in acknowledgement, enjoying the fact that Victor seemed to want him around for more than just sex. While it was an unexpected development, it was something he found himself wanting the more he got a taste of it. Victor was different than most people he met, less judgmental and more inquisitive. The more he got to know him, the more he wanted to know, even if he was reluctant to ask. Plus, Aidan truly enjoyed the games they’d been playing. He just hoped he could keep them interesting. “So… is there any time I shouldn’t stop by?” he asked, leaning into Victor as he grabbed himself one last piece of fruit. He didn’t know if Victor traveled for work or ever had house guests, but he didn’t want to show up wanting to play and find Victor unavailable. That would be frustrating for both of them.
He gave a noncommittal hum as he thought. There would be times that wouldn’t be good for a visit, though probably fewer than there would’ve been before he moved here. Victor hadn’t exactly stepped into a busy social life. He hoped to sometimes have family around and clients over, and maybe a date at some point. He would have to see. Victor pursed his lips a bit and then quirked his brow at Aidan. “How about ... a signal?” he suggested. He moved the fruit bowl out of the way and shifted down onto his side, head propped up on one hand. “The light above the basement door. I’ll leave it on if it’s a bad time. If it’s off ... do what you need to do.” Victor grinned a little and reached for Aidan, hooking his arm around him to pull him in closer. They were more awake now, and it still felt good to have him there, and Victor wanted to feel more of him before he got away again. “How’s that sound?” he murmured.
Though he knew he’d be disappointed if he ever showed up to find that light on, Aidan agreed it was a good idea. It would prevent him from creating a potentially awkward situation where Victor had to explain that the person breaking into his house was welcome there, something he was sure very few people would understand. “I like that,” Aidan smirked, sliding his legs against Victor’s as he moved closer, his pulse beginning to quicken. Without any more food to distract himself with, his hands went to Victor’s robe, smoothing over the black silk. It was thin enough that he could feel the warmth of Victor’s skin beneath it, hard muscle covered by the softest fabric he’d ever felt in his life. His finger traced the line of exposed skin at his neck down his chest until it stopped at the base of the V, then his eyes ticked up to Victor’s. “This is nice,” he said, giving the lapel a little tug. He tried not to think too much about it, but knew it probably cost a fortune.
Part of their game so far had been Aidan getting through his magical defenses, and if that was going to continue, they definitely needed a way to communicate when the timing was bad for that sort of thing. Not only to avoid awkward explanations, but also to avoid triggering wards that might harm or scare someone else in his house. It seemed to make more sense to flip a light off to invite a burglary, so he was pleased with the idea too. More sensible people might just text each other to check, but that would ruin the element of surprise, wouldn’t it? And Victor was already looking forward to the next surprise. He liked the way Aidan obviously felt free to touch him, pleasant tingles following the finger against his bare skin. “Thank you,” he murmured, a little smile toying with his lips as his core started to feel warmer. “It’s roomy too.” He slipped his hand between them to tug the silk belt loose, and opened the robe to wrap it around Aidan too so he could feel more of it as their bodies came flush together. Victor loved sensory play, and he doubted Aidan had much experience with silk. He nudged their noses together before he kissed him, light and soft to start out.
Aidan laughed softly, amused by the idea that he could fit inside the robe with Victor, but also enjoying the slide of it against his skin. The only thing better was the warm, velvet touch of Victor’s chest against his own, their hips so close that Aidan could feel the warmth building between them. His eyes shut as Victor kissed him, his fingers spreading across Victor’s chest as he relaxed into it, enjoying how easy it was to be with Victor. With other people, he might have second guessed himself, hesitated or become stuck in his own uncertainty, but Victor’s ability to initiate things himself removed that weight from Aidan’s shoulders. He wouldn’t be there if he wasn’t welcome, and he wouldn’t pull him in if he didn’t want to be touched. He didn’t have to deal with Victor being coy; if anything, he was far more blunt about what he wanted. Aidan might have to get used to it, but he found he preferred it.
One of the things Victor appreciated the most about the BDSM lifestyle was the communication -- everybody on the same page about likes and dislikes, the hard limits in place, safeguards in case things went too far. It took so much guesswork out of everything, it was safer, he’d had far healthier kinky relationships than vanilla ones. He knew that he and Aidan weren’t there yet, but once there was more trust between them, he thought he could guide Aidan through building their structure together, if he was willing. It wasn’t always easy for people who weren’t used to talking openly about their desires, but Victor had hope. Until then he was content to keep things simple, but he couldn’t turn off his dominant desire to make the first moves. So far Aidan didn’t seem to mind. Slowly caressing Aidan’s lips with his own, Victor trailed his fingertips down Aidan’s spine, along the edge of the robe. How many people in his life touched him softly? Maybe the girls he had sex with, maybe not. Victor had fucked vanilla girls who had barely touched him at all. Any of the men? Doubtful. He parted his lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue gently probing as he lightly drew little patterns on the small of Aidan’s back.
Aidan could easily say that no one had ever touched him like Victor did—not when he was gentle, nor when he was firm. He was used to groping, fumbling hands, and the occasional cut of nails into his shoulders. He’d had sex up against walls, behind bars and in bathroom stalls, in the back seat of cars, and a handful of beds. He was always some level of intoxicated, but if there was one kink of his that he could identify, it was the high that came with fucking in public. That was where his knowledge of kink ended, prior to Victor and his hands that gave him goosebumps with featherlight touches. As Victor’s fingers drifted down his spine, Aidan’s cock began to swell and his kisses grew more needy. His own hands, reluctant to lead, slid down to Victor’s hips, his thumbs tracing along the divot that separated Victor’s thighs from his torso. Had anyone else ever made him feel so overheated with nothing but kisses and teasing touches? No, never. It was just one more reason Aidan was drawn to Victor, a moth to the flame, asking to be burned.
Victor could practically track the rise in temperature in Aidan’s body -- hell, just in the air between them. He could feel Aidan’s arousal growing in the kiss and the way he touched him, even before he felt the hot skin of Aidan’s blooming erection touch his hip. Knowing that he was turning the other man on triggered a stronger wave of lust inside of Victor, and he flattened his hand against Aidan’s lower back to pull their bodies together, so Aidan could feel how hard he was getting too. Victor slipped his knee between Aidan’s thighs to get even closer, his hips rocking just a bit for a taste of friction against bare skin. It had been a while since he’d been with someone he couldn’t actually fuck yet, the Too Soon line drawn in the sand. It was kind of sweetly nostalgic to have a chance to just make out, to have to hold himself back and ramp up that denial-desire. Victor nipped lightly at his bottom lip, a soft groan in his throat. He passed his hand over Aidan’s hip and down his thigh, gripping the taut muscle here and there, feeling the shape of him.
Like Victor, Aidan wasn’t used to fooling around without fucking, and even less accustomed to being the one preventing it from happening. But then he’d also never been fucked before, and it went without saying that that was the dynamic between them, fitting together like two perfectly matched puzzle pieces. He had no desire to reverse it, not even in the fantasies he’d had alone in his bed. It didn’t stop the natural rhythm of his hips though, grinding against Victor as his knee slid between Aidan’s legs. It wasn’t enough to get him anywhere, but fuck it felt good, and his thigh moved up over Victor’s hip as Victor’s hand gripped him there. He was going to need more, they both were, but Aidan wasn’t in a hurry to figure out what. He nipped back at Victor’s lips, a teasing little bite in return for what he’d received, and slid his hands around Victor’s waist, holding him close. The less room there was between them, the better.
The press of Aidan’s thigh against his hip made Victor tingle all over, and his slid his hand down to squeeze his ass. The way Aidan moved against him was fucking tantalizing. It made Victor yearn to just slide right into him. The reality wouldn’t be that fast or smooth, he knew from experience, but it was still delicious to fantasize about. Victor couldn’t wait to hear him moan as he got filled for the first time. He shifted his hips until their cocks were nudged up against one another, rubbing slowly with their grinding thrusts. Victor trailed his fingers up Aidan’s body until he was lightly gripping his jaw, then pulled his mouth away to kiss down Aidan’s jaw and neck, turning his face to give himself more room. “You’re such a pleasant surprise,” he purred, letting his breath play over Aidan’s throat. “I thought I would be bored here.”
Aidan groaned as their cocks lined up, adding to the friction in the most delicious way. Just the knowledge that it was Victor’s dick seemed to make it feel that much better. By the time Victor tore his lips away, Aidan was breathless, and the kisses that trailed over his jaw and neck only served to make it worse. He hadn’t ever realized how sensitive he was there, or anywhere it seemed. The way Victor touched him and let his lips trail over his skin set his nerves ablaze, sending signals straight to his cock. “I’m happy to entertain you,” Aidan said with a little smile. “I’ve been bored. Didn’t expect to find you.” Not here, not anywhere, not like this. Aidan hadn’t even been looking for a lover, or whatever this was, but he wanted more of it.
Victor had no doubt about that. Aidan’t hadn’t known what he was walking into any more than Victor had seen him coming. He hadn’t been looking for anything either, not this soon after moving to town, and definitely not in this context. But now this delicious opportunity had fallen into his bed, and he didn’t want to waste it. Victor teased at the side of Aidan’s neck with his tongue before he bit him, the pressure slow but firm. Fuck, that was always such a good feeling. Victor groaned softly and let go to give Aidan’s neck a couple of soothing licks, then brought his hand up to get it wet. He slipped his hand between them, nudging his own cock down to slip it between Aidan’s thigh and his balls, rubbing the slick head against that sensitive spot behind them. Victor spit into his palm a bit more and wrapped his hand around Aidan’s cock, giving him a slow stroke while he kissed at his jaw again.
Aidan inhaled through his teeth as Victor bit down on his neck, trapping the air in his lungs so that they burned as the pain in his neck slowly spread. He groaned when Victor released him, the exhale intensifying the feeling, and shivered as Victor’s tongue soothed the wound. It made him wonder what it looked like and how long it would stay, and though he doubted it would last more than five minutes, he kind of hoped it would. His eyes opened to watch Victor lick his hand, but what followed wasn’t quite what he expected. His breath hitched as Victor’s dick rubbed at that spot between behind his balls, so sensitive and so close to his entrance that Aidan’s skin tingled. “Fuck,” he gasped as Victor wrapped a hand around him, adding to the stimulation. He hadn’t expected to like that, not at all, but the way it made his dick jump and his ass clench was undeniable. The parts of him that had never been played with, or even touched, were far more sensitive than he realized.
It obviously felt good, like Victor thought it would, and Aidan’s reaction made it feel even better to him. He ground against that warm spot, his cock tingling from the pressure. It would only take some more lubrication and a shift of Aidan’s hips and he’d be inside him ... later, he told himself. This moment was about easing him in that direction, tickling his curiosity, whetting his appetite. “You like that?” he breathed, then nipped again at Aidan’s neck. Victor kissed his way back to his lips, dragging his hand up the shaft of his cock again. He rocked his hips like he would if he was slow-fucking Aidan, his breathing thick and heavy between kisses. He felt words in his throat, promises he knew he shouldn’t make, the kind of impulse that came over him when he was feeling most possessive and like he wanted to force pleasure on someone he owned completely. Victor felt an echo of that now, however fleeting it would be.
The answer was yes, obviously yes, but Aidan couldn’t bring himself to say it. It was too closely tied to the last vestiges of a sexuality he no longer identified with, and admitting it would shatter any deniability that remained. He wasn’t sure why he even held on, not after how greedily he’d sucked down Victor’s cock the night before, but the words got stuck in his throat. He nodded instead, hoping that was enough, because if Victor stopped he just might lose it. He could almost imagine what it might feel like—almost because he knew that he really had no fucking clue, and that was the root of his fear. But now that he knew it was there, now that he both craved it and feared it, he could no longer ignore it, and it was only a matter of time before he threw himself at it full force. If Victor was patient, and Aidan prayed that he would be, he’d get a legit answer next time. Aidan was sure that once that bubble burst, Victor would be able to drag all kinds of words out of him.
The silent nod was enough for now. Victor wanted to hear him whimper and beg to be fucked, reduced to a mindless mess of need ... but all things in good time. For now the most important thing was laying the groundwork of trust between them. Maybe that was a weird goal considering how all of this started with mutual violation, but it was still important. He needed Aidan to trust that he wouldn’t cross boundaries or force anything ... again. Victor felt a bit like he had some ground to make up for, so as much as he wanted to slip the head of his cock into Aidan’s ass, he could wait. Instead Victor stroked his cock and kissed him with open hunger, focusing on just how good it felt to have Aidan’s chest against his, how well their bodies moved together, how hard and tense Aidan was. His own body was antsy and needy, but even the denial felt pretty fucking good while they were making out like this.
Aidan couldn’t remember the last time he’d sat in a state of raw lust without sprinting towards completion. It gave him time to feel everything—every slip of Victor’s hand over the crown of his cock, each time Victor’s cock brushed against his asshole, Victor’s lips continuing to stroke his in a kiss that was starting to become sloppy on his end. He hadn’t been aware he could feel so much at one time, that his attention could be so torn between sensations that it might overload his brain. It made all the vanilla sex he’d ever had seem boring, reduced to sticking his dick in a warm, wet hole while the rest of him got ignored. And this wasn’t even sex; it was a tease, a poor facsimile of the real thing, and yet he was still turning into a quivering ball of need. “Fuck,” he panted between kisses, his voice barely a whisper between them. “Will I… Is it…good?”
Victor was spoiled by all the intense sensory play he’d gotten to have, hooked on sex that involved full bodies and rapt attention. He preferred it that way, so finding a partner for vanilla sex rarely even felt worth the effort anymore. Aidan though, Aidan was not straight vanilla, even if he barely realized it yet. The question made Victor smile reflexively, and he hummed and nodded. “It takes a little time to work up to, but once you’re there ... it feels fucking amazing,” he murmured, brushing their noses together. Victor was a dominant top at heart, but that didn’t mean he had no experience with receiving -- he liked knowing what his subs were feeling, so he’d tried pretty much everything himself. Bottoming was incredibly intense and vulnerable for him, and he’d only found a couple of people he trusted with it in the past. He couldn’t predict if Aidan would like it or not, but Victor would do everything possible to make it good for him. “I’ll give you a taste, if you want it,” he whispered, releasing Aidan’s cock to brush those fingers along the bottom of his thigh toward his asscheeks.
Aidan’s skin tingled as Victor’s fingers trailed along the curve of his ass, sending goosebumps up his spine. The offer rang out in his brain, sending it spinning into the lust filled fog in search of an answer. This was, by far, the most intimate encounter he’d ever had, even more than the night before, and that had felt difficult to top. This was the level of intensity he was signing up for, a connection that was about more than a quick release; it required trust far beyond what he normally offered up, and a vulnerability that he usually shirked away from. But in return, Victor could make him feel more than he’d ever felt, more than he’d even dreamed of, and that was enough to tip the scales. He gave a little nod of acceptance, this time summoning the courage to whisper the word against Victor’s lips. “Yeah,” he breathed, his arm wrapping around Victor to pull himself closer, so that his cock was wedged between them, getting a touch of friction with every little movement.
Moments like this made Victor wish he was telekinetic, because the lube was out of reach without moving, and he didn’t really want to put any space between them. Victor could create water with his fingertips, but pure water didn’t make for good lubricant, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Aidan in a not-fun way. His answer was simple and sure, but Victor had a feeling there were a lot of uncertain thoughts underneath it. Victor kissed him again, then started to gently pull his upper body away. “Hold that thought,” he whispered with a little grin. The bed was big enough that he actually had to roll and sit up in order to tug his nightstand drawer open to find what he wanted -- he was definitely going to fix that and sleep with a bottle of lube under his damn pillow from now on. Victor took the opportunity to tug his robe off, the material more in the way than alluring now. He got back into his previous position on his side, pulling Aidan’s thigh up onto his hip again before he got his fingers slicked up. Victor reached around Aidan’s hip, lightly bumping their foreheads together as he got started, his fingers rubbing in slow gentle circles to get him used to the intimate touch.
If Aidan had thought about it for even half a second, he would have known that lube was essential, but seeing as how it was something he’d never personally owned, it didn’t occur to him until that moment. Confusion at the distance Victor put between them was instantly replaced with a touch of embarrassment, though he couldn’t precisely say what he was embarrassed about. That he didn’t have a self-lubricating ass? It was a crazy enough thought that it calmed his nerves, reminding him that Victor knew what he was doing even if he was a fish out of water. He was a touch sad to see the robe go, but the fact that it gave him Victor in his full glory made it worth it. Not even a minute had passed before they were back where they started, bodies pressed together, though this time Victor’s fingers were slick as they moved in, slowly rubbing against his entrance. His first inclination was to tense up, but the more Victor did it, the easier it became to relax. His nose brushed against Victor’s, his lips brushed over his in a kiss. Once he got past the fear, that was actually incredibly erotic.
Victor shifted his pelvis until his cock was cozied up against Aidan’s again, so he had plenty of room to work, and there was no perceived ‘danger’ of him trying to slip his dick in. Thinking ahead and anticipating needs was a big part of being a dominant, to Victor, and it felt unspeakably good to be in that role again. All he wanted to do now was fill Aidan up with as much pleasure as he could stand ... and then push him a little more. He loved feeling every tiny tremor in Aidan’s body and the rush of every excited breath, especially knowing just how good it could feel if Aidan relaxed into it. Lightly nibbling at Aidan’s bottom lip, Victor pressed the tip of his middle finger against Aidan’s ass until it was accepted, then eased it in to the first knuckle. This was the point where his patience really came in handy. Victor slowly worked that finger in and out of Aidan’s body, gradually pushing deeper as he went, focused on reading those involuntary cues on what felt good and what was too fast, until his entire finger was buried.
It was weird being in a position where Aidan didn’t have to think about anything but his own pleasure. It felt selfish, and he tried to move a hand down between them to stroke their cocks to give Victor something in return, but he wasn’t sure he could manage with Victor’s finger probing his ass. His hand kept stopping as his focus drifted, and he went from holding his breath to panting hard, then back again, his hand resuming along with his breathing. The initial intrusion felt so foreign, but as the discomfort subsided it was replaced by a delicious pressure unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He groaned as Victor pressed deeper, each stroke of his finger sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, and he laughed softly when Victor stopped, remembering just how long his fingers were. “You’ll never fit,” he said against Victor’s lips, his own turning up in the smallest smile. “Oh my God, that’s… fuck.”
He couldn’t stop the low chuckle that bubbled up in his throat, and Victor grinned wider than Aidan could at the moment. “You’d be very surprised,” he purred. “And it feels so damn good to be filled up by a hot cock ...” He stole another kiss, Aidan’s ineloquent words encouraging him further, his insides all melty from controlling the pleasure. He didn’t mind having his cock played with, of course, and feeling Aidan’s own rubbing against his as he haltingly stroked them both was enough to keep Victor’s body fully engaged as well as his mind. There was nothing selfish about taking freely given pleasure, in his opinion, and he wasn’t worried about himself at the moment, only concerned with making this a good experience for Aidan. Victor worked his ass for another moment, then began the process all over again with a second finger added, just as slow to make the stretch as gentle as possible.
For someone who couldn’t get his own words out, Victor’s had a powerful effect on him, the tone and crudeness alone enough to get him hard if he hadn’t been already. Aidan wouldn’t have believed him if it weren’t for how good Victor’s fingers felt, filling and stretching him until he was squirming against them. It started without him even noticing, at first as added friction against his dick, but then he was pushing back on Victor’s fingers, seeking them as they pushed back in. But as soon as it started to get easy, Victor added a second and Aidan stopped, needing to let his body adjust. There was more of a burn this time, more of a stretch, making each stroke of his fingers more intense than the last, but as good as it was, Aidan wasn’t sure it would ever be enough. “Can I… I mean…” He licked his lips, frustrated how hard it was to think. “It’s good. Really good. But… I dunno if it’s enough. To get me off, I mean.”
“Who said anything about getting you off?” Victor teased, smirking as he pushed his fingers deeper into Aidan. If he liked this, he really was going to love a cock -- Victor’s cock -- once they got there. Smoother, warmer, no fingernails or knuckles, just that delicious fullness. The way Aidan’s stumbling words started with a question made Victor’s core clench happily, like he was already asking for permission. Fuck, he was going to be so fun to train. Victor gave Aidan’s cheek a playful little bite and put his mouth closer to his ear, curling his fingers to find that sweet spot inside of him. “Does this make you want to touch yourself?” he murmured. Victor rocked his hips to rub their cocks together, a drop of precum leaking out of him. “Do it, I want to feel you come while I fingerfuck you.”
Aidan poked his fingers into Victor’s ribs at the threat of leaving him like this, certain he was teasing, but sensing that it could be a very real threat if Victor wanted it to be. He’d turned over control to Victor and even if he attempted to take it back, it wouldn’t be the same. Even if his fingers were as long and skilled as Victors, it would be nowhere near as satisfying. He’d be missing every little bite, every whisper dropped from those smirking lips, so he just had to trust that he wouldn’t leave him hanging. He was on the verge of whining when Victor’s fingers curled inside him, pressing against a spot that made his eyes go wide as he cried out. That! Yes! Holy shit, that! He wasn’t sure if the words were gasped from his lips or just in his mind, but that was going to ruin him. Victor’s permission was all he needed for his hand to drop between them, wrap around their cocks, and stroke with intent. A bit of spit would have felt better, but with Victor’s fingers curling inside him like that he didn’t need it. “Fuck, Victor,” he gasped, stroking only a few more times before he came between them, his hips jerking as he clenched around Victor’s fingers.
That was the kind of reaction he’d been hoping for, and a wolfish grin bloomed on Victor’s face and stayed there while Aidan spasmed around his fingers. Victor wasn’t close enough to orgasm for Aidan’s hand to do much for him, but feeling his cock jerk and throb against his own was insanely hot. “Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he whispered, drinking it all in. “So fucking hot.” He’d known that first real encounter with his prostate would be intense for Aidan, but that almost-immediate explosion was a delightful surprise ... and almost on command, too. Victor slowed his fingers down to let Aidan’s body get through the strongest contractions without hurting him, then stopped completely when Aidan seemed to have peaked. He chuckled warmly and nuzzled his face a bit, his own hips pushing forward a bit for more of that body heat. “And that’s just a taste,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against Aidan’s breathless lips. Victor gave him another moment or two to recover, then started to gingerly withdraw his fingers with a soft warning, “This might feel weird.”
It blew Aidan’s mind how fast he’d reached his peak, how a little stimulation in just the right place could make him a complete mess. It was the sort of orgasm that rocked him to his core and that was only Victor’s fingers. Well, and his. As incredible as it was, Aidan still wasn’t sure he’d have gotten there without a little extra stimulation on his part, but he also wouldn’t be surprised if Victor found a way to prove him wrong. Aidan was so out of his depth that anything felt possible. “That was… fucking intense,” Aidan panted, instinctively curling against Victor as he began to cool in the afterglow. He shuddered as Victor removed his fingers, giving a little nod because, yes, that wasn’t entirely pleasant, but it wasn’t awful. Just strange. “What can I do for you?” he muttered as his hand moved back between them to wrap around Victor’s cock. Fuck, they were a mess, his cum was everywhere, but he wasn’t going to leave Victor like this. It wouldn’t be fair.
Victor almost felt satisfied enough, like he didn’t really need release, even though Aidan’s climax had his balls aching with arousal. He could be generous when he wanted to be, but was that really necessary when Aidan himself didn’t want to leave him hanging? Or he at least felt obligated to offer, Victor wasn’t exactly sure which. “Nothing you don’t want to do,” he murmured after a moment’s thought. He hadn’t learned Aidan’s post-coital preferences yet, so he didn’t know if he was genuinely still good to go, or if he would rather just relax. He’d just been through an intense experience for the first time, Victor didn’t want him to feel too overstimulated. If Aidan needed some snuggling aftercare as he came down, Victor wanted to provide it. But damn was it promising to hear him ask. “Give me a hand, give me your mouth ... or if you want to hop in the shower, you’re more than welcome. I’ll join you in a few.” His tone said he would be fine with any of those options. Hell, he would be fine if Aidan just wanted to lay there and let Victor jerk off ... it wouldn’t take him long.
Aidan would have been happy just to cuddle and had the vague thought that if Victor had fucked him, he probably would have been able to do just that. But it didn’t sit right with him to leave Victor unsatisfied. He stroked Victor’s cock slowly, a smile curling on his lips as Victor listed off a few of his options, and while a shower sounded divine, he kind of wanted to be there to dirty Victor up a bit more first. “I like touching you,” he murmured as his hand slid down to fondle Victor’s balls for a moment before resuming his stroking. He was making a right mess, smearing his cum down Victor’s shaft, but there was a primal part of himself that loved it and he wondered if Victor felt the same. It was hard to tell—his house was spotless, but his mouth was filthy, something Aidan was already starting to love. “If I give you my mouth, can I still have a shower?” he asked, smiling against Victor’s skin as he began to slide down his body, placing open mouthed kisses across his shoulder and chest.
That might have been the first thing Aidan was verbally explicit about liking, and it fed so hard into Victor’s dominant ego. Of course Aidan liked touching him and wanted to keep doing it, of course he wanted Victor’s cock in his mouth now. And if he was just trying to please Victor, then even better, that was the headspace Victor wanted him in. He rolled further onto his back as Aidan started making his way downward, slipping his clean fingers into that tangle of wavy dark hair. “Of course, I always keep my toys clean,” Victor murmured with a smirk. Did Aidan like to be objectified? Possessed? Victor couldn’t wait to find out. He fucking loved that Aidan was going to suck his own cum off of Victor’s cock, clean up some of his own mess before they really got clean. His cock was already twitching with anticipation against his lower belly. “Go on, taste yourself,” he breathed softly, his tone more velvety as a fresh wave of lust ran through him.
Aidan gave Victor’s hip a sharp little nip, though the grin he was wearing gave away his true feelings on the matter. He wasn’t sure which he liked better, being Victor’s toy or just being his. Both were appealing and he was glad he didn’t have to choose, too preoccupied with the task he’d given himself to really think about anything else. As new to this as he was, Aidan still worried that he wasn’t especially good at it, but Victor’s encouragement and the desire in his eyes kept him going. Aidan took hold of the base of Victor’s cock as he began to lick it in broad swipes, his tongue running base to tip until it was clean. It wasn’t the best thing he’d ever tasted, but fuck did he get a rush out of doing it. If he hadn’t been so recently spent, Aidan was sure he’d be hard. Better than his own mess was Victor’s, hot and leaking precum from the crown, and Aidan licked it off before sliding his lips down around him with a soft hum.
Those firm licks were like the most erotic kind of massage, and Victor groaned low in his throat as he soaked in the pleasure. It was lovely to watch too, and he pulled a pillow more firmly under his head and neck so he had a good view. The way his tongue took all that cream off of Victor’s dick made him want to lavish Aidan in filthy praise, but he still didn’t know where the other man felt about so many things, and that post-nut clarity could really change the dynamic in a guy’s brain. It was probably better to watch what he said for the moment, so Victor sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he watched. Aidan got another dollop of precum on his tongue as he took Victor’s cock deeper, and he couldn’t help the way his hips flexed upward for more of it. “Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “That feels so fucking good.”
The feedback was so damn nice, knowing that Victor liked what he was doing made all the difference in the world. It spurred him on, taking Victor deeper as he aimed for more of that praise, though he saw the lift of Victor’s hips as an achievement as well. He knew what it felt like to chase that warmth and suction, knew the need to thrust, even while trying to hold back. Victor had done so much of that for him, keeping control while Aidan absolutely lost his mind, and he had to wonder if he liked it that way. What did it look like for Victor to lose control? Aidan wanted to get him there, but he got the feeling he’d have to learn the rules of the game first. In the meantime, he was sure he could get Victor to come and his cheeks hollowed out as he started to work him in that direction, his head bobbing as he moved faster to give Victor the friction he needed.
Aidan’s experience was very limited, but he was obviously learning fast -- or he was at least familiar enough with the equipment to make a good showing. Out of all the genitals Victor had encountered, penises were usually the easiest to please, but not necessarily for a guy who’d never handled any but his own before. Aidan seemed to enjoy the praise though, and Victor wasn’t going to hold back any encouragement to help his confidence grow. He dragged a sharp breath in through his teeth as Aidan picked up the pace and sucked harder, his eyes coming open again to watch his cock disappear between Aidan’s lips over and over. He wasn’t trying to hold back anymore, and it was obvious Aidan was going to get him there fast. “You look so goddamn good too ... play with my balls while you suck me,” he murmured, his grip tightening in Aidan’s hair. Victor gave him the smallest nudge to go faster, but didn’t try to really control his head. That could come later.
Aidan’s eyes opened just long enough to flick up to Victor’s, his lips turning up as he shifted to move his free hand between Victor’s legs. He felt clumsy trying to manage so much at once, but was determined to make up for it with the effort he put forth. He followed Victor’s lead, letting the hold on his hair guide his speed, and rolled Victor’s balls in his palm as he pushed himself to take more, holding his breath as he felt the blunt head of Victor’s cock hit the back of his throat. Once, twice, he swallowed around him before he gagged, then pulled back before trying again, attempting to find a rhythm where he could take all of Victor without choking. While it didn’t necessarily bother him, he didn’t know if it was a turn off for Victor. There was so much they didn’t know about each other, little quirks and kinks Aidan was eager to figure out, and he watched Victor, hoping to learn.
Victor certainly hadn’t expected him to start trying to deepthroat yet, and the effort more than made up for any clumsiness. A few more breathy curses escaped him as Aidan’s throat milked his cock, pleasure pulsing up his spine. The gagging was just more icing on the cake, especially since it was voluntary. He’d gotten to fuck Aidan’s mouth exactly how he wanted the night before, and it was so hot to know that giving him the reins -- at least most of the reins -- wasn’t disappointing. He pulled one knee up a bit, unable to keep completely still, more and more of his body tensing up. “Fuck, Aidan,” he groaned, breathing heavy now. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come ...” Victor’s hips bucked a little and his grip tightened in Aidan’s hair to hold his head still. He did his best not to thrust too deep, but he couldn’t stop the instinct to thrust anymore, and it felt so fucking good to fuck Aidan’s mouth. His moans ramped up for a moment before his breath caught and he shuddered as he came.
Aidan knew he wasn’t especially skilled at sucking cock, certainly not on his second go, but if he was going to fuck around with Victor, he wanted to be. It was the only part of being a good lay that he had a bit of control over and if that meant pushing himself to try new things, then he would do it. If the gagging or general sloppiness bothered Victor, Aidan couldn’t tell; if anything, it seemed to wind him up more, so Aidan kept at it, occasionally gagging before swallowing Victor down again. He could feel Victor’s body grow tenser by the second and when he announced he was close it wasn’t entirely a surprise. He got one last gasp of air in before Victor’s grip tightened, holding him in place as he fucked his mouth, and Aidan did his best to swallow around him. Even with a warning, he sputtered when Victor came, then swallowed as his eyes began to water. There was no reason he should like doing this as much as he did, none that he could discern, but there was something so satisfying in being used that it made Aidan’s spent cock twitch in response.
Part 2