Who: Aidan and Victor When: mid-morning, Tuesday, July 17th Where: Victor’s house Warning: NSFW Status: Complete, Part 2
“A housekeeper?” Aidan asked, raising a brow. “Like, a maid? In a little black dress with a feather duster?” A slow grin spread across his face as he spoke, perfectly able to see it, especially in a house like Victor’s. Somehow he doubted that was actually the case, but he couldn’t help but tease him. It was the kind of splurge Aidan would never dream of wasting money on. He might not do much of the cooking at home, but he had his own set of chores, manual and magical tasks that kept the estate running. “There’s six of us at the moment—my dad, Shayna Mae, Knox, Max, and Aya.” He paused, aware that he should give more than just names, more than just a list. Victor was trying to get to know him and, for Aidan, family was everything, but the last name on that list made things complicated. “Knox is our familiar. Shayna Mae’s my sister. Max is my brother. And Aya’s my...my I dunno. Demon bird-girl.”
“Now if she doesn’t wear a little black dress I’ll be disappointed,” Victor mused with a chuckle. It was a cartoonish way to think of a housekeeper, but kind of funny too. Aidan obviously didn’t have much experience with them, but Victor didn’t expect him to. He recognized the sibling names that Aidan provided -- he’d definitely heard about Shayna Mae O’Reilly in the witch community here, and he’d heard some other rumors about Max. Maybe the ‘normal’ people in town stayed largely oblivious to the O’Reillys, but the witches certainly didn’t. The other two names Aidan gave him though, those were more interesting. He knew what a familiar was, but ... “Demon bird-girl?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at Aidan, his tone curious. Victor moved to flip the eggs, but kept glancing back.
Aidan knew the description was going to draw attention to Aya, but he didn’t know how else to describe her. She’d never actually told him what she was and Aidan had the feeling she wasn’t quite sure herself. That didn’t make it any less frustrating. “Yeah, um… She’s not really a demon. Or a bird. Except when she is,” he said, then frowned. He was making things worse. “I stole this little mechanical bird from a shop. A magpie. But once I got it home, it exploded and a girl climbed out of the debris. She said she’s my familiar, but she’s not. She’s somehow tied to me? I don’t really understand it, but she lives with us now, when she’s around. She comes and goes.” He’d avoided mentioning Aya to Victor for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, but now that it was out there it didn’t feel as bad as he’d thought. She was important to him, like family but not, and Victor should know she existed.
Well that was fucking fascinating, wasn’t it? It almost sounded almost like a djinn of some kind. They weren’t all confined to objects, of course, but the ancient Arab world had honed that kind of binding magic to a fine art. Victor hadn’t been successful in acquiring such an object, but he’d seen one or two. He was immediately curious about this shop, and what this bird-girl could do, his mind suddenly full of questions. He made himself plate up their breakfast first, eggs and bacon and toast, and brought the food over to the breakfast bar. Victor poured them both some coffee and then joined Aidan, sliding onto the seat next to him. “So, this ... Aya,” he said as he picked up a fork. “Is she magic? Does she have any powers?” He sounded more curious than interrogating -- he was sure the O’Reillys wouldn’t allow Aya to stay there if she was dangerous to Aidan ... but he was invested in this man now, so of course he wanted to know about his living situation.
“Yeah,” Aidan said with a little laugh. “She can turn into a bird and portal in ways I can only dream.” He had some experience with portals, but even the most complicated magic couldn’t replicate what Aya could do. It made breaking into places a little too easy, but Aidan had found himself a better distraction than Aya could offer—one that let him stay over and cooked him breakfast. The only place Aidan had broken into since meeting Victor was Victor’s house. “She doesn’t remember a lot about her previous owner. Or, not owner, but… I don’t know what I am to her, not really. Except that she can’t travel too far from me, and she won’t kill me. She doesn’t like witches, but I know she’s curious about you.” Aidan hadn’t told Aya much, but she was the only one that knew Victor existed, even if Aidan hadn’t told her his name.
Victor was listening intently to everything Aidan said, but the word ‘portal’ gave him an unexpected little thrill. That was very useful magic, and if this creature had a lot of control over it and could open up portals at will? Aidan had something extremely desirable living in his house. Victor was sure she looked and sounded like a person, but she surely wasn’t -- some kind of bound spirit instead ... bound to this man who was quickly starting to feel like a boyfriend. He hoped that wouldn’t cause any issues in any direction. Victor knew quite a bit about binding magic, since he had to unravel so much of it in his line of work, and he wasn’t afraid to shove a bitch back into an object if it was warranted. Some cooperation would be ideal instead. “She’s curious about me?” he asked, his brain latching onto that part first. Gods, he did have it bad now, didn’t he? Victor grinned a little. “So you’ve told her? Or she just knows things?”
“She knows I almost drowned myself in the barn trying to figure out how to steal a bloodthirsty knife from a water witch in Overlook,” Aidan snickered. “That’s it at the moment. She doesn’t have any kind of sight, but if she was paying attention…” If the situation was reversed, Aidan would have noticed the uptick in his nights away, how he came home freshly showered, or how his mood had changed. He would have noticed how preoccupied he was. But that was him, and it was a part of who he was. He didn’t expect it from Aya or anyone else. “I don’t think anyone’s noticed, but I’ll tell them eventually.” Until now, it felt too soon, and even now, he wanted to keep it to himself. He’d never had a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend, and he doubted the response was going to be positive across the board. It was a complication he wasn’t ready to deal with yet, but he knew he couldn’t put it off forever. Victor was quickly becoming too big a part of his life for anyone who knew him to ignore.
Since all of this was happening at Victor’s house where he lived alone, there wasn’t anyone to notice a change in his day to day movements or shower patterns ... but there had definitely been a shift in his attitude. His father had even remarked that he seemed ‘chipper,’ which wasn’t a word Victor ever would have associated with himself. He hadn’t told any of his friends about Aidan yet, but he knew that would be coming, if this kept going. Victor lifted a hand and shook his head a little. “No rush on that for my sake, just to be clear,” he said. “I’m still operating with no expectations ... and I kind of like this being just ours for now.” He gave Aidan a little smile. It was too soon to inform family and friends, especially since their main connection was sexual ... but that was changing, and who knew what else would change with it. “You almost drowned yourself, though? Trying to work around my wards?” Victor couldn’t help but look amused.
“Me too,” Aidan said softly, and he liked that he and Victor seemed to be on the same page there. He tended to be a very private person and had no reason to share with his family that he was sleeping with someone, even if Victor was vastly different from the girls he’d hooked up with in the past. He hadn’t told them about them either. Even as this became so much more, he was in no rush to share it. “Almost,” he grinned, giving a little shrug. “Trying to replicate your wards was draining when water’s not my element. I got tired, and maybe a little bit sloppy. But I always keep a failsafe in place. It’d be embarrassing to drown in my own magic.” He might’ve deserved it, pushing his luck with Victor again, but it had paid off big time. “The safest bet isn’t to trip them at all. Or to alter them so that I’m not perceived as a threat.”
“Mm, I obviously need to be tweaking them, make it a challenge for you.” Victor gave Aidan a smirk. Knowing that they were still playing that game, he wasn’t going to set up anything deadly anymore ... and trying to come up with creative ways to entrap an intruder without causing harm would be the challenge for him. It was obvious that they both liked puzzles, and enjoyed mentally stimulating each other as well as physically. That playfulness was already evolving between them. Victor couldn’t even put into words just how much he’d appreciated the quote scavenger hunt that left a pretty little breadcrumb trail into Aidan’s sexual curiosities. He was already looking forward to seeing where else they could lead each other. “Do you make a habit of breaking into warded houses, or was mine just irresistible?” he asked, a little grin toying with his lips.
Aidan smirked, already looking forward to whatever challenge Victor laid out for him. It was what had him coming back in the first place, before there’d been anything between them—at least, that’s what he told himself. He still wasn’t sure and at this point it didn’t matter. The puzzles, as much as he loved them, came second to the man sitting next to him. “Initially? I just plain fucked up. I didn’t sense your wards until I’d triggered them,” he admitted with a touch of chagrin. “It only became irresistible when you entered the picture.” He still remembered the way he’d felt when Victor entered the room, a different kind of panic than almost drowning. “I still can’t believe you made me strip.” Even more shocking was the fact that he’d complied. He could have fought him on it, pushed to see if he’d actually call the cops or run if he had to, but that had seemed far less interesting than just doing what he was told for once.
Something nice and hot fluttered in Victor’s stomach at the reminder. Making Aidan take his clothes off had definitely overstepped some ethical lines, but he was still glad it had happened. Aidan had been immediately interesting, and it had felt erotic and powerful to have him at his mercy, however briefly. “I should’ve made you do more than that,” he purred, his gaze amused as it lingered on Aidan’s face. Victor popped the last of his bacon into his mouth and then sucked the grease from his thumb. He was teasing, of course ... Victor would never have really assaulted him, and he hoped Aidan knew that. He’d barely protested stripping down though, maybe there had been some flicker of mutual attraction even then. “Well hopefully this will be a lesson to you,” Victor went on, smirking faintly. “Always check for wards, unless you’re looking to complicate your love life.”
Aidan doubted Victor would have taken it further that first time, but he’d fantasized about it as well—later, after he’d come back a second time and begun to understand the draw he was facing. They couldn’t replicate the tension of that first time, but Aidan was sure other opportunities would arise, ones where consent would be a lot less questionable. “Maybe next time,” Aidan said, his teeth scraping across his bottom lip as he held Victor’s gaze. It was part of why he kept the games up, even while he knew he was welcome in Victor’s house. He wanted to see how much he could get away with and if Victor would even notice or not. The books weren’t the only thing he’d been messing with over the past few days. If Victor checked his wards now, he’d find Aidan’s magical signature all over them. “I don’t know,” he smirked. “I’m enjoying the complications at the moment. Kinda gives me incentive to keep breaking in.”
The idea of ‘catching’ Aidan in the act and having his way with him was a delightful one, but definitely something better experienced within the confines of established consent. Victor didn’t really want to encourage an appetite for that kind of dubious excitement in himself. “Complications make life interesting,” he agreed. Victor turned to face Aidan more and reached out to run a hand up his jeaned thigh. “I can’t say I want to discourage you.” He leaned in to nuzzle at the side of Aidan’s neck, giving him a soft nibble before he sat back again. “Speaking of wards though ... I’m working on some for one of my cousins -- Sebastian McCarthy? He’s got an interesting problem and said one of his friends had already come up to your place for help with the same thing ... were you around for that? A girl named Jen?” Bash and his Dark Man problem wasn’t the sexiest subject change, but Victor didn’t want to let it slip his mind for much longer, since he had Aidan right in front of him.
It was wild to Aidan how such a little stimulation could elicit such a strong reaction from him. His heartbeat sped up, his cock stirred, and he leaned closer to Victor, offering his neck before he could stop himself. It made him feel like a teenager, so horny he couldn’t help himself, and if Victor hadn’t pulled back, he might’ve happily let things progress there at the breakfast bar. Aidan blinked as his brain struggled with the shift in conversation, slow to catch on that now wasn’t the time to have sex in the kitchen. “Jen Barrett?” Aidan couldn’t have come up with the other girl’s last name, but Jen had come with her father and the police chief showing up at their door had startled him. “Yeah, she came by. Her and a few others. They were having issues with the Dark Man,” Aidan frowned. “Is Sebastian seeing him too? In his dreams?”
Victor didn’t know Jen Barrett, but Bash had said ‘Jen,’ so he had to assume that was her. Aidan had obviously at least been informed of what the people seeking help had needed, since he hit the nail right on the head. Victor nodded a bit. “Yeah, he and his boyfriend had an encounter with the Dark Man ... months ago, it sounded like. Back in winter. And then they had the dream sounds like everyone else had too, and woke up hurt from it. I gave him a couple of protective talismans to take home, and I’m going to ward their houseboat, but I wanted to check with you too, if you know anything else that might help even more.” He gave a slightly sheepish sort of smile. “Can’t say I’ve got a lot of experience with some of the more colorful paranormal fauna around here.”
“Yeah, he’s a pretty nasty piece of work,” Aidan said. “Never seen him myself, but I’ve heard what he can do.” Up until recently, he’d assumed the Dark Man was only a threat in the waking world, one he could run away from if he happened across him. Now that he knew he could dream walk, he felt like a bigger threat, even if he had no reason to think the Dark Man would seek him out. “There is a ritual my sister did that prevents the receiver from being attacked in their dreams. It’s pretty heavy magic, blood magic, but it works.” He’d seen Shayna Mae perform the spell three times in the last few weeks, all for different people dealing with the same issue. It drained her every time, to the point where she couldn’t do it twice in one day. Hearing that Victor’s cousin was in the same situation as the others made Aidan wonder how many others were out there, too scared to sleep, fearing what might find them when they did. “I can do it for them,” he offered after a moment of consideration. “Just let me know when.”
His brows lifted in surprise, but Victor got a hot little tremor in his stomach. Besides the efforts to circumvent Victor’s wards, Victor wasn’t very familiar yet with Aidan’s magic. It was like a fingerprint, different for everyone even though they were pulling on the same threads of reality. He could feel it there sometimes, pulsing inside of his lover when they were being intimate, but that didn’t mean he knew the flavor of it yet. Heavy blood magic didn’t seem like it would be Aidan’s thing, but maybe he was wrong. “Are you sure?” Victor asked, his hand settled on Aidan’s thigh again. “I can try it, if you can get me the ritual details ...” He hadn’t seen it performed though, and Aidan had. Victor just felt a bit responsible for his own family, and didn’t want to assume Aidan would do him any magical favors just because they were fooling around and having fun.
One side of Aidan’s lips ticked up as Victor’s hand rested on his thigh, a rush of excitement running through him. Victor had seen very little of his magic and, though this wasn’t the sort of spell he would ever do for fun, it was still thrilling to give him a taste. “I’ve seen it done three times in the past week. I know the prep, and I’ve seen the side effects. If they showed up at the house, I’m sure my sister would do it, but…” Aidan licked his lips, his brow furrowing as he tried to put his feelings into words. He’d seen how draining it was, how it took a toll on his sister every time. As the matriarch of their family, she was expected to step up, just as he was expected to step down. If she’d turned them away, he couldn’t offer them assistance without causing problems. As a result, it was rare for Aidan to do magic for anyone other than himself. “I want to do it.”
Why was that such a sexy offer? Victor couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. It was like offering an act of service to benefit Victor’s family, but there was something else in there too. Magic could be intimate, and he hadn’t gotten to experience Aidan flexing those muscles. He came from a notoriously powerful bloodline, and part of Victor was greedy to see it in action. Greedy and aroused, if he was being completely honest. That was something he would need to keep in check around his cousin and his boyfriend. “Do you know how hot that is?” he murmured, sliding his hand further up Aidan’s thigh. He might not get what was attractive about it, but Victor didn’t fully get it either, he was just riding the feeling. Victor squeezed his leg and gave a low little hum. “I’ll set it up. Sooner rather than later, they’re both pretty shaken up.” He paused, then added, “And thank you. I’ll pay you back for it, one way or another.”
A grin tugged at Aidan’s cheeks as that hand slid higher, and he found himself leaning into Victor, magnetized. He didn’t know why it was hot, but he had the same feeling, as if it was a new level of intimacy being shared between them. “Then I should warn you, unless you’ve got some kind of revitalizing spell up your sleeve, I won’t be good for anything after, except a nap,” he chuckled softly. After a nap, however… He didn’t want to make any promises, but suspected anything was game. It made him hot just thinking about it, which was probably bizarre and uncalled for, but at least he wasn’t alone in it. “You can let me watch sometime,” he grinned. “Can we do it here? Do you have an outdoor space that will work?” They could do the spell indoors, but Aidan tended to feel the most connected with his magic where the air ran free.
The prospect of the spell wiping Aidan out wasn’t a deterrent to Victor -- that just meant Victor would get to take care of him afterward, and that was its own kind of hot. He had a caretaking side that he hadn’t gotten to indulge organically very often. It was one of those things that was easier demonstrated than talked about, so he just smiled. “You haven’t paid any attention to the outside, every time you’ve broken in here?” Victor teased with a huffed laugh. He nudged the breakfast plates aside to lean more comfortably against the counter, his eyes lingering on Aidan. “Yes, I’ve got a pretty good outside space, private, nice flat ground. Constant breeze from the ocean, you’ll love it.” Victor loved being so close to the cliff himself, where he could always hear the surf. “We can go look, if you want.”
“I know my way around it, but my focus has generally been more on how to get in,” Aidan smiled. He was observant enough to know that Victor’s yard was beautiful, that he backed up to the cliff, so he could smell the wind and sea from his balcony, but he’d never actually stopped to look for a good place to settle. It had been dark over half the times he’d been there, and even in the daylight he’d been quick to sneak inside. He’d never imagined a situation where he might get to enjoy the nature surrounding Victor’s estate, but now that he had the opportunity, he couldn’t pass it up. “Sure,” he said, sliding off his seat so that he was even closer to Victor, hands resting lightly on Victor’s knees. “It’s not my space, so it’d be nice to get a feel for it first.”
Victor had been the one to suggest they go outside, but with Aidan between his knees he suddenly didn’t want to. He just wanted to drag the younger man back upstairs and have his way with him. Though this whole house was his, so there was no need to go that far, was there? Victor could have him anywhere he wanted. Including outside, actually, with the privacy fences that blocked out the neighbors. He eyed Aidan for a moment with a little smile, then pushed his seat back enough to stand up too, his body close to Aidan’s. Victor loved being taller than him, having the higher vantage point. “Let’s go then,” he murmured, a lightly teasing and challenging tone in his voice. He wanted to see how easy it would be for Aidan to pull away first. “You know where the deck door is.”
Aidan didn’t move as Victor moved to stand, making them so close that Aidan had to tilt his neck back to look up at Victor. He was so fucking tall and, for reasons he couldn’t explain, Aidan loved it. It made his heart speed up and, for just one second, he imagined Victor’s long fingers curling around his neck, holding him there as he kissed him, hands in his hair as he pushed him down to his knees. But then Victor spoke, bringing him back to reality, and it was like flipping a switch. The challenge was there, waiting for a response. “I know where all the doors are. And windows. I have ways into your house you haven’t even considered,” he smirked, lingering a moment more before pulling back, leading the way like he belonged there. “I work best outside.”
That should have been vexing, almost a threat, but it just excited Victor instead. That sly fox part of Aidan was so inexplicably hot to him, and it made life so much more exciting to think his new squeeze could just slip in and out of his home at will. For a moment he thought Aidan would succumb to the closeness and make a move, but he flexed his willpower almost visibly and turned away instead. Victor moved to walk a few paces behind him, amused by all of this and unmindful of the face he was in his underwear and open robe. He didn’t give a shit, this was his property now, and the neighbors were out of view anyway. Victor followed Aidan out onto the expansive deck, and made a vaguely welcoming gesture at the back yard, inviting Aidan to assess it however he wanted while Victor found a deck chair to lounge on.
Aidan didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t for Victor to follow him outside in his underwear and dressing gown. His eyes scanned over him as he looked back at him, openly ogling him as he collapsed onto a chair. He was the opposite of everything Aidan had ever looked for in a lover, and yet somehow exactly what he desired. It was an enigma, but he was willing to embrace it anyways. When he finally dragged his eyes away, he surveyed the area, slowly walking out towards the edge of the deck. He stopped when the wind took hold of his hair, and he shut his eyes, palms open towards the ground. It would be better if he could feel his bare feet on the dirt, close to the cliff where the wind was wild, but this would do. He wasn’t going to drag Victor’s cousin to the cliffside. “Here,” he said, opening his eyes and turning towards Victor. “I can see why you like this place. The location. It’s beautiful. Easy to connect.”
It felt delicious to be ogled, and to have someone he wanted to ogle in return. Aidan made a very lovely picture, standing on the end of the deck with his curls swaying in the breeze. There was a nice stretch of grass between them and the cliffside, but the deck did have a fantastic view. “I definitely don’t regret buying it,” he answered, giving Aidan a lazy smile when he turned around. He was happy with more than the view -- who knew if any of this would’ve happened if he had bought a different house. Victor propped one foot up on the other deck chair and let his knee sway a bit. “Magic feels good to me here, I’m sure it’ll feel good for you too.” He smirked, already excited about seeing Aidan do a ritual right in front of him. A blood ritual, no less. It made a deep primal part of him tingle.
“I want to be out here during a storm,” Aidan said, as he came closer, eyes back on Victor as ideas began to infiltrate his brain. He wondered if he could drag Victor out there with him, if he’d allow himself to get soaked to the bone as both their elements surrounded them, the wind and the rain and the lightning. It was one of those weird things that appealed to him that he’d have never considered with anyone else. “I was that first time, but… I didn’t take advantage of it.” Not like he wanted to now. He’d used the weather to hide him, rather than taking the time to enjoy it. It made him aware of how used he was to hiding, and how difficult it could be to be out in the open, in the daylight.
Victor was neat and fastidious in his everyday life, but he was water-aspected, and he’d been out in countless storms to soak it all in and bask in the magical energy. Enjoying a storm with Aidan, especially a big one, sounded like heaven to him. Victor let his head relax back against the chair, his hooded eyes on Aidan and his legs still comfortably splayed. “There was a lot that didn’t get taken advantage of that night,” he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. Ethically wrong or not, he’d done plenty of fantasizing about all the delicious ways that night could have gone. Nothing after would have worked out the same, of course, but that was why it stayed in the realm of fantasy. It probably should have been embarrassing, how often he had jerked off with Aidan on his mind. “Come over next time it storms and we’ll take as much advantage as you want.”
Why was the idea of Victor taking advantage of him so appealing? Aidan thought there might be something wrong with him, but if that was the case, at least he was in good company. He thought it might have something to do with the adrenaline rush, the unknown, and the unexpected. But it was consensual now; if Victor had power over him, it was because Aidan let him. Yet that didn’t diminish the rush it gave him. He moved closer to Victor, until his shins pressed up against the edge of the chair. It was different to be standing over him, and Aidan wasn’t sure he liked it. “An open invitation,” he said, lips turning up. “You know you can…you can always ask me. To come over.”
He watched Aidan approach with appreciation, letting his gaze drift down over his body as he moved. It was clothed now, but Victor was deeply pleased that he knew exactly what was under those clothes. He had done a lot of thinking about his own proclivities, especially when it came to causing people discomfort or pain in an erotic way, and Victor had moved past thinking any of it was “wrong.” He was who he was and he liked what he liked, and if he found people who liked receiving what he liked to give ... where was the harm? Aidan could say no at any time, and yet there he was putting himself between Victor’s thighs and making his balls tingle pleasantly. Victor stayed put for a heartbeat or two, then sat up in one smooth motion, his hands coming up to the backs of Aidan’s thighs, face level with his chest as he straightened his spine. “I can always ask you to come over, or tell you to?” he asked, smirking faintly before he gave Aidan’s chest a nuzzle.
With one swift motion, Victor changed their position just enough that the indecision Aidan felt from standing over him eased. Aidan leaned into him, a smile playing on his lips as one hand lifted to run through Victor’s hair. “Either,” he said softly. “Depends on your mood. And what you want to deal with.” Because Aidan didn’t always react positively to being told what to do, but he’d still probably come over. He used to think reacting like that would make him a pushover, but with Victor he was beginning to see it as something more complex. Victor flexing his dominance gave Aidan something to push back against, even when he gave in. More than anything, it felt good to know he was wanted. His eyes closed as Victor nuzzled his chest. “You want me to come even if I’m pissy?” he asked. “Or high?”
Victor certainly didn’t expect Aidan to become a doormat. His interest would likely die on the vine if that happened anyway -- the strong will was part of the appeal. It made this whole dynamic special, something nobody else got to have with Aidan, and that tickled the most possessive parts of him. “I want you in any state,” Victor murmured. He slid his hands up Aidan’s hips to slowly push his t-shirt up. “Maybe especially high.” Victor chuckled faintly and dipped down a bit lower to kiss the newly exposed skin below Aidan’s sternum. Weed made sex feel even better, and Victor was eager to keep expanding Aidan’s experience of pleasure. He pushed Aidan’s shirt up to his chest and kissed his way up to one nipple to give it a soft swipe with his tongue. “I can deal with some pissiness while you do as you’re told,” he murmured, glancing up with a smirk.
In no world would Aidan allow himself to become a doormat. If that’s where this was going, if that was the sort of submissive he thought Victor wanted, he’d have cut it off before it started. But he didn’t think that was the case. If there was one trait that Victor would be aware of from the start it was Aidan’s inclination to push back against authority, and Aidan didn’t think that would ever change. “It’d be more fun if we were both high,” Aidan suggested, his voice soft as Victor kissed his chest. He was tempted to pull off his shirt, to offer more of his skin to the warm sun and Victor’s mouth, but the daylight and open area made him hesitate. The area was so open, the sun so bright, that he’d never felt more exposed. He inhaled through his teeth as Victor’s tongue brushed over his nipple, fingers tightening briefly in Victor’s hair. “And if I don’t do what I’m told?” he asked with a lazy smirk of his own.
He hummed a soft sound of agreement -- they definitely needed to get high together. Victor didn’t let himself dabble in drugs too often, he found they left him more clouded than he liked to be the day after, but he would indulge with Aidan here and there for the sake of pleasure. Victor let his hands caress Aidan’s sides and back while he toyed with his nipple, a wicked look in his eyes as he glanced up to meet Aidan’s gaze. Victor both enjoyed and wanted to smack that smug smirk off of his pretty face. “Then you’ll be punished,” he said simply, but his tone indicated Aidan wouldn’t hate the punishment. He would probably love it, in fact, and that was part of the fun. Victor lightly dragged his teeth over Aidan’s nipple before soothing it again with his tongue, eyes still on him to drink in his reaction. “The severity of which will depend entirely on you and your stubbornness,” he added in a murmur.
The hardest thing for Aidan to understand was the way he, himself, courted pain and punishment. It wasn’t something he’d identified in himself prior to meeting Victor, but there were little signs here and there, instances that he could now identify in retrospect. It was an aspect of their relationship that he was still wrapping his head around, slowly accepting that he loved the way a sharp slap countered a tender caress, or how exhilarating it felt to finally give in and submit, and let Victor drive him to heights he could never reach himself. It wasn’t like Aidan wasn’t capable of controlling himself; he’d done it for years, while engaging in subpar sex. He knew what he was asking for when he acted out with Victor, and though it still seemed a bit bizarre, he loved every second of it. Aidan had never been one to shy away from something just because it wasn’t what people considered ‘normal’. “I can behave when I want to,” Aidan murmured as his fingers smoothed down the back of Victor’s neck. The little touches he could handle, but it was Victor’s teeth and tongue on his nipple that were beginning to turn him on, a shiver running through him at the stimulation.
Victor was still figuring out which ‘punishments’ worked best with Aidan -- there were the fun ones he would probably enjoy like being bound up and spanked and edged until he was a squirming, begging mess ... then there were the actual punishments he wouldn’t enjoy. Those were a trickier subject, something to be careful with as they mapped out Aidan’s boundaries together. With an experienced sub, Victor would already know what was a good punishment vs. a bad one, but this whole thing with Aidan was exploratory and experimental. Nothing wrong with that, he just had to stay aware of it so he didn’t do any actual damage. “Don’t I know it,” Victor purred, grinning faintly. Aidan’s hands on his neck sent happy little chills down his spine, and his cock stirred in his boxer briefs. “You’re so good sometimes, it makes me come so hard.” He kissed his way over to Aidan’s other nipple to give it the same attention, glancing briefly up at him again. “Do you like behaving for me?”
“Fuck,” Aidan muttered as Victor moved to his other nipple, though it was really the things Victor had to say that got him going. For as much as he enjoyed misbehaving, there was something appealing to giving Victor what he wanted. It was in his nature to fight it; rebelling against authority was the only control he’d ever been comfortable exerting, but giving into Victor’s demands had a payoff that made it worth it. He would’ve never said he had a praise kink, but the praise he received from Victor felt different. It felt earned, it felt real, and it turned his brain to mush. “Yes and no,” Aidan admitted. “Sometimes. It’s complicated,” he added, because he rarely wanted to behave from the start. When it did happen, there was a hesitancy in his actions, one that melted away as Victor proved to him how much he wanted it. Maybe, eventually, he’d obey without question, but Aidan doubted it. “You’ve never made me regret it.”
It was a real honest answer to what was meant to be a flirtatious question, but Victor would take every tidbit of information he could get out of Aidan. He wasn’t much of a talker, and seemed especially hesitant about discussing sex and his preferences out loud, so it was a game of gathering clues for Victor. Which was something he enjoyed, honestly. It wasn’t a surprise to hear that submitting was a complicated feeling for Aidan, but it was a reminder to Victor to be gentle and careful with him. At least until they both knew where the lines were. “Good,” he murmured to the last part, slowly leaving a trail of kisses back to Aidan’s sternum and down his stomach. “My goal is that you never will.” He nuzzled a bit at the line of hair under Aidan’s belly button and glanced up at him again. “Take off your jeans.”
Aidan’s eyes flicked from Victor up to their surroundings, to the open air on all sides of them, then back down to Victor’s gaze. That was all it took to make his cock fully erect within his jeans, his breathing heavier as he licked his lips. He doubted anyone would be able to see them back there, but the possibility that they might was an unexpected turn on. He didn’t so much hesitate as stall, and only because he could, though the demand was one he was happy to oblige in. Once pushed past his hips, his jeans fell to the ground, and Aidan kicked them away before looking to Victor for further instructions. “Better?” he asked, a bit of cheek shining through. He could have taken off his boxers as well as his shirt, but if Victor felt like ordering him around, he’d wait for the request.
The deck was nicely big and covered, and the backyards of Victor’s neighbors were angled in such a way that someone would have to be really trying to see something in order to spot them. And if they did that? They deserved what they saw. The outside-ness of it did offer a nice edge of exhibitionism though, and Victor was beyond pleased when Aidan obeyed. It was obvious by the tent in Aidan’s boxers that he was affected by it all, and heat flooded into Victor’s groin in answer. “Much,” he purred, smirking up at his sub. “Don’t you agree? You obviously needed to be more comfortable.” He brushed his fingers over the strained cotton, finding the warmth underneath it tantalizing. Victor lightly traced the lines and curves of Aidan’s cock through his boxers, then relaxed back into his chair and let his hand drop to his own hardon. “Shirt off too,” he murmured, slipping his hand into the waistband of his underwear. “Don’t touch yourself.”
“Should’ve never gotten dressed,” Aidan murmured in agreement, voice dropping lower as Victor teased his cock. He’d been comfortable enough over breakfast, but the second Victor started touching him he’d began to regret his decision to put on clothes. He was happy to let his shirt follow his pants to the floor, but the urge to touch himself was so strong his fingers danced along the outside of his thighs before balling into fists. Was he supposed to remove his boxers too? Aidan wasn’t sure, but the thought of being nude out there, basking in the sunlight, was creating a little wet spot on the front of his shorts. Considering all they’d already done, Aidan would’ve never thought Victor stroking himself on his back porch would’ve been so arousing. “Can I touch you?”
Victor would’ve agreed that Aidan should’ve stayed naked, but he was rather enjoying watching his clothes drop one by one. It was a little reminiscent of the first time they met, just outdoors in the fresh air and the daylight this time ... and a much more playful vibe, of course. Victor rubbed his erection underneath his boxer briefs, letting his gaze drift down Aidan’s body. “No,” he answered with a little smirk. “Not yet. Just let me look at you.” His hand emerged to hook a thumb into the front of his underwear and pushed it down to expose his cock. Victor licked his fingers and went back to teasing himself where Aidan could watch. Victor had a feeling he would be squirming in no time, and his gaze lingered on the bulge in the front of Aidan’s boxers. “You have a beautiful body,” he murmured and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
Aidan’s head tipped back with a quiet groan of frustration, looking up at the sky as he tried to rummage up his control, but then his eyes were back on Victor seconds later. As hard as it was to watch and not act, he couldn’t stand not watching at all. Standing there, doing nothing, was its own kind of special torment, highlighting all the ways Aidan wanted to engage. He sucked on his bottom lip as Victor pulled himself out of his underwear, unable to tear his eyes away, even while heat blossomed on his neck and chest. “No,” he answered quietly. It felt like a compliment reserved for a woman, not for him. It made him aware of his scruff, wondering when he’d last shaved or had a haircut. His fingers brushed over the scar on his right thigh, suddenly more aware of it. Nobody looked at him the way Victor did, not even the lovers he’d briefly taken in the past.
That answer didn’t surprise Victor but it made him a little sad at the same time. He firmly believed that all of his lovers deserved and needed compliments, regardless of gender. Maybe the men needed it even more, because they didn’t tend to get as many in day to day life. He could tell the unwavering attention made Aidan a bit self-conscious, but that was part of Victor’s intent. He found it so hot when Aidan was squirmy and embarrassed. The tent in Aidan’s boxers said he wasn’t too opposed to it either. “Well it’s true,” Victor murmured, letting his gaze run over Aidan’s exposed skin while he slowly stroked his cock. Aidan looked damn good to him, scruffy or not. Those intense blue eyes alone were captivating. “Especially when you blush like that for me.” Victor flashed him a wolfish smile. “Take your boxers off.”
Aidan rolled his eyes, but his blush intensified, spreading all the way up to his cheeks as he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them off. His breathing felt heavy, even though he was doing nothing; it was the thrill of standing nude in the sunlight, watching Victor stroke himself as he struggled not to do the same. Aidan was twitchy, crawling in his skin now, and his balls were starting to ache. “This is a first,” he said, laughing softly. When he’d suggested fooling around outside in the rain, he hadn’t really known what that might mean for him. He’d thought about how incredible it might be to be drenched in both their elements, but now he doubted he’d last a second. Victor wasn’t even touching him and he was fully hard and leaking, hornier than he could’ve ever imagined considering he’d already gotten off once that morning.
Victor had half expected him to refuse, to take the chance to be bratty and keep his boxers on, but it gave him a delicious thrill that Aidan obeyed the command. He looked absolutely delectable standing there naked, whole regions of his pale skin going pink, his cock stiff and bobbing gently in front of him. Victor drew in a slow breath through his teeth as he looked Aidan over with open lust, his hand tightening around his erection. He personally loved fooling around outside in the open air, and he was already finding it even more enjoyable on his new deck, listening to the ocean. “Nice, isn’t it?” he posed, a brief smirk crossing his face. It was starting to take more willpower for Victor to keep his hands to himself -- submissives weren’t the only ones who needed to have self control. He sat up enough to pull his arms free of his robe and shimmy out of his boxer briefs so he was just as exposed as Aidan was, then gestured him forward. “Come here, straddle me,” he murmured.
“Nice isn’t the word I’d use,” Aidan murmured, though he had to agree. It was nice, but he’d been thinking about how aroused it made him, though he knew Victor played a huge part of it. He wouldn’t be near as hard nude and solo in his own backyard. When Victor began to strip, Aidan’s focus began to slip, and he had his hand wrapped around his cock before he could think better of it. His teeth scraped over this bottom lip as he moved closer, then braced his hands on Victor’s shoulders as he climbed into his lap. “Like this?” he asked, shifting his hips provocatively from atop Victor. The way he’d positioned himself, Victor’s cock was between them, a breath away from his own, but the smallest adjustment could put it behind him, wedged between his ass cheeks. Aidan could almost feel his self restraint dwindling with each encounter.
It was a nice wide lounge chair, so there was plenty of room for Aidan’s knees, and Victor slid his palms up the other man’s thighs as he settled in. He’d noticed the slip when Aidan touched himself, but he let it slide, more interested now in escalation. “Perfect,” Victor breathed. He squeezed Aidan’s hips and dipped in to kiss him, moving one hand in to wrap around his cock. Victor rubbed it against his own, delighted little shivers of pleasure shooting up his spine at the skin to skin contact. This wasn’t really the ideal environment to fuck anyone for the first time, he didn’t even have any decent lubrication close by, but they could still fool around and maybe Aidan would end up liking the position. He groaned into the kiss as he expanded his grip to wrap his hand around both of them, stroking them together in a light, teasing sort of way.
With anyone else, Aidan was sure the position would give him a height advantage, but not with Victor. The man was so long and lanky that Aidan still had to tilt his head back to kiss him, something he’d found he enjoyed. It was a vulnerable position, baring his neck and spreading his legs, and as a man he’d been taught to avoid it, but the more time he spent with Victor, the less he gave a shit what anybody said. He’d never cared much about the opinions of society to begin with. He was panting by the time Victor touched his cock, squirming in an effort to increase the friction. When Victor shifted his position to wrap around them both, Aidan groaned into the kiss and nipped at his lips, blunt nails digging into Victor’s shoulders. Though his mouth was occupied, his reaction was enough for Victor to know that felt damn good.
That was the good shit, the feeling Victor was swiftly getting addicted to. There was something raw about the way Aidan reacted to things, it felt very present and without an ounce of jadedness to be found. Like it was all new and amazing to him. Victor knew the first part was true, of course, but it was so damn satisfying to feel the latter as well. The way he arched into pleasure, his body practically begging for more, was incredibly sexy. Victor’s cock flexed against Aidan’s as his balls throbbed with good feelings. He broke the kiss and let go of them for long enough to lick and spit into his hand, his eyes cracking open to drink in Aidan’s expression. He didn’t waste any time in gripping both of their cocks again, his fist sliding over them much easier now. Victor moaned and bucked his hips a little, relishing the weight of Aidan on his thighs, only half wishing he was inside of that cute ass of his because everything felt so good already.
“Why is that so hot?” Aidan murmured as Victor licked his hand, making Aidan’s cock twitch with just that one little action. He wasn’t looking for a response; it was more of an observation on his part, one more little thing that turned him on, even if he didn’t know why. It was a trend with Victor, who exposed him to something new at every turn, but this was so common, Aidan felt like he should have known. Except it was more than just Victor spitting in his hand—it was the eye contact as he did it, the attention he paid to Aidan when no one else did. Aidan was sure he was watching as Victor began to stroke them together, but his own eyes fell shut, a quiet curse escaping him. He rolled his hips and cracked his eyes open to watch Victor’s hand slide over them together before looking back up at him, his eyes full of heat and longing. “I’ve never wanted to fuck so bad…” he panted. “And not been able to—to bring myself to do it.” He knew now wasn’t the time for a multitude of reasons—the top of the list being a lack of lube and the fact that he might actually freak out—but he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The little confession made Victor smile, and the temptation to push his cock back to slip it into Aidan’s ass got even stronger. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy in reality, it was going to take time and patience to warm Aidan up and make sure he was okay with everything, but damn if it wasn’t hot as fuck to hear he was gagging for it. Victor was pretty sure that eventually what Aidan’s body wanted would override his inhibitions, and he would ask for it. He was looking forward to that day, but for now the lead-up was so much fun. “You will when you’re ready,” he purred, twisting his hand around the heads of their cocks for a different sensation. They lined up together so well, Victor already knew Aidan was going to be an incredible fit for him, in more ways than one. “Until then I’ll just make you come your brains out in other ways.” He flashed his boy another wicked grin and stroked them tighter, his palm mostly on Aidan’s cock so he got more sensation. The way he panted and moaned and moved made Victor want to eat him alive.
In moments like these, Aidan wasn’t sure what was holding him back. It was like there was a wall there, keeping him from crossing the threshold—a wall he’d gone from not even being aware of to actively pushing against. He knew it was all in his head, but damn if it didn’t feel like a physical barrier that he had to tear down, brick by brick. He squirmed in Victor’s lap, rocking his hips to match his strokes, and attempted to stifle a moan when Victor’s hand tightened. He’d always thought that hand jobs were boring, the lowest on the totem pole of ways to get off with a partner, but Victor found ways to make it interesting. He might not be close to coming, but he was needy enough that his self-restraints began to lower. “Tell me what to do,” he muttered, kissing Victor, then nipping at his bottom lip hard enough to sting. “I don’t want to come without you.”
There had always been something appealing about jerking a partner off, it was taking control of something they’d always done themselves and making it his own. Victor enjoyed that, for obvious reasons -- it felt much more dominant than giving a blowjob most of the time. Even when he was caught up in the grips of pleasure himself, like now. Aidan’s bite on his lip sent a tiny shudder of pleasure through Victor’s core, and his cock flexed where it was gripped against Aidan’s. “That’s a start,” he murmured back, a soft chuckle in his throat. “Here ...” He let go of the both of them and reached for Aidan’s right hand to pull it over. Victor spat into Aidan’s palm before guiding it to take hold of his cock. He got his own hand wet again before he wrapped it around Aidan’s hardon once more, so they could stroke each other. “Show me how you like it best,” he told him. “And I’ll show you.”
It was a game Aidan hadn’t considered and he wondered briefly why he hadn’t tried it before—then he remembered he’d never had another partner with a cock, which pretty much explained everything. It was easier to fall into a submissive role, easier to give and take direction when he was familiar with the equipment, and he appreciated the fact that he could literally feel when he was doing something right. With his hand slicked with Victor’s spit, he wrapped it around Victor’s cock and began to stroke him just as he would his own. When a bead of precum gathered on the crown, Aidan swirled his thumb over it and spread it down the shaft. When he felt his own balls tighten, he let up slightly on Victor, pushing his balls back down and tightening at the base, attempting to stave off his orgasm on a cock that wasn’t his. It was mesmerizing to watch, to see the differences between them, then adjust and see if he could make it better.
Victor always found it so interesting, the variety of reactions that could come out of different bodies, even when they had the same equipment. What Aidan was doing to him felt fantastic, and it was kind of a challenge not to rush to the finish line with the dick that was actually in his hand, much less concentrate on stroking Aidan in a way he himself enjoyed. They were mostly on the same page it seemed, and before too long Victor’s breath was coming heavy and thick in his throat, small sounds of pleasure escaping him while they played with each other. He kissed his boy -- Aidan was feeling more and more like ‘his’ every time they met, that had to count for something -- when he could, but kept his face close even when they both needed to breathe. Tension was spreading quickly through Victor’s lithe body, and he tightened his grip and stroked Aidan’s cock faster, suddenly determined not to be the first one to lose control.
Aidan’s breath hitched as Victor picked up the speed, his body suddenly ramping up at a rate beyond his control. A moan escaped his lips as they brushed across Victor’s and his hips began to flex, trying to push up into Victor’s hand as it slid down his shaft. He wouldn’t last under this kind of onslaught, no matter how hard he tried, yet he tried to fight it anyways. Aidan bit his lip, attempted to still his hips, and stroked Victor’s cock with renewed intent. He jerked Victor off just as he would when he was eager to orgasm and rushing towards completion, hoping to even the score, even while he felt himself failing. Someone was whining with growing intensity and it shocked him to find it was him, so desperate that he’d turned to a wordless sort of begging. Pleading eyes looked up at Victor, completely at odds with his determination to wait him out. Aidan wasn’t even sure what he was waiting for, only that he needed it, and with it he would break.
The knot of pleasure-pressure in Victor’s lower belly tightened sharply, and his own moans rose to join all of Aidan’s lovely sounds. His body felt more and more tense and trembly, and he wasn’t positive that he was going to ‘win’ this little game ... though they were both going to end up winners, weren’t they? Victor’s hips rocked under Aidan, his bodily instinct to rut and release taking over. “Fuck ... you’re gonna make me come,” he breathed into the not-quite kiss. It was stating the obvious, but Victor was sure Aidan would enjoy hearing it anyway, he knew he always did. Victor kept stroking him like he was doing it to himself -- if he couldn’t push Aidan across the finish line first, he wanted them to get there together. “Come with me,” Victor demanded in a groan, his fist speeding up a little more. “C’mon, let me feel it ...”
It was almost instantaneous how quickly Aidan came, as if all he’d really needed was permission to come. Or maybe it was the command, the sub side of his brain immediately obeying. Aidan wasn’t analyzing it at the moment; he was too busy coming his brains out, just as Victor promised he would. His hips pressed frantically up into VIctor’s hand as he spilled his seed between them, babbling whispered pleas and obscenities across Victor’s lips. While his rhythm faltered slightly, he continued to jerk Victor off, just as he would himself, moving on autopilot as he attempted to wring every last bit of pleasure out of his orgasm. He’d intended to wait Victor out, to prove… he wasn’t even sure what he’d wanted to prove. Sometimes Aidan was just stubborn for the sake of being stubborn, but sometimes common sense won. It felt practically impossible not to come when he was that desperate and they both wanted it.
There was no way Victor could hold out through all of that, overwhelmed with Aidan’s reaction to his pleasure just as much as what he was feeling in his own body. Aidan’s cock was still jerking in his hand when his climax hit, hot pleasure licking up his spine. Victor shuddered and gasped a few curses of his own. It was an intense rush of sensation and intimacy mixed together, something he felt in more than just his cock, that was for sure. Somehow it was so hot to feel how Aidan stroked himself through an orgasm, an intimate detail that not everyone could appreciate as much as he did. Victor wanted to know every inch of this man, everything about him, hold it all in his hands and give it the attention and love and pleasure it deserved. He crushed their mouths together in between gasping breaths until they both stopped shuddering and their hands came to a stop. “Good boy,” Victor whispered, a faint smile crossing his lips.
Though Aidan was wrapped up in his own pleasure, he was aware of Victor coming right after him, the way he shuddered and gasped, then spilled onto his hand. Someday he wanted to take the opportunity to watch it all play out without his own distractions, a desire that was both new and unexpected. In all his past encounters, he gave pleasure to receive pleasure, and desire often faded when reciprocation failed. But Victor gave in abundance. Victor made him come more in the last two weeks than he probably had in the last few months. There was a desire to please him just for the sake of pleasing him, and while those two little words weren’t exactly equal to an orgasm, they still stirred up butterflies inside him, fluttering so frantically he’d think they’d started a riot. If the smile tugging at his lips didn’t give him away, the flush on his chest and neck probably would, and yet his inclination was to try and ignore it, to steer Victor elsewhere, embarrassed about how those words affected him. “I like the dirty talk,” he whispered.
Simple praise didn’t really seem dirty to Victor, especially not at this point in his sexual life, but for someone who could barely get a word out about sex period, he could see it. Or maybe Aidan was talking about other things he’d said he couldn’t even remember anymore. Victor’s mouth tended to get away with him when he was really in the moment. “Good, I’m glad,” he murmured back, grinning a bit. “‘Cause I don’t know if I can stop doing it altogether.” It was one of those things he would try to repress if a partner really wanted him to, but he knew that would ultimately make him feel stifled. Victor was relieved the two of them were compatible in that way. “And if you like to hear anything in particular ... I can say it more,” he added, still slowly rubbing his thumb against Aidan’s slick cock. He was enjoying feeling it relax in his grip, warm and intimate even though they were both a sticky mess.
“I like, ah—! All of it,” Aidan gasped, his cock sensitive after having just come. It didn’t take much to make him shudder and squirm, like an aftershock running through him. “I’d never ask you to stop.” It would be a downright shame and he’d be severely disappointed now that he’d gotten a taste of it. The offer to say more of something he liked stuck out to him and Aidan licked his lips, considering it. His natural inclination was to keep his mouth shut, but that was because the answer made him uncomfortable and that was on him. The one thing he’d read over and over about BDSM relationships was how important communication was and damn if that wasn’t a weak point for him. He was trying though. He had to start somewhere. “I like… what you said. The praise,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, his eyes dropping from Aidan’s to watch his hand. His lips ticked up, a ghost of a smirk. “But only ‘cause I earned it.”
Victor enjoyed making him squirmy, but he didn’t overdo it, not in a very sadistic mood at the moment. He was much more interested in what Aidan had to say, and it was hard to talk when someone was torturing your post-orgasm dick. He still held on though, feeling warmly possessive of everything about Aidan. Victor smiled faintly at the way he whispered like it was a confession, but his smile broadened at the last part. “Of course,” he murmured. “Unearned praise is false praise, and I can promise you that I’ll never lie to you.” They felt kind of like big words, but Victor tended to be bluntly honest with everyone in his life, and he felt that was even more important to uphold with partners. He knew Aidan was still warming up to all of this and being so open, and Victor could see how much he was trying already. His free hand moved to stroke up Aidan’s thigh to squeeze his hip. “When you’re good, you’ll know it, and when you’re not ... I’ll make you be good.” Victor flashed him a wicked grin.
Aidan’s issue with false praise was that it watered down real praise, rendering it all basically meaningless. He’d never thought of it as lying, though now that Victor said it, he could see that was exactly what it was. Despite his many bad habits, honesty had always mattered to Aidan and it seemed more important now than ever. It was something he expected of Victor, but to hear it put out there so bluntly gave it more weight. Now it felt like a promise. “You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do,” Aidan smirked, though it felt far less cheeky with Victor’s hand still holding his dick, proof of how easy it was to control him. That wouldn’t always be the case, but he thought Victor enjoyed the challenge as much as he did. He licked his lips, his smirk growing. “I’d like to see you try though.”
Aidan was correct about that first part, and Victor thought they were on the same page about the reality of it, but Aidan’s tone was purely bratty at the moment. Which Victor found wildly attractive, of course. That smirk of his alone put warm tingles in Victor’s belly, even though he’d come less than five minutes prior. Victor gave a low little growl and dipped in to give Aidan a nibbly kiss. “Oh you’ll see more than that,” he promised, smacking Aidan’s ass a couple of times. It was a playful threat, of course -- Victor would never force anything on him that he hadn’t consented to, but ‘breaking’ the brat was part of the fun. He kissed Aidan again, more gently this time, then gave him a smile and finally released his cock. “Another shower then?” he asked. “Or I could just hose you down at the kitchen sink. Filthy boy.”
Aidan inhaled sharply through his teeth as Victor smacked his ass, nipping back through the kiss, but the upturn of his lips made his enjoyment obvious. The slight burn on his skin went straight to his cock and if he wasn’t so wrung out, he was certain it would have stirred. For once, Aidan didn’t question it—he liked what he liked, and why should it matter, so long as they were on the same page? It was an easy mindset to slip into for someone who’d rarely cared what anyone else thought in the first place. “Hose me down,” Aidan grinned back at him as he stole another kiss. “I don’t mind smelling like sex.” He didn’t want to spend the rest of the day with come on him, but he didn’t want to completely wash away Victor’s scent either and a shower would do just that.
That answer was fine by Victor, he didn’t feel like going all the way through another shower either, not just for some smears of cum. Washing up in the kitchen would be just fine. Aidan’s words made him grin, and Victor patted his ass again. “Ought to just take you out onto the grass and use the outside hose,” he murmured, the words full of affection and appreciation. Maybe it was weird to feel so warm about something that would usually be humiliating and disrespectful to other people ... well, they weren’t those people. Victor gave Aidan a little nudge to get him moving so they could both stand up, and groaned a bit as he finally stood and stretched. His body felt good and loose and relaxed, and he picked up his clothes and led the way back into the house so they could get decent again -- for however long that lasted.