Aidan O’Reilly (alwaysathief) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-02-27 08:30:00 |
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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 2
It had taken some time to learn, but Victor had given up sussing out the ‘why’s of his sexuality. Some of the things that turned him on were worrisome -- for a while in his teens he’d been concerned he was some kind of violent psycho deep down, because watching people being tied up or going through certain types of pain was arousing. Eventually he’d discovered that he wasn’t crazy, he was just kinky, and finding out there were people out there who enjoyed being on the other side of those things had opened up a whole new world. Aidan didn’t seem to mind gagging on his dick while Victor held his head still, and the way he stuck with it and swallowed put the sweetest icing on Victor’s orgasm. He enjoyed that blissful fleeting moment and then his whole body relaxed, his hand slipping out of Aidan’s hair to rest on the back of his neck. “You are ... learning fast, I’ll say that,” Victor murmured, his eyes closed and a drunken grin crossing his face. “Come kiss me, I can’t move.”
Aidan sucked Victor through his orgasm until he was sure he was done, then pulled off to lay his head on Victor’s thigh for a moment, catching his breath. He wasn’t sure what triggered a drop yet, but after a moment he decided that it wasn’t going to happen, that he was fine, and nuzzled the soft skin beneath his cheek. He really needed to look into all of this and better understand what was happening to him, but that would have to wait. He was still in no hurry to leave; Victor had promised him a shower. “That was good then?” he grinned, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. He crawled up the bed to lay beside Victor again, pressing skin to skin as he leaned in to kiss him. He loved that Victor would still kiss him after that, that he didn’t mind tasting himself on Aidan’s tongue. “I like doing that to you,” he whispered against his lips. As unused as he was to sharing such things, he couldn’t help but be quiet about it, even if there was no one else around to hear.
“So good,” Victor confirmed just as their lips met. Aidan’s body still felt so good against his, and he suddenly just wanted to cuddle up again and go back to sleep. They both needed to get clean though, and Aidan had to leave sometime. As much as Victor wanted to chain him to the bed to keep around and fuck in between naps, that had to stay a fantasy. He kissed him back deeply, rather enjoying the taste of himself on Aidan’s tongue. It was the second time he’d filled up part of him in twelve hours or something, and it made Victor feel nicely possessive. The soft confession made him smile again -- he wanted to encourage that type of simple feedback as much as possible. It wasn’t always easy for people, but it was essential if they were going to have anything long running between them. “I’m glad,” he whispered back. “I like you doin’ it to me.” Victor stole another little kiss from his lips. “Did you like what I did to you?”
Aidan hummed happily, comfortable enough with Victor that he lingered close after the kiss had ended. He was feeling lazy and languid, happy to lay around in their filth and just bask in the afterglow. It was a unique sensation, one he’d never had the pleasure of enjoying with another person, and he was reluctant to let it go, even while he knew he should. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome, as nice as it might be to lay in bed all day. It made him wonder how many times Victor could make him come in a twenty-four hour period though. It would be a fun experiment… maybe. It might drive him insane, especially now that he’d had a taste of what Victor could do to him. “Yeah,” he answered, biting his bottom lip as heat blossomed across his neck. It wasn’t just how much he’d enjoyed having Victor’s fingers up his ass, but how he’d responded, how desperate he’d become at just the right touch, so quick to come. He ducked his head to nuzzle against Victor’s collar, hoping to hide the blush even if Victor would likely feel the warmth of his skin. “You could do that again.”
The way he hid his face was fucking adorable, and Victor grinned and stroked Aidan’s hair a bit. He hadn’t missed the blush, and he fucking loved it. Even embarrassment could be so erotic in the right circumstances, though Victor wasn’t really into hardcore humiliation. He just enjoyed knowing Aidan was telling him things he didn’t necessarily want to admit to. It was laying the groundwork for a power dynamic between them. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmured, pressing a couple of kisses against Aidan’s head. It might have been overly affectionate for some, considering they still barely knew each other, but Victor already knew affection was going to be important to Aidan. He could sense it. Outside of play parties that had been about hooking up, Victor didn’t think anyone had ever gotten his Dom senses tingling so quickly. He let them lay there and relax in the quiet for another few minutes, comfortable and warm and spent. “So ... shower?” he murmured when it felt like time.
Aidan hadn’t gone into this looking for affection—it certainly hadn’t been there at the start—but once he got a taste of it, it was impossible not to want more. Not all the time, he certainly didn’t want to be showered with it, but at the right time it made him feel valued, wanted, even if it was just because the sex had been fantastic. This was probably the weirdest way to go about starting a relationship with someone, but Aidan didn’t really care. It was the lack of conventionality that had drawn him in and he was curious to see what Victor had in store for him if he continued to come around. When Victor spoke up, Aidan finally uncurled himself from him, stretching his arms over his head. “Yeah,” he said, pushing himself to a sitting position before grinning down at Victor. “I was envying that shower last time I was here, while your knife was eating away at my hand. Didn’t think I’d actually get to use it.”
Victor laughed softly as he sat up too. “I see what your motivation is now,” he smirked, giving Aidan a playful little nudge before he moved to climb off of the bed. He knew better, obviously, but it was a pretty swanky bathroom, so he didn’t blame Aidan for wanting to try it out. Victor gave an indulgent stretch as he stood, then led the way to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the sink first to wash his hands before he touched anything else, then started to brush his teeth. “Get the water going if you want,” he said to Aidan around his toothbrush, shooting an amused glance over his shoulder. There were plenty of clean towels within reach, even though he lived alone. The presence of company could be unpredictable, something even more apparent these days.
“Figured if we got dirty enough…” Aidan smirked, following Victor into the bathroom. He loved his house and there was little he would change, but the bathrooms were small, cold, drafty—all normal for a house of its age, but it left a lot to be desired in comparison. Aidan started up the shower as Victor brushed his teeth, turning afterwards to watch him for a moment. The first time he’d seen him, in boxers with a scowl, he’d known he was attractive, but he hadn’t appreciated it. He hadn’t allowed himself to really look. Now, as he let his eyes graze over Victor’s form, he could acknowledge how incredibly hot he was. He had the urge to touch him, but restrained himself, sure he’d get another chance in the shower.
As Victor bent over to rinse out his mouth, he caught a glimpse of Aidan watching him in the mirror and got a little flutter in his stomach. He was aware that he was attractive to a good number of people, but everybody had their insecurities, and there was something magic about being gazed at by a lover when everything was still fresh and new. Victor finished up at the sink and moved in close to where Aidan was standing leaned against the big shower door. He let his hand rest on the handle while he crowded Aidan with a soft little smirk. “You gonna let me wash you?” he murmured, quirking one brow down at him.
The way Victor was hovering over him forced Aidan to look up at him, and some stubborn part of him wanted to refuse, but fuck he was feeling soft at the moment. He tilted his chin up and licked his lips, unable to come up with anything but an honest answer. “If you want to,” he said, feeling those flutters in his chest again. He hadn’t showered with many people—in fact, the only one he could think of was Aya—but he didn’t think he’d ever let anyone wash him. Victor’s hands had already been in the most intimate of places, but this felt different. There was care built into the offer, even if it turned sexual. “Can I return the favor?”
“If you want to,” Victor echoed, faintly amused but not mocking. If Aidan wanted to run soapy hands all over his body, he wasn’t going to argue. He didn’t expect it either, aware that this kind of aftercare brought up Feelings for some people. It made him wonder if anyone in Aidan’s life was soft and tender with him. Everyone needed that sometimes. Victor pulled the glass door open and gestured for Aidan to step in first like he was being a good host. Maybe he was, in a very weird way. Once they were both in the roomy shower stall, he let Aidan have the hot water first, though the size of the shower head meant he got some of the spray too as he leaned his shoulder against the tile wall and let his gaze drift over Aidan’s body.
Aidan smiled, ducking his head in slight embarrassment. He was so unaccustomed to this kind of attention that he honestly didn’t know what to do with it. It made him nervous to give or receive, even while he craved it, and he was sure Victor suspected as much based on his noncommittal response. As hard as he tried not to be awkward, sometimes he couldn’t avoid it. With Victor holding the door open for him, Aidan climbed into the shower and stepped under the spray, his eyes shutting as the hot water poured down upon him. He only allowed himself a moment to get fully soaked before he stepped out, giving Victor an opportunity to warm up. He wasn’t sure of the etiquette for sharing a shower, but he knew better than to hog the water the whole time.
Victor stepped more fully under the hot spray of water, but he didn’t let Aidan get too far away, gently snagging his arm to pull him in close again. He’d installed a better shower head as soon as he’d moved in, and there was room enough for two, the water cascading down over both of their shoulders and chests. Victor reached for his shampoo and poured some into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together and then reached for Aidan’s hair, burying his long fingers into the wet waves. Victor started to massage the shampoo in, his gaze ticking between what his hands were doing and Aidan’s face. Washing someone’s hair was an intimate act, and not one that Victor did with just anyone. It wasn’t even really necessary in this case, it was other parts of Aidan’s body that were dirty, but he wanted to wash all of him and let him experience what that kind of care could feel like. “Have you always worn it long?” he murmured.
Aidan’s hands moved to Victor’s waist as he pulled him in, his eyes slowly making their way from Victor’s stomach up to his eyes. His hands moved slowly, stroking the soft skin of his sides, unable to pull them away now that they’d started. For some reason, his heart was pounding, though his eyes closed as Victor’s hands moved into his hair. That was unbelievably nice and he barely kept himself from moaning softly, the tension in his shoulders beginning to relax as Victor lathered up his hair. “No,” he answered softly, his eyes remaining shut. “I grew it out after high school.” He paused, licking his lips, not sure if he should go on. Where was the line where he moved into oversharing? The words that threatened to fall out felt too personal, crossing into territory that Victor might deem inappropriate for a shared shower. “I try not to let it get too long,” he said instead. “It’s probably due for a cut.”
He gave a low hum as he worked the lather into Aidan’s hair. It was fabulously thick between his fingers, sliding easily as it got more sudsy. Victor gently scrubbed at Aidan’s scalp, slowing down here and there to really massage with his thumbs. “It’s great hair. Mine gets really flat without shit in it, I look like a drowned rat in the shower.” Victor smirked faintly, drinking in the blissful expression on Aidan’s face. He looked like it all felt good, which made Victor want to do more, pamper him more. He definitely had his sadistic streak, and Aidan would come to know it if he kept coming around, but there was a time and place for everything, and he was compelled to take care of his subs. Whether Aidan would become his sub or not remained to be seen, but they were off to an incredible start. He rubbed his fingers down the back of Aidan’s neck, working to relax that taut muscle.
“I’ve seen drowned rats and they are nowhere near as attractive,” Aidan snickered, a soft sound that gradually became a moan as Victor’s hands moved to his neck. This was so unexpected, but fuck, he could get used to this. Was this what it meant to be one of Victor’s toys? It had been an offhand comment, but Aidan began to wonder. He’d enjoyed being played with, so this was just the icing on the cake, special treatment he’d never received from anyone for anything. It could easily be addictive. “I’m gonna have wet dreams about your hands if you keep this up,” he murmured with a little smirk. Everywhere Victor touched him he was able to wring pleasure out of him and it made him curious about what he might do next time, given the chance. It was tempting to start planning his return now, but he would rather enjoy this while it lasted.
The compliment made Victor grin as he kept up the little massage. It was only a taste of what his hands could do if he had Aidan laid out in front of him and some oil on his palms. One of these days maybe Victor would give him a full body massage ... and then he could play with him and edge him and make him shake and beg. Aidan was just giving him all kinds of erotic inspiration, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t be surprised if he started having some wet dreams of his own. “Good,” Victor answered in a velvety murmur. “I want to hear about them if you do.” He wasn’t sure if Aidan actually would tell him, but he hoped so. He passed his fingers through Aidan’s hair a few more times, then reached for the handheld part of the shower head to start rinsing the shampoo out.
Aidan scoffed at the idea, though the purr in Victor’s voice sent shivers up his spine and made his cock twitch. He’d never told anyone about his more venereal dreams and couldn’t imagine doing so. Just getting the words out would be torture, but it made him curious what Victor might do with such information. The threat that he could act on them was as enticing as it was intimidating, especially since Aidan’s fantasies had become so much more creative since meeting Victor. “We’ll see,” Aidan said, looking up at Victor with a little smirk as his thumbs crept inward, one stroking down his pleasure trail. He would not commit to it, but he’d consider it. That was all he could offer when the road ahead was virtually unknown.
The torture and embarrassment in a safe environment was part of the fun, at least for Victor. He loved to watch someone squirm with arousal over things they thought they shouldn’t. Maybe Aidan would learn to like it too, time would have to tell. He got the impression Aidan had only really had the most basic sex in his life, and now he was discovering there was a huge beautiful buffet of possibilities. This whole thing had been incredibly unexpected, but Victor already felt eager to show him so many things. He knew that going at a slower pace would probably be wiser, and he was largely in charge of the brakes here ... but fuck, Aidan was so delicious, and he’d fallen right into Victor’s lap. Broken into his house, whatever. “I suppose we will,” he replied with a soft smirk of his own. The touch on his lower belly made his stomach quiver a bit, tempting his cock to wake up again, but he stayed focused on rinsing Aidan’s hair out, until that was done. Victor re-attached the shower head and draped his arms around Aidan’s shoulders, dipping his head in to kiss him for a moment.
Aidan’s eyes shut as Victor rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, taking a moment to just let himself feel. This was such a luxury for him that he had to just bask in it for a second and enjoy Victor’s hands in his hair, the hot water pouring down on them turning his skin pink. The air was thick and humid, wrapping around them like a warm blanket, even without the aid of his magic. It was absolutely divine, and made even better by Victor’s arms wrapping around him and drawing him into a kiss. He didn’t want to romanticize this, he knew he shouldn’t, but this fucking man kept making him feel things—want things that he’d never thought possible, or had just rejected as not for him. It made him feel small minded to start with, but if he ignored the negative self talk, he saw a world of opportunities before him. He wasn’t going to hope, or even imagine that this was something more, but he could happily go along with it and see where it took him. For now, he lazily kissed Victor back, opening his mouth to him as his hands began to wander more, around to Victor’s backside, cupping his ass.
Victor liked that Aidan felt comfortable enough to touch him like that, that he obviously didn’t feel like he had to hold back for permission, or that he was unsure of Victor’s reaction. If Victor had been thinking more sensibly, he might have thought better of allowing all of this tenderness so quickly with a younger, more inexperienced man, but ... it all felt genuine on his end. He wasn’t leading Aidan on, he was just doing what felt natural in the moment. Victor’s interest was just as piqued as Aidan’s, and he wanted to see this through as well. He’d never been a fickle sort of man, and while in the past he'd been slower to develop an interest like this, nobody else had ever burst into his life like this. It was intoxicating, and he wanted it. So why the fuck not, right? Victor smiled faintly when he broke the kiss and pulled back a few moments later, though he didn’t go far. “You’re so fucking distracting,” he accused warmly. “I’m kinda forgetting what we came in here for.”
While Aidan didn’t necessarily realize that things were moving fast, he knew he was letting Victor closer than usual, and probably sooner than he should. The thing was, the circumstances made it easy. Sleeping together, waking up together, showering together—it was the perfect environment for intimacy and Victor’s treatment of him encouraged reciprocation. Aidan’s guard was down and that felt okay for once. “You made a mess of me,” he murmured with a sly little grin. He reached for the soap then, and lathered up his hands before rubbing them over Victor’s chest. It occurred to him then that he would go home smelling like Victor, that he would run his fingers through his hair and smell his shampoo. “You can make a mess of me anytime you want.” It was an impulsive statement to make, but fuck did it ring true.
That grin suited him so well, and it made Victor want to nibble on his cheeks. As Aidan started to soap him up, he let his own hands drift down his arms and then his sides, just taking in the shape of him, his skin slick from the water. Victor’s eyes ticked back up to Aidan’s face when he spoke again, his lips curling up just slightly. It wasn’t something he was going to take as a promise -- he was very aware that they could part company and Aidan could have a complete change of heart, and he had every right to -- but it was still very nice to hear. Aidan seemed to play his cards pretty close to the chest, so Victor appreciated the directness. “Careful, or I just might do that,” he warned with a touch of playfulness. “And I can make a big mess.” He nudged his hips forward to bump their bodies together, a pleasant heaviness in his cock again. Fuck, he hadn’t been this horny for someone in a long time.
Victor wasn’t the only one feeling more horny than usual; this was the most sex Aidan had had in months, and yet Victor could stir up those feelings with just a look, or a roll of his hips, even when Aidan was sure his body should be done. They were young though, and the continued flirting and stimulation made it easy to bounce back from. He found himself wondering how many times they could do this, but he didn’t want to push things. It was hard to completely shirk the cautiousness that had been ingrained in him with someone he still barely knew. Aidan’s hands moved down Victor’s arms, then to his sides, and his hips, before eventually taking a soapy hand between Victor’s legs. “Tell me,” he said, slowly stroking Victor’s cock, his voice hushed but playful. “You like coming on me?”
He had had some marathons before, entire days devoted to nothing but sex and relaxation between scenes, but it had been a while and not with anyone he was this interested in. Still, he knew he could wring quite a few orgasms out of himself with the right stimulation. He enjoyed wringing them out of other people more, and he already wanted to test Aidan’s limits ... but he would take some extra pampering too. Victor pulled in a breath between his teeth as Aidan’s hand slipped lower. His cock was only a little sluggish to respond, filling out slowly against Aidan’s palm. He lifted his arms to drape them over Aidan’s shoulders again and gave a low hum. “I do,” he murmured. “I like how it looks on your skin. And it feels like marking territory ...” Victor almost added and making you mine, but it was almost definitely too soon for that kind of talk. Being possessive just really got his blood pumping. “I like coming in your mouth, too.”
Though he’d felt his own cock go hard in his hand a hundred times before, there was a sense of elation that hit Aidan as Victor’s plumped up, knowing it was for him. He was tempted to drop to his knees and watch as he stroked him, to lick him and suck on him and memorize the taste and feel of him, but that would be a bit much, wouldn’t it? He’d only intended to wash him, but it was so easy to get carried away. “I wasn’t sure I would like it,” Aidan admitted. “I was afraid I would spit it all over you,” he continued with a quiet laugh before settling, his eyes on Victor’s again. “I like…” all of it, he thought—Victor’s cum on his skin, in his mouth, and fuck, he’d probably like it dripping down between his legs. “…being marked,” was what he said instead, because that was part of it and there were more facets than he could handle dissecting at the moment. The ‘why’ didn’t really matter at the moment, just the fact that their desires fit together.
Victor grinned a bit, thinking that he hadn’t given Aidan much choice but to swallow that first time, at least. That probably shouldn’t be as hot to him as it was, but he’d long since given up judging himself for those kinds of desires. Aidan had enjoyed it, it was that simple. “Good,” Victor murmured again, gazing into his eyes, his own lids heavy as Aidan’s soap-slick hand kept moving over his cock. It felt unhurried and intimate and indulgent, all things Victor very much enjoyed, and he didn’t feel any pressure to ramp anything up or return the favor. If Aidan wanted to play with him and explore, Victor wanted to give him room to do it. He slid his fingers through the back of Aidan’s hair and gave his upper neck a firm squeeze. “I have a feeling you’re going to be saying that a lot,” he said, a smirk crossing his face again. “‘I wasn’t sure I would like it.’ If you keep stopping by, that is.” Aidan had just said ‘anytime,’ but for now Victor wanted to leave his comings and goings up to him.
Aidan gave the slightest nod of agreement, having already felt it, deep in his core. All his assumptions about himself had been turned on their head, his curiosity piqued as new possibilities were laid before him. Most surprising of all was his willingness to share his thoughts with Victor. While often hesitant, it was a huge step up from nothing at all. “I plan to,” he said, his thumb circling the crown before sliding down Victor’s dick again. It was a pleasant distraction just to be touching him, to see what he liked outside the rush of getting him off. “I wouldn’t just disappear on you.” He knew that was a thing people did; he’d had hookups that he never intended to see again from the start, but this was different. They might not be anything at the moment, certainly not enough to call it a breakup, but Aidan still wouldn’t ghost him if he had a change of heart. Though with the way things were going, that didn’t feel possible. He needed to see where this was going.
That was good to hear, because a lot of people were assholes these days. Victor had had a few disappointing ghosts, and he thought Aidan going no contact on him at this point would really piss him off. The man had broken into his home and straight into his life, in ways that neither of them had intended. “And I won’t move without telling you,” Victor replied, giving Aidan a little grin. They could just text each other like normal people, but where was the fun in that? Victor was enjoying the surprise element in all this. Aidan’s hand hit a particularly good spot and Victor grunted softly, running hands over more of his wet skin. There was just something about him that made Victor want to push him up against the tile wall, pin him there and just rub his cock against him until he came. He reached for the soap to get a lather up on his own hands and spread it over Aidan’s chest and belly until he let his own hand venture further down to caress his cock and balls. Two could play at that game.
Aidan snickered softly at the idea of showing up at Victor’s house and finding it completely empty. While it would be seriously disappointing at this point, it would also be the most work anyone had ever done to get away from him. It would take a lot less to be rid of him, but it didn’t seem like an issue at the moment. Victor was giving him a list of reasons to keep coming back, a list that became more and more extensive the longer they spent together. Had he ever dared to touch anyone else so freely? Had he ever even desired to? Getting a response out of Victor felt like a prize to be won and Aidan grinned at his reaction. As soon as Victor reached for the soap, he knew his lazy exploration was about to become much more difficult, but he kept it up as best he could. He groaned softly in response as Victor’s hand reached his cock, swaying slightly in his direction before catching himself. If Victor could keep this up, so could he.
Since it hadn’t been too long since they’d both gotten off, Victor didn’t feel any urgency to advance things at the moment. It was nice just to touch and explore, and tease a bit, to try to instill even more anticipation for the next time into his new lover. So far all of Aidan’s sounds of pleasure were soft and quiet, but Victor was quickly getting hooked on hearing them, and that low groan made his own cock twitch a bit. Victor’s slick fingers caressed and gently massaged at Aidan’s balls as he dipped in closer to kiss him. Even the kiss felt languid and lazy, another pure indulgence that didn’t have to go much further if they didn’t feel like it. Victor enjoyed feeling the way Aidan’s cock swelled and hardened under his touch, and he gave it a few firmer strokes before going back to the light explorations. Gods, he was really starting to want this pretty subby man, as more than just an occasional roll in the hay. Victor hoped he came back soon. “I like touching you,” he whispered before he gave Aidan’s bottom lip a nibble.
This lazy touching they were doing was such a novelty to Aidan, who’d always been in situations where things escalated quickly, always in pursuit of release. He wasn’t even sure if that’s where this was going and for once found that he didn’t really care—he just liked being touched by Victor, which made Victor’s whispered comment especially nice. He could do this anytime, he thought. Anytime. Though, if he hadn’t so recently come, it would eventually drive him crazy. “Me too,” he murmured in response, opening his mouth to Victor’s kisses. He was sure there was something more clever to say, but he couldn’t think at the moment. Victor’s touches and kisses made his head all cloudy and, God, he could get used to this. It wasn’t something he wanted to think about, the likelihood somewhat unfathomable, but he would keep coming back anyways.
Victor had a sadistic streak, that was certain, but he loved the other side of domination too -- pampering and caring for another person, on levels that most people weren’t accustomed to in their lives. It was such an intimate thing to clean somebody else, take care of their needs, sometimes even more so than fucking an orifice, in Victor’s opinion. He loved doing the latter too, of course, but this was where the true bonding happened. Maybe he ought to be more cautious about bonding with a younger man he barely knew, but Victor had always enjoyed taking risks. He could handle Aidan if he needed to, and hopefully he never would, in a bad sense. Victor fell into just making out with him for a while, the white noise of the rushing water lending to that peaceful sense that they were in their own little world. Eventually he had to break the kiss and pulled back a bit, licking his lips before he gave a crooked little grin. “Glad I invested in a big water heater for this place,” he murmured, reaching for the soap. He refreshed the suds on his hands to actually start washing the rest of Aidan, starting with one arm.
For as long as he could remember, Aidan had always been a risk taker. It was what brought him to Victor’s house to begin with, the thrill of breaking into an Overlook house, despite not knowing who lived there. It was what brought him back a second time, even once he knew the occupant was another witch. He knew what he was doing now wasn’t necessarily smart, allowing himself to be vulnerable with a virtual stranger, but it felt worth the risk. For the first time in a long time, Aidan was excited about something, and that mattered more than how hurt he might end up in the end. He lost himself in Victor’s hands and lips, slowly stroking and kissing him as he lost track of time. When Victor eventually pulled back, he laughed softly, a quiet noise that was more a shaking of his chest than anything else. “Can you heat it yourself?” he asked curiously as Victor began soaping him down. One arm done and then the other before Victor moved on to his chest. He’d never been so pampered and didn’t know what to do with himself while it happened.
“I can,” Victor said without hesitation. He huffed a bit of air through his nose and shrugged a shoulder. “But it’s the kind of thing that’s got to continuously refresh, it’s kind of a magic sink, when I could just pay once for a good mechanical system.” There were plenty of other things to put his magical energy into that mattered much more to him. Victor’s showers were usually quick and perfunctory anyway -- having company made this a special occasion. He smiled faintly and popped another kiss to Aidan’s lips before he turned him around by the shoulders to get his back clean. “But if it starts to run cold on us, I’ve got it covered.” Victor slid his soapy hands all over Aidan’s back before he crouched behind him to wash his legs, lingering a bit on his inner thighs before he swiped soap up into more intimate areas. He could have left that to Aidan to do, but Victor wanted to show him he wasn’t going to shy away from touching him in a non-sexual context too.
“Makes sense,” Aidan murmured, his speech falling away as Victor began washing his legs and nether region. It was just about as intimate as being fingered and made him glad his skin was already flushed from the heat of the water. He hadn’t been this thorough in his cleaning of Victor, uncomfortable touching another man there, but found he trusted Victor enough to let him proceed. It was an indulgence like no other and his eyes shut to better feel every swipe of Victor’s hands on him. This was far more than he expected from a lover, and made Aidan feel things he wasn’t sure what to do with. It was too early to feel anything, so he shoved it down and ignored it, pretending it wasn’t there. “You’re spoiling me,” he said softly, eyes hooded as he looked down at Victor. It was going to be a shock going home after this, but he’d probably occupy himself with finding another reason to come back.
Victor didn’t linger overly long, just got the job done and stood up. He knew that level of intimacy could be awkward in non-sexual contexts -- but considering their circumstances and most recent activities, he felt entitled to do it today. Victor gave Aidan a lazy little smile as he rinsed his hands off. “I’m only getting started on spoiling you,” he murmured, a wicked glint in his eyes. He reached above them to pull the hand-held part of the shower head down to start rinsing off his new toy. “Think about what you might like, while you’re gone,” Victor went on, soft and casual. His eyes met Aidan’s. “You can ask me for anything. Can’t promise I’ll say yes, but ... it’s safe to ask. No judgment here.” He knew that was easy to say and harder to believe, but he hoped that eventually Aidan would come to trust him. They would need that if this was going where Victor wanted it to go.
Shit, he was in over his head. Aidan had thought it more than once, but something about that offer made it feel so much more real. This was bigger than he’d anticipated and required more thought than he could dedicate at the moment. Victor had told him to think about it and he would—it was the asking that would be hard for him. Aidan wasn’t good at putting himself out there, but he’d done more with Victor than he’d even attempted with anyone else. If Victor meant what he said, then maybe Aidan could push past his reservations and ask him. “I’m not even sure what to ask for right now,” he said, sticking with honesty since Victor seemed to appreciate that. For all the games they played, he was glad that wasn’t one of them. “You’ve given me a lot to think about though. I’m sure I’ll come up with something.”
Honesty was not only necessary, it was sexy. Victor relished getting those inside glimpses into people, at what made them tick and what they desired. He wasn’t personally into every kink out there, he had his limits, but Victor still wanted to know what strange delights really got his lovers going. Even if he couldn’t fulfill them exactly, he could get creative and come close a lot of the time, hit those same buttons. “I’m sure you will,” he agreed, grinning faintly. He couldn’t wait to really dig his fingers into Aidan’s psyche and see what he could find. Victor finished rinsing Aidan off, smoothing his palm here and there over wet skin, then hung the nozzle back up and leaned his shoulder against the wall. “You want a ride back home?” he asked, idly looking Aidan up and down.
While he wasn’t in a hurry to leave, Aidan was eager to dive into the new project he’d been given. It would require him to use the internet, which wasn’t as much his thing, but research was research. The better he understood what Victor was into, the better he might understand the man himself. Plus, the subject matter promised to be loads of fun. Running his hands through his hair, Aidan squeezed out the ends then tucked it behind his ears, well aware it was going to fall in his face as soon as it dried. “I could use a ride, yeah,” Aidan said with a little smirk, enjoying Victor’s eyes on him while he did the same. “Otherwise all your hard work goes to waste.” That was one of the downsides to sneaking around like he’d been doing—he couldn’t exactly park out front. “You don’t have to take me all the way home, but I parked outside of Overlook. Down the hill.”
The hard work comment made Victor laugh a bit -- running his hands over every inch of Aidan’s body wasn’t a hardship in any way, so it was funny. He did want him to leave feeling fresh and relaxed though, so Victor didn’t mind giving him a lift to his car. Or truck. Victor realized he had no idea what Aidan drove, but now he was curious to find out. And to show off his own car a little. “I’ve got some errands to run anyway,” he said as he moved to turn off the water. Victor wasn’t in a rush either, but part of leaving Aidan wanting more was to not try to keep him there as long as possible. If they were going to get sick of each other at any point, Victor didn’t want to get there yet. He stepped out and grabbed a couple of towels for them, passing one to Aidan as he made room, then started to dry himself off.
Thinking about how Victor might spend the rest of the day got Aidan to wondering how he spent his free time. What kind of errands did he need to run? What would he do when he got back home? He knew so little about the beautiful man before him and, while he was eager to learn, he knew it wouldn’t happen all in one day. Mysteries like that were revealed bit by bit, so he’d have to be patient. He knew he liked magical artifacts though, and that he liked to read, both of which they had in common. Maybe he could do something with that. Aidan followed Victor out of the shower as he dried himself off, taking just a second longer to enjoy the big, fluffy towels. He didn’t understand most of what people spent money on, but occasionally things like that snuck up on him.
Having grown up in a well-off family, Victor was accustomed to a certain level of luxury, and he didn’t give his towel a second thought as he brushed it over his body and then hung it up. His mind was wandering forward to the few things he needed to accomplish that day, and how much more pleasant they would feel after a morning like this. Then once his obligations were done, he could come home and fantasize about all the things he wanted to do to Aidan, and likely wring another orgasm or two out of himself. Victor had been with a few regular lovers in his life, and he’d found that once those sparks started to fly, his sex drive flared up much hotter than it usually was. He ran his fingers through his wet hair in the mirror a few times, then shot Aidan a little smile and stepped back into the bedroom to find some decent clothes to pull on.
Aidan’s eyes kept straying to Victor as he dried himself off and sought out his clothes, just watching the way his body moved. He’d never allowed himself to really look at another man; the opportunity only came up while watching porn and in that case the focus had always been on the woman in the frame. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel about other men now, and he didn’t care to find out, but he could watch Victor all day. The smallest things had sex appeal, from the way he ran his fingers through his hair to the way he adjusted himself after pulling on his boxer briefs. He had enough material to jerk off for weeks, though he’d never wait that long before coming back. Days, he thought as he pulled on his jeans and his shirt. It would probably only be days before he returned, unless he could find some way to make Victor come after him. “You work normal hours?” he asked as he hunted down his socks.
Victor chuckled as he slipped into a shirt and bounced his shoulders to settle it. “No, not at all,” he said, amused even though it was a perfectly reasonable question. It was just a source of contention between him and his father so often, and Victor continued to work whatever hours he so pleased. “I’m up at weird hours. Both of my businesses don’t really need office hours. I show up for calls and shit, but otherwise I stay flexible.” As long as he got it all done -- and he always did, and he did it well -- he didn’t see what difference it made. Naturally the magical antiques dealing was his to run how he wanted. It was so much easier dealing with the night people, as Victor thought of them fondly. Aidan seemed like one, but Victor was much more interested in seeing him than selling to him. He would rather Aidan steal what he wanted, so he could ‘punish’ him for it. “I take it you don’t either?” he added, shooting him a smirk as he tugged open a drawer to grab some socks of his own.
Aidan couldn’t imagine balancing two jobs, especially when they were so different, and was silently impressed that Victor managed it. He could barely manage one, though that might be because he rarely liked to call what he did work. It brought in money though, money he actually earned through his own labor, so he supposed that was the case. “Yeah, I keep my own hours,” Aidan said with a little smile as he pulled on his shoes. “I’ve got no one to report to. And some days there’s not much to do. But if I don’t keep up with it, an order will come in and I won’t have the product.” That hadn’t happened since very early on and Aidan had vowed not to let it happen again. He often created batches that would last for months, replenishing stock only once it got low. “I don’t think I could work a nine-to-five. I wouldn’t last a week.”
Somehow hearing that didn’t surprise Victor in the slightest. He was a little jealous of it, if he was being completely honest -- if he didn’t have as many bills and didn’t need the health insurance, he would’ve quit working for his father a long time ago. Victor hoped that living in Point Pleasant would grow his other business enough that he would be able to do that. There were a lot of rich witches here, and in such a supernaturally active town, his services were needed. In his opinion, anyway. He just needed to get his foot in some doors. Victor laughed a bit as he slipped into some shoes. “Don’t think so, huh? Bad at taking orders?” he suggested, his tone teasing. It probably had more to do with keeping a consistent schedule, but that wasn’t as fun to poke at him about. Once they were both on their feet, Victor pulled Aidan in close again, one hand slipping into the back of his hair to grip it gently. “You’re gonna be a good boy for me though, aren’t you?” he purred. He didn’t really expect a positive answer, but he still enjoyed asking the question.
“Among other things,” Aidan grinned. It wasn’t just taking orders that would be the problem, but the prospect of doing any one thing for hours on end. He would go crazy behind a desk, that was obvious, but even working in customer service would be difficult. He could deal with people in small batches, but idle conversation had never been a strength of his and kissing ass just in hopes of a sale or a tip was never going to work for him. There were only a handful of people outside his family that he’d willingly converse with and one of them was standing before him, burrowing his way deeper into his life with every touch and word. “Not a chance,” he smirked, allowing Victor to tilt his head up to face him through the grip in his hair. Aidan’s fingers found Victor’s belt loops and tugged on them, though he couldn’t get much closer. “But you knew that. You don’t invite a thief into your house and expect them to behave. That’s asking for trouble.”
Victor liked the juxtaposition of Aidan relenting to the hair pulling and holding onto his belt loops at the same time. The pressure was nice, and it made him want to strip all their clothes off again. But that was counterproductive to leaving the house, and he was supposed to be pacing himself. It was just so hard when Aidan’s lithe body felt so good against his, and he was smiling in that way he had. Victor gave a little hum, a wicked sort of half-smile toying with his own lips. “Not sure you’re just a thief anymore,” he murmured. They both probably knew that by now, even if Victor wasn’t quite sure what Aidan was to him yet. Now whether he expected him to really behave was another question -- every vibe Aidan gave off screamed brat energy to Victor, but maybe that was just wishful thinking and he wouldn’t actually like being ‘punished’ ... but the way things were going made Victor hopeful that he would. “You’re definitely trouble though,” Victor added. He flashed Aidan a grin and dipped in to nip at his bottom lip, then let him go and stepped back. “C’mon, before your car gets ticketed for being too close to Overlook,” Victor chuckled.
Aidan knew he wasn’t just a thief anymore, but it was an easy title to fall back on when he wasn’t sure what they were now. Victor had called him a number of things over the past twenty-four hours and, while he loved every one of them, none rolled off his own tongue quite as easily. Victor got what he was saying though, which was all that mattered. He liked being trouble for the other man. It was almost as fun to push his buttons as it was to deal with the repercussions. His tongue darted out as Victor kissed him, tempting him into a deeper kiss, and snickered when Victor pulled away. It was probably good that at least one of them could practice restraint. “It’s out of the way, but yeah,” Aidan agreed. “I’d rather not deal with the cops if I can help it.” Maybe someday he’d park out front and walk through the front door like a normal person, but not yet.
Even though he hadn’t fully grown up here, Victor knew enough about Overlook to know the neighbors’ chins would be wagging once that started to happen ... and he wanted it to. He liked being the center of gossip sometimes, to ruffle feathers and do things his own way, and taking a lover who was “beneath” him would probably do the trick around here. Victor had his own streak of snobbery, of course, and if he’d just passed Aidan on the street he probably wouldn’t have glanced twice, but there was Something here now, and he was going to explore it as much as possible. He led the way down to his garage and into the car within, pulling them smoothly out of the driveway behind tinted windows. “That’s my uncle’s house,” he said as they drove past the McCarthy’s. Victor tossed Aidan an amused glance. “Plenty to steal in there, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Even if the house isn’t warded much, my aunt is a total bitch who would do everything she could to put you in jail. Just a heads up.”
“Are you fuckin’ with me?” Aidan grinned over at Victor. “You think I don’t know every witch in this neighborhood? If I’d waited another week, I’d have known better than to hit your place up.” He didn’t gossip, but he knew where to get updates on that sort of thing. Normally he didn’t give a shit about who lived up in Overlook, but he’d be stupid not to know the witches in town. There was a sort of truce called among them not to mess with each other and he could only adhere to it if he kept in the know. Victor had been forgiving of his ignorance and for that he was lucky. “Your aunt would’ve let me drown,” he said with a snort. “Under similar circumstances, I mean. I don’t think she’s capable of much herself.” Apparently her line was stronger than anyone had been led to believe, but without training it was all going to waste. It was a shame in Aidan’s eyes, all the power laying dormant, barely used.
The last bit made Victor snort-laugh, even if it was more tragic than funny when you got down to the core of it. He harbored a lot of anger and dislike for Brianna because of the roadblock she’d put up in front of his cousins, and the way she’d forced their families into very little contact. They were both quite a bit younger than him, but what kind of relationship would he have had with them if he’d been allowed? But they were growing up now, Sebastian was officially an adult, and part of the appeal of moving to Point Pleasant was to open up that avenue again, get to know his cousins as people and allow them the choice to engage with magic or not. “She’s not,” he said with judgemental confidence. “And she’s the reason my cousins don’t know shit yet either, so fuck her. Such a goddamn waste.” His hands flexed on the steering wheel, but he tried to let it go and stay aware of his audience. “My apologies though, I forget what a small town this is sometimes,” he went on, shooting Aidan a tiny smile. “You’ll have to give me a rundown sometime ... I was only ever on the periphery of the magic community here, hanging out with Zan on summer visits.”
“Yeah, they got themselves in a bit of trouble a while back. They could probably use having you around,” Aidan said. He knew it was a sensitive subject just based on Victor’s tone of voice and the way his body seemed to tighten up. If he wanted to talk about it, Aidan would listen, but he was also being careful not to stray too far from the path laid out for him. The last time he’d been in Victor’s car, he’d cornered Aidan into revealing his interest, but he’d also cut family off as a topic of conversation—at least in Aidan’s mind. Perhaps it was too personal for whatever they were. Regardless of why, Aidan was reluctant to cross that line again. Luckily, talking about other people was fine. “I’m not at all the expert, and I can guarantee my views are probably a bit skewed, but sure,” he said with a little laugh. “You should probably know who you’re dealing with before you meet them.”
Family was a fraught subject for a lot of people, and Victor had a lot of feelings about this side of the family in particular, none of which he really wanted to dive into with Aidan. At least not yet. Time would tell if they got to that level of personal connection. Victor didn’t confide in just anyone. “I’ve heard a lot of rumors,” he said, chuckling softly. “Curious to see if any of it’s actually true.” He knew all the names of the descendants of the Six, he could pick some of them out of a crowd, but that was about the extent of what he really knew. If they were going to become his customers, Victor wanted to do his research to best assess how to approach them. He was willing to bet Aidan would have a unique perspective of them too, as an O’Reilly. Victor slowed down a bit as they approached the bottom of the hill to let Aidan guide him to wherever he’d parked.
“There’s a spot of truth in almost every rumor,” Aidan said. “Not all, but most.” One of the benefits of being who he was and doing what he did was that Aidan often went unnoticed. At bars and other social gatherings, he could sit back and listen, sometimes for his own gain, but usually just for his own amusement. Words traveled on the air if you knew how to use it and Aidan did. He just didn’t do anything with it. He did wonder when he and Victor might speak of such things. Certainly not while he was breaking in and getting pinned up against the wall. It seemed just as unlikely pillow talk. It was only moments like this, the in-between times, that small talk seemed to happen, and it was never long enough to get into anything deeper. He wasn’t even sure if it was something Victor truly wanted, or if he was just filling the time before they got to his car. “You’re gonna take a left right after that tree,” he said. “There’s some utility stuff down that way. You can’t see it from the main road.”
Victor grinned a little. “Clever fox,” he murmured. Of course Aidan would know where to park to keep his vehicle out of sight, he was an accomplished thief. Maybe that should have been a turn off in a sexual -- romantic? -- interest, but it wasn’t. Victor wasn’t constantly law-abiding either. He had a feeling Aidan would stay focused on breaking into his house for a while, but having him park in the driveway seemed like it would take some of the fun out of it somehow. At least for now, Victor wanted to be surprised when Aidan turned up. They would see if that changed in the future. He took the turn after the tree and drove the little way down the utility road until he saw the truck parked there. Victor came to a stop and glanced around -- this really was a secluded spot. He turned toward Aidan with a tiny smile and reached for the back of his neck. “C’mere,” he murmured. One more good kiss and then he would let him go, Victor promised himself.
There it was again, either a compliment or a pet name. Either way, it made Aidan’s insides do a little flip. It made him want to see if he could really impress Victor some time, though he wasn’t sure what that would take. Certainly more than the smarts to park somewhere covert. That he even cared was just as startling as the feelings Victor conjured in him, and Aidan knew he was probably in deeper than he even realized, but he couldn’t bring himself to rein it in. Being with Victor felt good, even beyond the games they were playing, so he was going with it. Encouraging it, even if it put him at risk of being hurt. He sighed softly as his truck came into view, fighting the disappointment that came with it. He had to leave eventually. It just meant he’d have something to look forward to. He smiled as Victor’s hand settled on the back of his neck, not even needing the coaxing, but enjoying the feel of it as he leaned in and met Victor’s lips with his own. One more kiss to remember him by, to leave him waiting for more, until next time. He would have to make it good.
It was good, soft but deep, and it made Victor tempted to take him right back up to the house. He wouldn’t have ever described himself as greedy, but he was used to getting what he wanted, and right now Aidan was what he wanted. Victor seemed to have him on the hook too, judging from the past twenty four hours or so. He gave a soft hum as he caressed their lips together and got one more deep taste of Aidan, then made himself break the kiss and sit back. Victor gave him a heavy-lidded smile and briefly sucked on his bottom lip. “Careful going home,” he murmured, instead of asking when he would see him again. It would be better as a surprise, and Victor got the feeling it wouldn’t be long.
If Victor hadn’t broken the kiss, Aidan could easily have spent the rest of the day there, making out with Victor. He couldn’t remember ever being this horny for someone, even in his teens, though he was well aware that the dynamics were different back then. It was the sort of thing he wanted to puzzle out and pick apart later, when he didn’t have Victor around to distract him. Victor’s parting words brought an amused smile to his face, as the way was neither far nor difficult, but he found it hard to find the right words himself. “Thanks,” he said with a little smirk, then opened the door and climbed out. He needed to say something, anything. He couldn’t end with that. “See you later,” he said before shutting the door and heading towards his truck. He couldn’t tell him when, though he suspected it would be soon.