Who: Aidan and Victor When: mid-morning, Tuesday, July 17th Where: Victor’s house Warning: NSFW Status: Complete, Part 1
When his early normal weekday alarm started going off, Victor woke up just long enough to turn it off and send a text to his father, claiming to be down with a stomach bug so he wouldn’t be working. It was all remote work, and there was nothing on his agenda that couldn’t wait until the next day anyway. He didn’t play hooky often, and as he rolled over to snuggle in closer to Aidan’s body, he felt zero guilt about it. It didn’t take Victor long to doze off again. He was quickly getting used to sleeping with another person ... or maybe he’d just found the right person. Victor liked to feel his magic as he slept, it was almost like a hum just on the edge of hearing, a soothing vibration, a subsonic purr. It made him sleep amazingly well.
It was hours later that he started to wake up again, in a much slower and more pleasant way. Aidan was still there, half an arm’s reach to his left, and Victor shifted closer. He slipped his arm around Aidan’s back and hooked a leg over his thigh. He still felt hazy and warm, and Aidan’s bare skin against his was divine. Victor nuzzled a kiss against the back of his shoulder, a bit more blood rushing into his lazy morning wood. He hadn’t forgotten how he’d promised to wake Aidan up.
Aidan slept soundly with Victor beside him, never drifting more than a foot away, even in sleep. His magic reached out to Victor’s, magnetized, keeping a connection between them that extended beyond the physical. He’d grown accustomed to sharing his bed, but it was never peaceful like this. It never settled him. And whatever it was lacking, he found when he slept with Victor. He knew it was late when he began to wake, that dawn had passed hours ago just by the soft glow of light in the room, but he was in no hurry to rise, not with Victor’s body curled against him. His eyes remained closed as he shifted closer, hips pressing their approval as he felt the first hint of Victor’s arousal. The sun might not wake him, but that certainly would.
Victor could feel Aidan starting to come around, and he hoped his new lover would want to stay in that relaxed and lovely haze with him. Aidan didn’t seem beholden to any sort of schedule, and Victor had taken care of his obligation for the day already, so they had all kinds of time. They’d spent several waking hours together the night before already, but there was no part of Victor that wanted to shuffle Aidan out the door. He wanted to molest him instead, make him come on his fingers again, enjoy his body ... then feed him breakfast and kiss his forehead before he sent him home. It was a weird combination of hungry lust and the impulse to nurture the fuck out of him. Aidan just made him feel all kinds of dominant. At the moment he was feeling mostly sleepy-horny, and Victor trailed his kisses across Aidan’s shoulder to the back of his neck, nuzzling as he started to run his hand over him. He slowly traced the curves and dips of Aidan’s body, stroking his ribs and side, down to his hip and that sensitive dip while his own cock swelled and stiffened fully. He’d never been with anybody who could turn him on so fast by doing absolutely nothing. It was addictive.
Aidan had thought, getting into this sort of relationship with Victor, that the biggest difference would be the sort of sex he was having. It was wildly different from what he was used to, being with another man, allowing himself to be submissive, but while he enjoyed every facet so far, that wasn’t what stood out to him the most. It was the abundance of affection that seemed to naturally thrive between them, from the tender kisses to the casual touches. He’d never sought it out before, never expected or wanted it from the one night stands he’d had in the past. Yet it was everything with Victor. He felt as wanted in his lazy, sleep-dazed state as he had the night before, when he was fresh and clean, getting pulled into bed, or even later, filthy, covered in sweat and semen. The desire was equally returned; Aidan craved the man beside him. He reached back for Victor, hand finding his hip and giving it a squeeze, while his head turned to the side, offering him more of his neck. The more Victor’s hands explored his body, the more turned on he found himself, his cock hard, even though he was barely awake.
That squeeze was a subtle gesture of approval and consent to Victor, and it aroused him even more. Aidan had said what he’d wanted last night, but that had been in the warm glow of pillow talk. Things sometimes felt and looked different by the light of day, so the reassurance that he still wanted this was sexy. Aidan wasn’t a big talker, but they were learning to communicate all the same. It made Victor feel even more tuned into him, like he was a puzzle box to work his way through. He slipped his hand around Aidan’s ribs to brush his fingers over one of his nipples, parting his lips as he kissed the back of his neck. Victor shifted in even closer, pressing his body to the back of Aidan’s. He couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his stiff cock against the warmth of Aidan’s ass, and Victor muffled a groan as he nibbled at his skin. He was aching to fuck him all over again, but Victor honestly didn’t mind that heated, squirming feeling deep in his gut. He’d get his chance, he was sure of that, and he was going to enjoy the journey there. Victor dragged his hand down the front of Aidan’s torso until he was brushing fingers against his velvety cock.
It was mind blowing to Aidan how much he enjoyed the feeling of Victor’s cock pressed up against his ass. It was hard evidence of how much Victor wanted him, a reminder of what they were working up to. Aidan doubted he would last much longer, that desire would soon outweigh the lingering reservations that came with his lack of experience and prior identity. He could no longer call himself a straight man by any stretch of the imagination—he liked Victor’s cock far too much to even entertain the thought—but years of living in that mindset produced a reluctance that no longer felt natural. He was in a quiet war within himself and every time Victor touched him, Aidan drew closer to giving him, his body and soul craving a more substantial connection. Aidan fed the need, grinding back on Victor, moaning softly as Victor’s fingers brushed over his nipples, as his teeth scraped across his skin. “Fuck,” he gasped quietly as Victor teased his cock. He’d never be a big talker, but Victor seemed to bring it out of him, starting with that first real touch.
That reactiveness was part of what had Victor so hooked on Aidan, and a possessive part of him loved that Aidan had lived as a straight man up until now. Not for any suffering it had caused him, but it meant Victor was first to explore this with him. It was a primitive way to think about things, but it still made him feel like Aidan was even more His. He wrapped his hand fully around Aidan’s erection and squeezed, kissing his way down the curve of his shoulder. That soft curse made Victor’s cock throb sweetly, and he rocked his hips in time with Aidan’s grinding, the added resistance sending tiny shivers through his core. He could all too easily imagine being buried inside that taut little ass, gripped and stroked by Aidan’s body, hearing the kinds of sounds he would make then. Thinking about making Aidan lose control of himself was a powerful turn on, and it was all Victor could do not to push his dick lower to try to coax him into it. He didn’t want to put that kind of pressure on it though, not really. He used his fingers instead, releasing Aidan’s cock to bring his hand to his mouth to swipe some spit before he reached lower. Victor nipped at Aidan’s neck a bit harder as he started to rub against his ass.
Aidan whined as Victor released his cock, allowing himself to be needy, to let his control unravel. It was unexpectedly freeing to know that Victor would take care of him, that he would direct him when necessary. He’d never thought of himself as submissive, but in Victor’s hands it felt so natural, especially now when he was feeling too lazy to even properly brat. He wanted more of Victor, wanted to kiss him and stroke him and work him into a frenzy, but he knew what he’d asked for and doubted he’d be able to focus on much else once Victor’s fingers were inside him. He’d get his opportunity after, when his brain wasn’t clouded over with lust. Aidan’s breath hitched as Victor’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, wet and ready, but before he could tense up, Victor’s teeth closed down on his neck, drawing a low moan out of him. His free hand came up, tangling in Victor’s hair as he bit him, holding him there while Victor’s fingers rubbed against his entrance, coaxing him to relax. “Mark me,” he whispered as the tip of Victor’s finger slid inside of him. He needed the distraction, from his own throbbing cock and the feeling of intrusion, but mostly he wanted a physical reminder of the feeling and of the man who could wind him up like no one else.
Gods, they’d just gotten started and Victor was aching already. It was that intense way Aidan reacted to everything he did to him, like he’d never felt pleasure before. Maybe he hadn’t, at least not on this level. Victor loved thinking that he was expanding Aidan’s sexuality, leading him to places he wouldn’t have explored otherwise. Maybe some enterprising domme would’ve recognized the brat in him and taken him under her wing at some point in his life ... but Victor was thrilled to get here first. Being dominated by a woman was a different experience anyway, from everything Victor had observed, and all of Aidan’s reactions to everything he did made him think Aidan wanted this. He muffled a groan into Aidan’s skin at that whispered request, the fingers in his hair sending happy tingles down his spine. Victor bit harder, sucking at the same time to put even more sensation into it. He pushed his finger deeper, working it with a gentleness that didn’t really match what his mouth was doing. Victor propped himself up on his elbow, leaning into Aidan a bit as he felt around under his pillow for the bottle of lube he knew was there. Spit wasn’t going to be enough for what he wanted to do to Aidan.
As much as Aidan wanted to insist he wasn’t inexperienced, he was starting to understand that his experience amounted to nothing. He’d never felt like this with anyone else, never craved, never been pushed to his limits. He’d never explored beyond the surface, and thus had no idea what he was missing. And then Victor came along and he found himself sinking to depths he’d not even known existed. There was a sensuality to being with him that made every touch feel amplified and Aidan couldn’t help but react. He hissed softly as Victor bit him harder and tightened his grip on Victor’s hair, but held him close, a reminder that he wanted this despite the pain. And then there were Victor’s fingers, slowly, carefully probing deeper, making Aidan breathe harder as his cock pulsed with need. He’d never imagined this would feel so good, but he couldn’t forget the mind-blowing orgasm Victor had brought him to last time. It couldn’t be a fluke, but he wanted a reminder, a second memory in his head to help persuade him towards the more he was already aching for.
Victor had some years and obviously plenty of experience on Aidan -- he’d had the benefit of figuring his sexual proclivities out at an earlier age, and he’d had lots of opportunities to explore. He wanted to pass those opportunities forward ... in a sense. Victor had explored with a multitude of different people over a series of years -- he wanted Aidan to do all his exploring with him and him alone. It was far too early in whatever this would turn out to be for those sorts of possessive thoughts, but there they were anyway, a deep instinct that Aidan was now his, and Victor could give him everything he needed. Once he had dribbled some extra lubrication into the mix, Victor re-settled behind his lover, pushing his fingers in deeper. The grip around them was tantalizingly tight, putting fantasies into his head of what it would feel like around his cock. He rocked his hips to rub himself against Aidan’s asscheek as he slowly fucked him with his fingers, coaxing his body to relax further and accept more. “Yeah, that’s my boy,” Victor whispered to him, grazing teeth over his skin. “You like that, don’t you?”
Prior to meeting Victor, Aidan had always thought he had decent control of his body, the noises he made, and the way he reacted to stimuli. Now he understood that no one had ever pushed him for more. Victor might still be learning his body, but he pushed and pulled Aidan’s strings like a puppet, wringing out reactions he’d never dreamed of and sounds that made him blush. He whined as Victor removed his fingers to lube them up, only to gasp as he slid them back in. He pressed back against them, seeking more; his heavy breathing turning to soft moans as one finger became two. His cock stood proud between his legs, but he didn’t dare touch it, afraid it would be too much. He wanted to feel this right now, the slow rocking of Victor’s hips matching his fingers, and the reminder of what he could have pressed against his asscheek, if only he’d ask for it. “Yes,” Aidan whispered in response, as if it was a secret. He’d never been good at sharing his desires with his lovers, but with Victor he tried. So far, Victor made it worth it. “More,” he muttered, a request more than a demand. “Thick, like your cock.” He had the feeling that fingers wouldn’t really compare, but hopefully Victor understood. “How would you take me?”
Fingers definitely didn’t compare when it came to depth or smoothness or heat or anything that made a cock feel so fucking delicious. If Aidan enjoyed his fingers this much, he was going to go wild when Victor finally fucked him. He couldn’t wait, and yet ... he could. He was loving this push and pull and exploration of willpower between them, even when his cock was positively throbbing for more. The soft question from Aidan drew a groan out of him, and Victor started to work a third finger into his tight hole. “I’d take you real slow,” he murmured back, his voice heated and his hips still rocking. “I’d warm you up first, just like this, make sure you were ready ... then I would slip my cock into you ... just the head first --” Victor finger-fucked him with a few shallow strokes before he pushed deeper, “-- then the whole thing, nice and slow. I want to feel you stretch around me ...” Gods, he could almost feel it. As his long fingers bottomed out, Victor moaned close to Aidan’s ear like it was his cock sliding deep into his ass.
Aidan was panting, whimpering, making the sort of noises that would have mortified him if he’d been a bit more self aware at the moment. There was no room for that though; all he could feel or even think about was Victor—on him, in him, surrounding him, purring in his ear as he painted a fantasy in Aidan’s head, then brought it to life with his fingers. If Aidan didn’t know better, he’d believe Victor was fucking him now. He felt so full, the stretch just on the right side of painful, leaving him to wonder how anything could be better. He knew intrinsically that it would be though, and that once he went there he could never go back. A new bar would be set, the ante upped, with only one man capable of giving him what he craved. “You’ll make me come?” he asked, not all that sure if he was talking about then or now, impressed that he could talk at all. He was so close to letting his need take over that his body trembled, waiting for the moment when coherent thought dropped out to fully chase the feeling.
Had anyone ever prioritized this young man’s pleasure? The unanswerable question flashed through Victor’s head, hot and possessive but also kind of offended on Aidan’s behalf. He was beautiful, inside and out, and it was a little shocking to Victor that it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed enough to want to completely rock Aidan’s world. Until now, of course. “I’ll make you come until you beg me to stop,” he low-growled into Aidan’s ear. “Until you’re shaking and whining and can’t take any more ...” The motion of his hand sped up a bit, plunging his fingers into Aidan with slightly more force, like the passion between them was just ramping up. Victor’s cock leaked languidly against Aidan’s ass, and he nibbled on the curve of his ear just to add even more sensation into the mix. Gods, Victor couldn’t wait to have him tied down and completely at his mercy, his body just a playground for Victor and Victor alone. “Do you want to come now?” he breathed, curling his fingers enough to hit that sweet spot inside of him.
It was unfathomable to Aidan that it could ever be better than this, yet he was learning to trust Victor, who seemed to know his body better than he did himself. Every thrust of his fingers brought him higher, his body attuned to every place Victor touched him from the press of his cock to the scrape of his teeth. He was a creature of wanton need, bending to his master’s will, and as much as he tried to fight it, he knew he’d beg if Victor wanted him to. He’d do just about anything if Victor growled at him like that. He cried out as Victor’s fingers curled inside him, his whole body tensing from the shock of it. Even knowing Victor could do that, it still caught him off guard how intense it was, how much more desperate he became at one simple touch. If Victor was capable of rubbing that spot while he fucked him, Aidan was certain he would completely lose his mind. “Please,” he whined, reaching back for Victor, needing to cling to him as another wave of pleasure rolled through him, pushing him closer to the edge.
Victor knew he was nervous to take it to the next level, to do something he’d never done before that made him so vulnerable -- the first time Victor had bottomed, he’d felt compelled to get really drunk beforehand -- but Victor knew Aidan was going to be blown away by how much better a cock felt than fingers. Maybe it was good after all to take their time getting there, Victor wanted to push his boundaries, not completely obliterate them ... well, maybe a little obliteration. But sex could be delicate, and they were exploring a lot of brand new territory. So as much as Victor’s body ached to bury his cock into all of that heat and make Aidan explode, he contented himself with enjoying the delicious way Aidan was reacting to everything he was doing. He was already addicted to hearing that desperate ‘please’ spill from Aidan’s lips. He wanted to hear more of that whimpering. Victor wasn’t in a position where he had two free hands, so his options were limited, but that was just an opportunity to flex his dominance. “Put your hand on your cock,” he commanded, still working his fingers in Aidan’s body. “Don’t stroke it until I say you can.”
There were times Aidan enjoyed pushing back and there were times where he wanted to do exactly what Victor asked of him. And then there were the times where doing what Victor wanted was a struggle. As soon as Aidan put his hand on his cock, he wanted to begin stroking, that little bit of stimulation making the path to orgasm so much clearer. It brought a desperate groan to his lips and he squeezed his cock, doing his best to obey when his body screamed for more. “Victor,” he panted, hips beginning to move, pushing back on Victor’s fingers if he couldn’t stroke his own cock. “Please. Fuck. I—I’m so close.” It felt wrong not to pleasure Victor in return, but Aidan wasn’t sure he could’ve done much more from his position even if he wanted to.
Gods, the way he said Victor’s name made his balls throb. He was starting to get desperate to feel Aidan come around him, to hear the noise he would make with Victor’s cock driving him to ecstasy. And it would free up his hand to do that stroking himself. Maybe next time. With the way Aidan’s back-thrusts were rubbing against his cock, Victor was getting fairly close himself. He couldn’t have stopped his body from rocking wantonly even if he’d wanted to. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned, fucking Aidan faster with his hand. “Do it now, make yourself come for me.” One of these days he would have the patience to really edge Aidan and drive him absolutely mad, but this morning didn’t seem to be the time. Victor wanted to feel him buck and shake, to listen to him whine and moan.
The rhythm of Victor’s fingers was absolutely maddening, hitting that spot inside him with each thrust, matching the movement with his body. Or maybe that was him, matching his rocking with Victor’s fingers. It felt natural to move as one and to sync their bodies together, so that he couldn’t quite tell where he ended and Victor began. When Victor sped up, so did his hand, and that permission to come couldn’t have come soon enough. The impact was sudden, the pressure of Victor’s fingers doing most of the work while his hand took him over the edge. The perfect rhythm of Aidan’s body faltered as his body clenched and his balls tightened. Aidan cried out, wordlessly voicing his pleasure as he came into his hand, his body continuing to move, trying to draw it out as long as he physically could.
It was so hot to experience from behind and inside of him, Victor found himself on the verge of losing control himself. The way Aidan bucked back against him made his balls throb and sent sparks of friction racing down his cock. Victor slowed down the thrusts of his fingers as Aidan’s body throbbed hard around them, just pushing deep and keeping up the light pressure against his prostate. “Yes, just like that,” he breathed next to Aidan’s ear while he shuddered and moaned. Victor rode it out with him while it lasted, his burning cock pressed firmly against Aidan’s ass. He was dying to grip it tight, to stroke it just like Aidan was doing to his own, to release everything he had in his throbbing balls onto Aidan’s skin and mark him as much as he was allowed at this point. Victor kissed and nibbled on him until his orgasm seemed finished, then gingerly pulled his fingers out of Aidan’s body to wrap them around his aching hardon. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” Victor murmured to him. “You’ve got me so close, I wanna come all over you.”
Aidan moaned softly as Victor’s breath brushed over his ear and neck, the sound of his voice helping coax every last drop from his aching balls. Being with Victor had redefined what it meant to feel truly spent. His limbs were heavy and he swore he could feel a faint trembling beneath his skin. He didn’t want to move, and yet he wanted to be there for Victor, intending to do so as soon as he caught his breath. “I want you to come all over me,” he said, his voice low and smooth, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He forced his body to move, to roll over in Victor’s hold so that he was facing him. Because as much as he wanted Victor to come all over his back and ass, he couldn’t handle the lack of participation on his part. He wanted to touch Victor, wanted to look into his eyes as he came. His hand rested over Victor’s as he squeezed his cock, cum still cooling on his fingers. “I like… I like when you make a mess of me.”
Victor shifted to let Aidan roll over, but didn’t put any real space between them. He wanted to be just as close together as he got off. The way Aidan sounded telling him something filthy like that made Victor smile faintly, and he moved his hand to cover Aidan’s, guiding his fist to close around Victor’s cock. He held onto the back of Aidan’s hand at first, enjoying the delicious shiver he got from both of their grips squeezing at once, then urged him to start stroking, slow to start with. It wasn’t going to take much for Victor to get there, and he wanted to relish as much of it as he could. “Good, because I like making a mess of you,” he murmured back, dipping his face in close to brush his lips against Aidan’s. “Jerk me off with your cum.” It was what he was already doing, but it felt good to Victor to throw the command out there anyway, to instruct exactly what he wanted and know that he was going to get it.
The command cleared up any doubt in Aidan’s mind that what he was doing was unwanted and his hand picked up a steady rhythm that gradually grew faster as he stroked Victor towards orgasm. It was the sort of filth that had only lived in his head, that he felt like he should ask permission for just on principle alone. Knowing Victor shared the same sort of desires would have turned him on if he hadn’t just come and he moaned softly against his mouth, kissing him hungrily. It was more teeth and tongue than usual, mirroring his need to almost devour this man who so easily turned him into a creature of lust. “You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he murmured, watching Victor through lidded eyes. It wasn’t the smoothest thing to say, but it was the truth, and Aidan had a hard time believing he hadn’t seen it from the start. Or maybe he had and just had refused to acknowledge it.
In nearly every other area of his life, Victor was neat and fastidious. The bedroom was really the only place where he let go and indulged his more animal nature. The way Aidan kissed him like a starving man made his lower belly feel hot and his balls feel tight. Victor rocked his hips wantonly, fucking Aidan’s grip as he stroked him. It felt so fucking good, and he couldn’t stop the persistent groans bubbling up in his throat. He bite-kissed Aidan’s lips in return and grunted some wordless agreement to what he said. Victor felt hot, all the focus on his pleasure now, a willing sub right in front of him to boss around. He felt pampered and indulgent and sexy as he closed the gap between them to explore the depths of Aidan’s mouth again for another breathless moment. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” he gasped right before his body shuddered and his cock throbbed in Aidan’s hand with release.
Even without arousal to drive him, Aidan found himself getting caught up in the moment. He’d never connected with another person like this, male or female, and if he was honest with himself he’d admit that it was more than just the sex. That was just where it burned brightest, where the rapidly building bond was unignorable. Aidan pressed as close as he could without having Victor inside him, their legs tangled as Victor’s hips moved in rhythm with Aidan’s hand. When their mouths were not fused together, they shared breaths, and Aidan was sure that Victor’s shudder spread into his own body as he came onto his hand and stomach. Aidan’s hand slowed as he milked him, working Victor through every last drop before he stilled. “Fuck,” he muttered, unwilling to move quite yet, just wanting to bask in the afterglow.
Handjobs never made for the best orgasms, in Victor’s experience, but that one had been pretty fucking great, and Aidan drew it out for him perfectly. One would think every dude would be great at jerking off, but it was always different doing it to somebody else. The two of them just seemed naturally so in sync, this chemistry between them was amazing. Victor let out a breathy little laugh and kissed Aidan a couple of times. “Fuck is right,” he mumbled against his lips. If just making each other come manually was this exciting and good, Victor knew fucking Aidan was going to blow both of their minds. As long as everyone’s body was cooperative, but that was too much reality to worry about at the moment. He felt boneless and fuzzy and stupidly good, and he draped his arm around Aidan with a sigh. “The urge to chain you to my bedframe just grows and grows.” He smirked ever so slightly.
“You say that like I might object,” Aidan snickered softly. A week or two ago the suggestion would have made him nervous, not usually one that wanted to be locked into anything, but there was a definite appeal when it came to Victor. He trusted him, probably more than he should. He kept telling himself that it was just his body, that he had it under control, but other times it felt impossible to keep it just physical. And if he took a step back and viewed their relationship as a whole, how badly was he lying to himself? Aidan didn’t want to know. Right now things were easy and fun and if he realized how wrapped up his heart was in it all, he might do something stupid. “I spent all weekend wondering what you’re into,” he murmured. “Do you have chains under your bed? Or do we need to go out and buy some?”
It was pure fantasy fuel, thinking of having Aidan permanently attached to his bed. The reality of something like that would be cruel and awful, of course, but a lot of Victor’s kinks fell into that category. The key to it all was that informed, enthusiastic consent. And it sounded like Aidan was game to play around with the scenario someday if they both decided to. That made Victor’s stomach feel all tingly and happy and he grinned a bit as he lightly clunked their foreheads together. “No chains, just fancy ropes,” he said warmly back. “We can stop by a hardware store sometime if you want something heavier though.” Victor snickered quietly at the mental image of the two of them doing sexy-shopping at a hardware store, the butchest place on earth. “You can always ask me though ... what I’m into,” he added, bumping his nose against Aidan’s.
“That’s one way to feed the rumor mill,” Aidan grinned. He knew people would talk, though he doubted they’d get the story straight. It was more likely they’d think that he and Victor had someone chained up back at the O’Reilly house, some monster in the basement that they fed virgins to under the new moon. Some of the stuff he’d heard was beyond absurd, but Aidan rarely felt the need to correct them. “I think I’m good with fancy rope,” he said softly. He’d be open to chains if that was what Victor wanted, but there really wasn’t any need to go out and buy something new when he’d barely gotten to try what Victor already had on hand. Aidan nuzzled Victor back, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he tried to find the words he wanted. “It seems so… so personal,” he said with a little laugh. Why the fuck was it harder to talk about sex than let Victor finger fuck his ass? He was being ridiculous and he knew it. “Tell me. It doesn’t have to be everything. Just— a start.”
There was a benefit to not being from here -- Victor couldn’t give a shit less what people in town thought. He was interested in getting a good magical clientele in this town, but they could make all the assumptions they wanted about his private life, he didn’t give a shit. If it was a problem for them, he didn’t want to sell to them anyway. Aidan wasn’t out yet though, and Victor wanted to be considerate of that. It was a topic for another time though, Victor’s kinks were much more fun to talk about. Aidan’s bashfulness made him grin, and Victor’s fingers started drawing little random patterns on his back. “It is personal,” he murmured, his eyes ticking between Aidan’s. “But that’s okay, I want to be personal with you.” Maybe that would have been obvious to most people already, but Victor already knew there were layers of uncertainty to work through with Aidan. So he didn’t mind being warm and honest -- they had no reason to play games here. “Hmm, just a start, just the tip ...” he went on, grinning faintly. “I like ... playing with power. You know that already. I like being the complete center of someone’s world for a few moments ... watching how much pleasure they get out of pleasing me. It makes this feedback loop that’s just delicious. I mean, I like bondage, edging, some light pain ... I could make you a dry list, but it’s all about way more than that to me.”
Butterflies filled Aidan’s chest as he inhaled, letting Victor’s admission resonate inside him. It felt so much more real hearing it said aloud, an acknowledgement that this was deeper than it had been when it started, when he’d thought all either of them cared about was a release. He knew it had evolved, and that he’d possibly shared too much of himself, either with the books or his body or somewhere in between. But it had been worth it, and hearing Victor now made him feel like they were still on the same page. It came as no surprise that Victor liked playing with power. He’d picked that up the first time he met him, though he hadn’t appreciated how much he enjoyed that at the time. The bondage and light pain he’d figured out as well. “What’s edging?” he asked, brows drawing together. “I don’t need a list. I’m just… trying to learn, I guess. Better anticipate, and maybe know you better.” Hopefully that wouldn’t be a shock to hear.
It might not have looked like it from the outside, but Victor was strapped into this ride right next to Aidan. He hadn’t seen this connection coming in the slightest, but he felt it just as keenly. The speed with which it was developing crossed his mind as a concern in random moments when Aidan wasn’t around, but it was difficult to remember those hesitations when he was right there in the flesh. Victor didn’t know yet exactly what this would become between them, but he was all in to find out now. The chemistry was too good. The opposite of a shock, Aidan saying he wanted to know and anticipate his desires better gave Victor his own bout of stomach butterflies. A pleased smile crossed his face and he shifted in a bit closer. “I like to hear that,” Victor murmured. “Edging is ... riding the edge for as long as you can. Like if I’m sucking you off, and back off right as you’re about to come, over and over.” He couldn’t help but slip a hand between them to caress Aidan’s cock gently. He was just so damn touchable. “Kinda sounds like torture, but at the end? The pleasure is intense.”
“Oh,” Aidan said softly, his head tipping forward to rest against Victor’s as Victor took his cock in his hand, a soft gasp escaping him. Even soft and spent, Victor’s touch still managed to affect him, even if it was less than it would be if he hadn’t so recently come. “I didn’t know there was a name for that,” he said, lips turning up. “First time you did it, I worried you were going to leave me like that.” That would have been real torture, not the fun kind. Knowing there would be payoff in the end made it bearable, especially if it increased the intensity. It was something that Aidan was just beginning to understand, that all the foreplay had a purpose, and that if he’d trust Victor, he’d ensure it was good for the both of them. There was no reason to race to the finish line. There may be times when passion took over, but that was a different thing entirely, a high of its own kind.
Victor chuckled deep in his throat and gave Aidan’s junk a gentle squeeze. “I barely gave you a taste of it,” he murmured, nothing derisive in his tone. Quite the opposite, he was delighted by the prospect of testing Aidan’s limits, finding out how much teasing he could take. It just had to happen gradually. He nuzzled Aidan again, still smiling. “There’s a name for pretty much everything. If you can dream it, somebody out there gets off on it.” He tittered a little and nipped lightly at Aidan’s skin. “I’ll never leave you hanging for longer than you can handle though, I promise you that,” he added in a warm murmur. “The payoff is always worth it.” At least, Victor aimed to make sure the payoff always felt worth it to Aidan in particular. If they experimented around and found that he genuinely hated edging, it wouldn’t happen anymore. To make sure Aidan understood that part, he added, “As long as you keep enjoying it, of course. You can say no to anything, don’t forget.”
Aidan shuddered as Victor squeezed his balls, nuzzling back into him as he imagined Victor truly pushing his limits. Though he knew Victor would drive him mad with need, that his balls would ache and he’d be reduced to begging, there was an appeal there that he couldn’t explain. No one else dedicated that much work into getting him off, and if he was in control, he rarely put his own pleasure first. He focused on his partner and took whatever scraps that were given. It never felt that way with Victor. The control might be in Victor’s court, but the payoff was equal, and he knew it was because Victor was as focused on him as he was on Victor. “I know,” Aidan said with a little smile as his hand slid up Victor’s chest. “I know I can be quiet sometimes, but if I don’t like something, I won’t hesitate to let you know.” He’d never been the sort to just go along with something just to make someone happy, but lovers could be complicated, and he wasn’t especially good at making sure his own needs were being met. Those two things felt different in his head, but maybe it was good to have the reminder, just in case.
So far Aidan hadn’t said no to anything, so Victor wasn’t sure that he had that skill yet, but he would give him the benefit of the doubt. He was sure Aidan knew his own mind and he would figure out what he really liked and disliked in the kink world, Victor just wanted to make sure Aidan wasn’t going against his true desires just to please him. It was a common rookie mistake made by a lot of submissives, and it poisoned trust so easily. Trust was everything in connections like these. “Good,” he said. He smiled faintly and gazed at Aidan for a beat, then pressed a kiss to his lips. “I don’t mind that you’re quiet, you know. It’s not a bad thing. I just want to know you better too.” That was the whole point of seeing anyone romantically, wasn’t it? Everybody was looking for that perfect fit. Victor didn’t know yet if he’d found it, but everything felt so good so far, he wanted to find out. “So I ask questions. Like ... what do you like for breakfast?” He gave another lazy smile and rubbed his thumb against the base of Aidan’s cock.
There it was again, that flutter in his chest. Such simple words shouldn’t be able to affect Aidan so, but there he was, hanging his heart on them. Aidan almost felt inclined to explain himself, to tell Victor that it wasn’t so much that he was quiet, but that he’d rather observe until he was comfortable with a situation or a person, but it was so much more complicated than that, at least with Victor. The comfort was there, and the trust was rapidly growing, but some of the situations he found himself in tore him in the opposite direction, stilling his tongue. But then there were times like these when it was so easy to talk to him, even about things he’d never spoken to anyone about. Breakfast was clearly easier to talk about, though Victor’s damn hands managed to trip him up. He moaned softly, lips lazily brushing against Victor’s as he tried to think. “This?” he chuckled softly. “I will always take this. Though if you mean food, coffee is good. Toast. Bacon and eggs if you feel like cooking. Do you like cooking?”
It was fun to keep him distracted, to know that he responded so well to Victor’s touch, even right after an orgasm. He was extremely tempted to just keep them in bed, fondle Aidan until they were both hot and ready to go again, then see how many times they could make each other come before they were totally wiped out. But at the same time he wanted more than that -- to clean up and feed Aidan and talk to him some more. It had been a long time since Victor had been so fixated on any one person, it felt good and a little scary at the same time. He’d always been good at keeping things under wraps, however, and Aidan didn’t need to know that he was unsure about anything here. “I did mean food,” he said with a small grin. “And yeah, I do. I’m pretty good at it too. I make some coffee that’ll make you wanna get on your knees.” Victor was fully aware Aidan would probably want to do that anyway, but still. He kissed Aidan a couple more times, then slowly started to pull away. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up so I can seduce your stomach too.”
“I’m gonna need to try this coffee,” Aidan murmured, nipping at Victor’s jaw. Then they were kissing again and he, like Victor, wondered if they could stay in bed all day. It was something to consider, though maybe for another time, for as much as his body liked that idea, he wanted a bit more—to nourish the connection they had and see if it was as real as it felt. That took getting out of bed and at least attempting to do more than fuck. It was a new feeling for Aidan, but one he was inclined to follow, and he stretched as Victor pulled back, forcing himself to sit up in bed. “I hate to say this, but that’s not all that hard,” he grinned. “You feed me, I’m happy. But yeah, let’s clean up,” he said, looking down at himself. He was a mess. Again. And as much as he loved it, he didn’t want to be that way at breakfast. “You mind if I rinse off real quick?” He couldn’t believe he needed a shower for the third time in less than twenty-four hours, but that seemed to be the case.
“Mm, slutty all over,” Victor hummed with obvious approval as he reached over to tweak one of Aidan’s nipples playfully. He swung his long legs off the bed and got up with a luxurious stretch. “You’re always welcome to the bathroom, take as long as you need.” It was kind of amusing that Aidan would break in to steal his stuff and then to go through his bookshelf -- something that actually seemed more personal than using his bathroom for some reason -- and then ask permission to use the shower. He was just full of cute contradictions like that. Victor ambled into said bathroom to wash his hands and wipe the stray bits of cum off of his skin, then to brush his teeth. He didn’t need as much deep cleaning as Aidan did, and he kind of loved that. It was like marking his territory. Once he was done at the sink, Victor made sure Aidan had a fresh towel within reach, then headed for the bathroom door again. “I’ll be in the kitchen,” he said over the running water.
“You know you like it,” Aidan grinned as he jerked away from Victor’s pinching fingers. That was one of those things that he both loved and hated, that hurt and turned him on and made him laugh under the right circumstances. Victor always seemed to conjure up the right circumstances. But right now, he really needed to take advantage of that shower. “I’ll be down in a minute,” he told Victor as he turned on the water. If it was just his chest and hands that needed cleaning, he could have made do with the sink, but he’d rather not start the day with lube between his ass cheeks. Without Victor there to enjoy the shower with him, Aidan hurried to clean himself, then nipped a bit of Victor’s toothpaste to brush his teeth with his finger before getting dressed. He ran his fingers through his damp hair as he walked down the stairs, eyes on Victor as he made his way towards the kitchen. It felt weird to be there during the day, with Victor instead of sneaking around, but he liked that Victor wanted him to stay the night. “Coffee almost ready?” he asked as he strolled into the kitchen.
Victor had put on a pair of boxer briefs and a short robe before he left the bedroom, leaving the latter untied. He’d gotten straight to work on brewing the coffee, so it was indeed almost finished by the time Aidan came down to join him. Seeing him in his clothes again was slightly disappointing, but Victor knew it had to happen sometime, and it was probably easier for them to actually have a conversation if they were somewhat dressed. He noted that Aidan’s feet were still bare though, and he hoped that meant he wasn’t in a hurry to run off now. “Another minute or two,” he answered after a glance at the coffee machine. Victor moved to get a pan out of the cabinet, then ambled toward the fridge as he gestured for Aidan to have a seat at the breakfast bar. “How do you like your eggs?” he asked while he pulled some supplies out, including that bacon Aidan had mentioned. Victor had an appetite too now that he was clean and more awake.
Aidan’s eyes raked over Victor in his robe and instantly regretted getting dressed. If they’d come down together, he probably wouldn’t have done so, but he was uncomfortable wandering through the house undressed, like he might be crossing a line. Probably because he rarely wandered through his own house in his underwear. “Over easy,” he said, taking a seat at the counter to watch Victor cook. He couldn’t have helped him if he wanted to—he knew where nothing was and would just be in the way. But he watched. There was a lot to be learned through observation. “So, I’m curious,” he said. “Why such a big house for just you?” Having explored the house thoroughly, he knew there were more bedrooms than Victor could possibly need, some without furniture to fill them.
Victor wasn’t a professional chef by any means, but he’d been living alone for quite a long time, so he knew how to cook for himself ... and the occasional overnight guest. Aidan was rapidly turning into more than a guest, but that was all the more reason to learn his preferences. A lot of doms pretended they were above giving service back to their subs, and Victor found that annoying as fuck. Part of taking care of someone was tending to their needs. He flicked a chunk of butter into the pan and turned the heat up to let it start sizzling before he glanced back at Aidan with a soft chuckle. “It’s a fair question ... I’m afraid I don’t have an answer that won’t sound obnoxious,” he admitted. “I grew up in big, nice houses, so that’s what I looked for. I like to entertain, and you know ... have extra beds in case my friends need them.” Victor looked at him again, feeling a little sheepish all of the sudden. “It must seem incredibly wasteful to you.”
“‘Wasteful’ would be harsh,” Aidan said, amusement in his eyes as he shrugged one shoulder. “It seems a bit excessive, but then we’ve got more rooms than people ourselves.” There were so many rooms in the O’Reilly house that had gone untouched for years, the contents only lacking dust due to a touch of magic. They were both big houses, though Victor’s had a completely different feel to it—clean and spacious, with everything in its place. Aidan doubted there were any secret rooms or passageways, which was a shame. Those were always fun. “It’s nice,” he smiled. “Just more than I’d want to maintain by myself. Except the master bath. I’d totally take that.” He’d said it before, but it seemed worth reiterating. After Victor’s bed, it was his favorite part of the house.
Victor didn’t know much about the O’Reilly house, just that it was an old farm style place in the woods. He was sure they used magic to keep it up, and he’d been in enough old houses to know they could be very complex and interesting. He itched to explore it, especially the rooms that Aidan frequented. An invitation would come in time, or it wouldn’t, he would just have to be patient. “Oh I don’t maintain it alone,” he said with another smile. “I’ve got some cleaning spells up, but I also just hired a housekeeper for once a week.” That probably sounded decadent to Aidan, but housework was not Victor’s forte, and he preferred to pay someone else to do it. He took care of his own laundry and daily dishes, of course, but that was about it. “You’re welcome to the master bath anytime you want though,” he added, shooting Aidan another look. While the bacon and eggs sizzled, Victor poured a glass of orange juice and brought it to him. “So who-all lives out there with you again?”