Victor Bahorik (in_control) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2024-02-25 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, aidan, aidan x victor, victor |
Who: Aidan and Victor
Where: Victor's house
When: Evening, Friday, July 20
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete, Part 2
Victor approached the bed with his long fingers full of snacks for them and returned Aidan’s little smile with one of his own. “No, but pleasure and power can work up an appetite,” he answered smoothly enough. In spite of his overall confidence, the question gave him a little pop of self-consciousness. It wasn’t a bad thing to cater to and take care of lovers, but sometimes it could seem like Too Much for some casual partner who didn’t need that much aftercare ... Aidan didn’t feel like a casual partner anymore though. Plus, if fruit and water were Too Much, then they definitely weren’t going to be compatible long term, because that was just the tip of the iceberg of what Victor wanted to do for him. Victor climbed onto the bed with Aidan, still in his towel, and offered him one of the water bottles. He set the fruit container between them and pried the lid off, snagging up a grape to pop into his mouth.
“Hadn’t thought about that. Just wondering if you could read minds,” Aidan smiled before helping himself to a strawberry. It impressed him that Victor always seemed to have fresh fruit around. They tended to at home, but that was Shayna Mae’s doing. Aidan doubted he’d have anything remotely healthy in his fridge if he were to live alone. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, so… I’ll try to share,” he said with a little smirk. He didn’t know how to tell Victor how much he appreciated it without making a big deal out of it, so he found himself teasing instead. “What were you up to tonight?” He knew he’d interrupted something now, but he wasn’t sure what.
Hearing it had been so long made Victor want to hop up and make him something more substantial, but he’d just gotten comfortable and that would probably be too much. He would just make sure to feed him before Aidan left in the morning. He plucked up a piece of pineapple and nudged the container a little closer to Aidan. “Out having some drinks with friends at The Boathouse,” he answered the question, his tone casual. That group of friends tended to get together every couple of weeks, and Victor had already made it to a few of those, so Aidan hadn’t interrupted anything super important. He enjoyed his friends, but he enjoyed Aidan’s company even more these days. “You had good timing, I was just getting bored.” Victor flashed him a cheeky little smile before he sucked the pineapple from between his fingers.
Aidan knew that Victor had a life outside the time they spent together, but he hadn’t thought a lot about it beyond the magical artifact part of his job. He wondered now if these were new friends or old, if they knew Victor as a financial consultant or a witch, if they’d be appalled by Victor’s reason for leaving or curious. He assumed they didn’t know about him and that was fine with Aidan for now. He liked keeping this just between them while they were still figuring it out. “I didn’t mean to disrupt your plans,” he said with a little smile as he picked up another strawberry. “But you’re no longer bored. Or I assume you’re not,” he snickered, then popped it in his mouth. “Tell me something about you I don’t know.”
He made a negative noise as he chewed, because Aidan hadn’t disrupted anything as far as he was concerned. Victor cared about him and wanted to support him, and Aidan had needed him much more than that crowd. “That’s a safe assumption,” he answered, a little amused. He had yet to be bored for a single second they’d spent together, and he had a feeling Aidan felt the same. Victor hummed thoughtfully at the request. There was a lot that Aidan didn’t know, which made it difficult to choose one thing over another. “Let’s see ... I was on the swim teams in high school and college ... which might have been cheating a little.” He smirked faintly. “Won a few championships, I even had an Olympic recruiter come to one of my meets ... but I dropped out of it my junior year. That wasn’t what I wanted to do. Now you tell me something.” He took a strawberry for himself.
“I can totally see that. Bet you had a letter jacket and everything,” Aidan grinned. Victor seemed like the kind of guy that Aidan would’ve steered clear of in high school, but it was so fittingly Victor that Aidan liked it now, probably because it was Victor. “Is it weird that I find the cheating hot?” he chuckled. Aidan didn’t really consider it cheating, since it was all Victor’s skill in one way or another, but he knew an outsider would. And he suspected that Victor really was a skilled swimmer, even without his water magic. “I never graduated high school. I dropped out my senior year. I didn’t really like school, but I liked learning—I liked literature and chemistry. Teachers are shit at teaching history. I feel like I got more of that from books than I ever got in the classroom.”
Victor grinned a bit at the compliment over his ‘cheating.’ He wasn’t completely sure it was cheating either, since it came from his natural abilities, but he didn’t really care about the ethics of it anymore. He’d been a badass swimmer, and he’d enjoyed it for the time it had been part of his life. Now it was just for pleasure and exercise and he was good with that. What Aidan told him wasn’t terribly surprising, though part of him marveled a bit that he was so into a high school dropout. Aidan definitely was outside of his usual type of partner, that was for sure. He was so intelligent in spite of that, and what he said about teachers made Victor chuckle. “Can’t argue with that, they really are shit at it,” he agreed, grinning. “School can be total bullshit. And it hasn’t slowed you down at all, huh? Not graduating?”
“Not at all,” Aidan smiled. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do for a while, but I knew I wasn’t gonna go to college. I might’ve enjoyed the education, but you can learn a lot just by reading. That’s how I got started. Reading and experimenting. Now I produce about… 300 hundred bottles a month? Something like that.” He had all of it written down, but he liked the work better than the paperwork. He wasn’t sure when it had grown from a passion project into an actual business, since he didn’t like to look at it that way. It wasn’t work—it was a hobby that made money. “And, you know, sometimes being underestimated helps. No one expects anything of me, so I get away with everything.”
He was briefly tempted to ask Aidan if he needed any help investing that income, but Victor dismissed the urge. Mixing business with pleasure was rarely a good idea, and Aidan seemed to be doing fine with whatever he was doing now. Even if he hadn’t been, it seemed like he had a good family safety net under him. “Used to get away with everything, maybe,” Victor said, giving him a cheeky sort of smile. “The rest of the world can underestimate you, but I know better.” Aidan’s intelligence shined out to him now, even beyond the animal craftiness that made him a good thief, but Victor could see how it was often overlooked. It made him feel kind of privileged to get to see it so up close and in person. Victor ate another grape and shifted his position to lay on his side, facing Aidan with his head propped up on his hand. “Is that all you ever want to do? Or do you have other plans?”
Aidan snickered, biting the tip of his tongue as he looked back at Victor. “We’ll see,” he grinned. “I’d like to think I can still sneak one past you if I really work at it. But I also expect you to pick up on it.” That was how it was with family to some extent, but he didn’t really mess with them like he had with Victor, so even they didn’t know some of what he got up to. He’d always thought he liked it that way, but something about the way Victor saw him felt good, like he was getting closer to the real version of him, without the stereotypes or preset expectations. Sometimes he wondered why it was easier to be himself around him and he thought maybe it had something to do with how they’d initially met. In terms of first impressions, there was nowhere to go but up from there, though Aidan hadn’t been trying. He’d been more interested in trying to figure out who Victor was and every second spent with him since painted a clearer picture. Aidan’s eyes shifted to the towel around Victor’s waist as Victor moved to lay on his side, lingering on the line of hair that ran from Victor’s navel down into the towel before dragging his eyes back up to Victor’s. “I don’t know. If I go too big, it’s harder to hide. Right now it’s all underground, so there’s no regulations, no taxes, no red tape to deal with. So the thought of making it official kind of stresses me out,” he said, selecting a bite of pineapple for himself. “I’m not sure what else I would be good at, except maybe pointing out the flaws in people’s security systems.”
As long as the ‘one’ snuck past him was more like all of the notes left in his book collection and wasn’t Aidan cleaning out his valuables, Victor was happy to let him do it. The idea of his lover moving in and out of his house undetected was still tingly and hot to him, like the cat and mouse game was still afoot. He wanted to wake up to Aidan crawling into bed with him uninvited, wanted to find more little surprises left for him around the house, to know his foxy boy was thinking about him. He caught Aidan staring at his lower belly and it made him smile again faintly, a bit of warmth pooling in his groin. “You would definitely be good at that,” Victor agreed with a chuckle. “Companies pay good money for people to do that digitally, you know ... test their security. I wonder if it ever happens in meatspace. Nothing wrong with keeping your business lowkey though. Seems to be working for you. And not like you’ve got a mortgage to pay off, right?”
Aidan knew cybersecurity was bigger than physical security these days, but there was probably still a market for it if he really looked for it. So far, he’d never really found the need. He made plenty selling his liquor—enough that the breaking and entering was just for fun. “No, no mortgage,” Aidan chuckled. “Our family’s owned that land forever. The house is long paid off. We don’t have a ton of expenses. At least, I don’t think we do.” He honestly didn’t know what it cost to live a life like Victor’s, but he was sure it cost more than they could afford. Most of the time, he was fine with that. He never felt like they were in need and if there was something any of them really wanted, Aidan was sure he could come up with the money for it. “Sometimes I think I might want to travel and see some of the places I’ve read about, but I haven’t really gotten around to it yet.”
Victor wondered a bit how the O’Reilly economy worked out there, if someone else in the house made money besides Aidan. He knew Shayna Mae was an earth witch, so she likely grew a lot of their food for them, but every household had bills, didn’t they? Magical households could be different though, he knew that. Those were all intensely personal questions that weren’t his business, of course, so he wasn’t even tempted to ask. Just curious. He was also curious about what kinds of magical antiques and treasures they might have squirreled away at their place. “You should,” he answered Aidan, reaching for a slice of melon. Victor sucked on one end of it for a second before he bit it in half, chewing thoughtfully. “Travel can be life changing. I try to do it as often as I can. Where would you go first?”
“France,” Aidan said, snagging the other half of Victor’s melon from his hand and popping it in his mouth. He wasn’t sure why he did it, there was plenty of fruit between them, but it was done before he could ponder it. “Or England. Italy. Can I just say Europe?” he asked with a little laugh. He’d never expressed this interest to anyone and saying it aloud embarrassed him for some reason. “I want to see the cobblestone streets and the dark alleyways and all the places that people think might be haunted, but they’re really not, except if they are. All those old places with magic so old it’s seeped into the stone. Find a faerie ring in Ireland. Have a pint or two on the Thames. Climb the steps of Notre Dame.” He paused and selected another piece of fruit for himself. He could go on, but he was sure Victor got the point. Books had been his way of traveling, of escape, but someday he wanted to see it all with his own eyes. “Maybe someday. What’s your favorite?”
The way Aidan answered immediately with France made Victor laugh a bit, and he weirdly enjoyed the familiarity of Aidan stealing food out of his fingers. He was getting more and more comfortable, and Victor loved watching it unfold. Aidan’s description sounded like a wonderful jaunt through Europe, and Victor was already tempted to book tickets for them. He did have a job though, and Aidan had a family he couldn’t just run off and abandon while they were in crisis ... still, the urge to jet off to somewhere fabulous was pretty strong. “Well I haven’t been to all of those places, but I’ve seen some,” he said with a crooked little grin. “We went to the UK a few years back as a family, stopped in Ireland and Scotland too, and I loved it. The Scottish highlands are breathtaking, and the history in London is still so present, you can feel it. I think you’d enjoy it. My absolute favorite has to be Iceland though, it’s unbelievably gorgeous. I’d love to dip you in a hot spring.” Victor grinned at him a bit and reached for another grape.
“For some reason, when you say it like that, I picture you holding me between your fingers and dipping me into the hot spring,” Aidan said with a little laugh. It was a ridiculous image, where Victor was a giant; he had to be in order to hold Aidan like that. “Are the hot springs in Iceland like public pools or private bathing spots?” he asked, digging into the pretzels as he tried to shift the image in his head to something a bit more realistic. “I don’t know how I forgot about Ireland. We’ve got some family lines back there on my dad’s side and I’d love to see it. I’ve heard it’s beautiful.” He knew most guys his age might not be into seeing the countryside, but Aidan’s connection with nature had always been a bit more intense than his peers. He could tell he and Victor were probably on the same page though, and he wondered what it might be like to travel with him. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but it was impossible to keep his mind from going there.
Victor got the same sort of cartoonish vision in his head and he snickered as he chewed. There were some kinky fantasies around that big of a size difference, weren’t there? Not in Victor’s head, really, but on the internet. He’d seen some weird stuff out there that made people horny. “Ireland is a must-see, especially if you’ve got roots there,” he replied with a nod. His own family’s heritage was more in eastern Europe, but Victor hadn’t gotten to see that part of the world yet. “And the springs in Iceland are kinda both? Like they’ve built up around some of them to make whole spa complexes, other hot springs are just untouched out in the landscape, you can find ‘em all over. I’ve only been in a couple of them, but they were fantastic.” His trip to Iceland had felt far too brief ... which only served as inspiration to go back again! And maybe take Aidan. And extend the trip to Europe too. It was far too soon to be planning that kind of vacation together, but Victor couldn’t deny the desire.
While he wasn’t sure it qualified as a kink, Aidan had found himself enjoying the height difference between them. He wouldn’t have been into it in extremes, but he liked the way he felt looking up to Victor—exposed, maybe vulnerable, but also defiant, though he realized that last one was all in his head, backed up by his smart mouth and a willful gaze. “I’ve never set foot in a spa,” Aidan said, unable to imagine doing so. “But I could totally get behind the ones that are just out in nature, assuming there’s some privacy. Or, at least, as much as your backyard,” he snickered. His eyes swept over Victor as he imagined how easy it would be to go from enjoying a dip in the hot springs, with the water and steam all around them, to somehow desecrating a sacred location. It wasn’t at all appropriate, but he let his mind go there anyways. Since hooking up with Victor, less things seemed forbidden and there was nothing wrong with a little fantasy.
He got another fun mental image of Adian at a spa, wrapped up in a white robe with his hair in a towel and cucumber slices on his eyes while someone gave him a pedicure. It made Victor titter a bit, but in the right spa with the right company ... maybe he would even like it. Aidan didn’t strike him as a guy who’d had a lot of pampering in his life. It made Victor want to take him to high end places just to see what he thought of them, and to get a taste of how ‘the other half’ lived, so to speak. Venturing out into the wilds with him was just as appealing though, and Victor took that as a good sign. “We’ll find some privacy wherever we go, I imagine,” he murmured as he gazed warmly at Aidan. He liked how it felt to be looked at by him, those fleeting glances that still seemed furtive sometimes, like Aidan didn’t think he ought to stare. Victor wouldn’t have minded if he did, but he still enjoyed the lingering shyness. He loosened his towel a bit but kept his junk covered for now. “If you ever want company on your travels, that is,” Victor added with a faint half-smile. “No pressure, of course.”
“I don’t need much,” Aidan snickered softly. “Privacy, that is.” Aidan was well aware of that towel and how little it was covering, as well as how easily it could be removed. As discrete as Victor had been in loosening it, Aidan’s heartbeat still sped up, momentarily distracted by the mere possibility of Victor’s nudity. It made Aidan’s nudity feel even more apparent—it had felt presumptuous to crawl into Victor’s bed with nothing on, even if he’d been certain it was the way to go. “Lack of company’s one of the main reasons I haven’t gone,” he said. “That and a lack of passport.” He was sure his family would go with him if he’d expressed an interest to them, but he wasn’t sure if they’d enjoy it. Plus, he kind of wanted a different viewpoint, someone who might see things the way he did. It was too early to make such plans, but he could see Victor being an incredible travel partner.
Victor much preferred traveling with a lover or completely alone over going with family. Navigating everyone's wants and preferences and egos was exhausting. At least in his experience. It didn't sound like Aidan had ever really been away from home in the first place. Maybe it would be good for him to take a long distance break from his family sometime soon, to see a bit more of who he was without them. Every trip was a learning experience. “Well the passport is pretty easy, and I think we've got the first part covered...” Victor smiled at him and plucked up another grape from the fruit container. He lifted it to Aidan's lips instead of his own, his eyelids drooping a bit. Part of him wanted to add some caveat, an "if we get that far” type of statement ... but who was he kidding? He was only getting deeper into this.
Aidan could feel that they were both skirting the same issue, that they weren’t far enough along in whatever this was to make these kinds of plans, but he could feel it in his gut that that’s where this was going. If he wanted it. If they wanted it. It was the ‘they’ that made him nervous, that he didn’t know if Victor felt the pull as strongly as he did. Aidan didn’t want to go too far down that road only to find he was walking alone, but he also didn’t want to stand still. It felt good to give in, to draw closer to someone, especially someone who seemed to understand him the way Victor did. He could feel the subtle shift in mood when Victor offered him the fruit, and he let his lips slide over Victor’s fingers as he took it from him, nipping at his thumb before he could pull it away.
He was very much along for the ride in whatever direction this was going ... it had been a long time since Victor had felt such natural chemistry with someone. He never would have guessed it would come in this particular form, Aidan definitely didn’t fit into his usual type, but he was just as hooked in to see how it went. Victor felt even more of that tingling magnetism at the sensation of Aidan’s lips and teeth on his fingers. The tingles in his lower belly made his cock stir under the towel, and he drew in a deep breath through his nose. Victor brought his hand back to his own face to give the tips of his thumb and fingers a suck, his gaze still on Aidan. They’d warmed up and rested and hydrated and had a bit of a snack, and now his more carnal appetite was starting to come back. “You’re a tease,” he murmured, one corner of his mouth turned up.
Aidan watched as Victor sucked any remaining juice off his fingers, desire beginning to ramp up again. It felt like a constant thing with Victor, a carnal craving that he could only feed and never quench. Not that he wanted to. If he’d had any intention of going to bed without starting something up again, he wouldn’t have crawled into Victor’s bed completely nude. Victor’s comment earned a low laugh in response, Aidan’s teeth cutting into his bottom lip as he bit back a grin. “Maybe,” he smirked, lids low as he considered Victor. “Depends on your definition.” A tease, in Aidan’s mind, was someone who flirted, played like they might give in to the recipient's wanton desires, then pulled away, leaving the other person hanging. When it came to Victor, Aidan might play games, but it was all in fun and he would never intentionally leave him unsatisfied. But Victor didn’t know that. They were still making the rules. “Would you hate it if I was?”
It had been a playful accusation, and Victor was glad Aidan seemed to take it as intended. He wasn’t the bad kind of tease, he was a fun kind of tease, and so far Victor very much enjoyed ‘making’ him do things. “I wouldn’t allow it,” he answered smoothly. Victor moved the fruit container from between them to the nightstand, then shifted his body closer to Aidan’s. He knew and he hoped Aidan knew that he would never really violate his consent on purpose ... they were still establishing their boundaries, but he felt like he had enough of a read on Aidan now that he would know if he crossed them for real. The rest was play. The towel around his waist pulled away as he moved, and Victor paid it no mind as he reached to slide his hand over Aidan’s hip and up to his ribs. “You think I’d let you leave me high and dry?” he purred, his long fingers dancing over his boy’s skin.
Aidan snorted softly at Victor’s response, amused that Victor might have any say in his behavior. Just being told that Victor wouldn’t allow it made Aidan want to test his limits, to see how far he could take things before Victor took things into his own hands. He understood that Victor wouldn’t truly force him to do anything, that they were just playing now and all he had to do was say the word and Victor would stop, just like he hoped Victor knew he wouldn’t really leave him hanging, no matter what he said. “You have once, haven’t you?” Aidan murmured, a little smirk playing on his lips as he recalled that night. He’d been so tempted to stay and the fact that he hadn’t had resulted in a dozen different fantasies of what might have happened if he had. “You pressed me up against your wall. Made me paint it before letting me leave.”
Being reminded of that night gave Victor even more heat in his core and tingles in his groin. What an insanely sexually charged encounter that had been. At least on his end. But look at all it had led to. “Mmm, that was your freebie,” Victor murmured, one corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk. “That’s the dealer’s business model, right? First taste is free?” He slid that light touch around to run it slowly up and down Aidan’s back, close enough to feel his warmth but still resisting pressing their bodies together. The slow teasing ramp up was part of the appeal, especially since Aidan had already emptied his balls once tonight. Victor wanted him hungry and eager for more pleasure again. “And it worked, didn’t it ... you came back.” He drifted his fingers over Aidan’s shoulder and up the side of his neck.
“I did come back.” Aidan inhaled deeply through his nose as his eyes fluttered shut, his determination not to touch Victor dwindling by the second. That light touch was damning, causing his cock to thicken as goosebumps spread across his skin. He might be covered from the waist down, but he was sure Victor could sense his arousal anyways. “You’re like a drug,” he said softly, eyes opening to sweep down his body, lingering at his crotch. He spent an awful lot of time thinking about Victor’s dick for a guy that had considered himself straight a month ago. “Probably shouldn’t have given me a hit before collecting payment,” he snickered, mildly proud that his brain could function well enough to come up with an analogy while Victor was touching him.
The arousal was written all over Aidan's face as far as Victor was concerned, and the vibe in the air was thick and warm. He didn't need the visual evidence. Victor smiled briefly as he lightly traced the curve of Aidan's ear, appreciating how overheated it felt. "That's the idea -- now you're hooked,” he said as he kept toying with sensitive skin. Victor didn't think he'd turned Aidan gay or anything, he didn't think such a thing was really possible. He’d just introduced Aidan to part of himself he hadn't discovered yet, that was all. He was having a fantastic time exploring it with him. "And don't think you're getting anything for free, I'm getting plenty back,” he added with a touch of amusement. Victor shifted his long frame an inch closer. He slid his fingers back through the side of Aidan's hair. "Did you cut this yourself?”
Aidan would’ve laughed at the idea that Victor could’ve turned him. He was notoriously stubborn, always had been, and wouldn’t have even let Victor touch him if he hadn’t been at least the smallest bit curious about what it might lead to. He’d have never thought it would lead to this, but that didn’t mean he was disappointed. Quite the opposite, this was the best thing that had ever come from a botched job by far. “You could never make me give something I didn’t want to,” he whispered, and it was both a challenge and an acknowledgment. If Victor was taking, it was because Aidan was letting him, and so far loving every second of it. Even the light touches to his ear were managing to turn him on, and though he felt hyper fixated on the places where Victor touched him, he swore he could feel the warmth of Victor’s body just a breath away from his own. “Yeah,” he answered with a little laugh as Victor’s fingers threaded through his hair. “Fucked it up this time. Misplaced aggression. It’s almost too short.”
He was completely right about the first part -- this was a mutual understanding, or it was nothing. Actually, either it was consensual or it was totally unethical and assault, so worse than nothing. So it was always good to hear that Aidan was on that same page and didn’t feel coerced by any of this. Not to mention, from another angle it was a bratty thing to say, and they were both obviously into that. Victor hummed softly as he fingered Aidan’s hair, far too able to picture him with a pair of scissors, full of rage and taking it out on his own head. “I can fix it for you,” he offered in a murmur. “Even it back out a bit.” It wasn’t a criticism of Aidan’s looks, more of a sensual scene in his head, the vulnerable intimacy of being trusted by someone to cut their hair, being so close and caring. Maybe in the morning though, he definitely wasn’t eager to get out of bed for anything. Victor’s hand slid back to gently squeeze the back of Aidan’s neck. “If you want, of course ... it looks kind of punk rock right now.” He smiled a little, pulling Aidan close enough to brush their noses together.
Aidan’s teeth scraped across his bottom lip as he considered Victor’s offer. It might have sounded practical, but there was an intimacy to it that Aidan didn’t think was imagined on his part. He hadn’t trusted someone else to cut his hair in years, had stopped cutting it as an act of mourning and rebellion, but Victor couldn’t know that and now wasn’t the appropriate time to share. His eyes fell shut as Victor’s hand moved to the back of his neck, enjoying the squeeze, then opened as he smiled softly. “I’d like that,” he murmured, fingers brushing brightly across Victor’s chest as their noses brushed. His cock stirred, brushing against Victor’s thigh, and Aidan tipped his forehead against Victor’s. “Just not too short.” He looked considerably younger if his hair was shorter, especially if he shaved. Victor might be into it, but it made Aidan feel more vulnerable than he liked.
“Not too short,” Victor promised softly, his thumb rubbing firmly against the big muscle in the back of Aidan’s neck. He had yet to see Aidan with short hair, of course, but Victor imagined it wouldn’t really suit him. There was a wildness in his longer hair that fit him very well. His own aesthetic was very different, but maybe that was part of the appeal. Their connection was raw and genuine in spite of their differences, they saw each other through all that surface shit. That was how Victor felt about it, anyway. He felt the tantalizing touch of Aidan’s cock and shifted his leg in toward it, pressing against the growing hardness. “That didn’t take long,” he murmured, a smirk crossing his lips. He moved his thumb to press against the bottom of Aidan’s jaw to tilt his face up. Victor was dying to kiss him, but he held back on it for another moment, just staying close enough to feel Aidan’s breath on his lips.
Without friction, Aidan might have been able to calm himself back down, but Victor’s thigh pressing against him only made his cock swell further and that wasn’t really a bad thing. He was impressed he’d held out as long as he had, considering their state of undress. The only thing holding him back was his desire not to be desperate when he’d already come once. If Victor wanted him babbling and begging, he was going to have to work for it. “Can you blame me?” Aidan snickered, teeth scraping over his bottom lip as he looked up at Victor. His lips were so close he could almost taste his kiss, but he kept that space between them, wondering at his own restraint. “You never said I couldn’t have more,” he murmured, the fingers on Victor’s chest moving down, over his stomach, eventually tracing that tantalizing line from his hip to his groin.
Victor didn’t have any particular desire to make Aidan beg at the moment, he was enjoying the vibe they had right then, the mutual teasing and a slow burn. His arousal had relaxed since being out in the storm they’d created, but it was surging back strong, and the light slide of Aidan’s finger against sensitive skin made Victor’s dick jump and swell. He drew in a deep breath, his gaze crawling over the close-up view of Aidan’s eyes. He really was beautiful, it was crazy now to think Victor probably would have completely overlooked him if Aidan hadn’t invaded his home. What a way to start a love affair. Or a sensual affair, whatever this was. Victor didn’t know yet, he just knew it felt really good. “I don’t think I could deny you even if I wanted to,” he whispered back and wet his lips. Still holding onto the back of Aidan’s neck, he broke the stalemate and moved to brush their mouths together, gently catching Aidan’s bottom lip between his teeth before he kissed him properly.
Aidan’s eyes closed as Victor’s lips met his, a feeling of finally rippling down his body, radiating waves of pleasure at the simple connection. The words took a second to sink in, his body properly distracted, and even then he found them hard to comprehend. In the trail of hookups he’d left behind him, Aidan had only known selfish lovers, chasing their own release before anything else. Victor had already proven that he cared about Aidan’s pleasure, that he’d put his own desires aside if necessary, which was a statement in and of itself. But if Victor meant what he said, then all Aidan had to do was ask. It felt unfathomable to be wanted that much and Aidan felt his neck flush in response, glad their eyes were closed. He was reading too much into it, but it all happened in a flash, and the moment Victor’s teeth nipped at his bottom lip he was drawn into the kiss, unable to think about much more than how good Victor felt against him. He knew these things, found himself craving them, yet was still shocked at how much he enjoyed the flat plane of Victor’s chest against his own, or the hard muscle of Victor’s thigh pressing between his legs. And, most of all, there was the evidence of Victor’s arousal swelling against his hip. If Victor could initiate the kiss, then Aidan could return that with a touch, his fingers lightly stroking up Victor’s shaft. He never thought he’d be so taken with another man’s cock, but there he was, eager for an excuse to touch, tease, and taste.
Victor’s mind was much more quiet, all of the normal chatter dying down to a low hum, his worries and stress melting down into a buttery puddle. It was almost like being in a meditative state, but one that felt like fire in his core. The light touches of Aidan’s fingers only stoked that fire, and Victor’s hips rocked slowly, his body seeking more pressure and touching even though he wasn’t in a rush. Half the fun was in the journey, right? They had all kinds of time, and Aidan was correct that he wasn’t just thinking about his own needs. Victor had plenty of experience being a selfish lover in his past, but getting into BDSM for real had shifted his perspective. Aidan’s pleasure was his own, so far he loved everything about giving it to him, and toying with it was immensely satisfying to his more dominant nature. He didn’t see the point in carrying on an affair that both parties weren’t fully enjoying. He hummed a sound of encouragement into the kiss, nudging his cock against Aidan’s hand while he kissed him deeper.
Aidan knew his touch was light, almost too light, and his lips turned up when he felt Victor’s dick move in an attempt to encourage him. The bratty thing to do would be to pull away completely, but Aidan wanted to touch him right then, and so he’d have to find another way to play. His hand wrapped around him more firmly, stroking, feeling, swirling around the crown before sliding down the shaft. He’d never been one to compare one man’s junk to another, but he was sure Victor was bigger than him, harder to swallow, and, gods, he still had trouble believing he could possibly fit inside him. But he was silky smooth, like velvet over steel, and Aidan could see how it would feel so much better than Victor’s fingers. The amount of time he’d spent thinking about that in the last few days, even in his mood, was not lost on him. Aidan toyed with him until he was sure Victor was fully erect, then moved his hand lower to gently fondle Victor’s balls. Did he like that? Aidan thought he did, and though the kissing and the touching was almost all consuming, he tried to pay attention, wanting to know the best ways to pleasure the man who gave him so much in return.
He did like it, as he liked all of the stroking and gentle groping. The way Aidan explored him was always hot, like there was still something new and novel about it. For him there probably was, even though he was well acquainted with Victor's cock by now. He had started exploring his sexuality with both genders around the same time -- Victor had always known what he was -- so his development had been different, but he remembered how exciting those first times had been. He hoped Aidan felt the same rush. He certainly felt excited, if the hot hardon pressed against Victor's thigh was any indication. He increased the pressure on it as encouragement, a soft groan caught in his throat as a pearly drop of precum leaked out of the tip of his own cock. Victor fantasized about fucking Aidan on a very regular basis now, but somehow the waiting was sweet too. There was a steady ache deep inside of him, and all of the pleasure by other means only took the edge off. It was going to be explosive when it did happen, he knew that for a fact. Until then, he was enjoying the slow burn. Victor trailed his light touch over Aidan's hip to brush his fingertips along the side of his shaft to tease him back.
The slow burn was new to Aidan and he was finding he enjoyed it as much as he was frustrated by it. His body always wanted to speed towards the finish line, sometimes to his own detriment, but he was learning that taking his time in getting there could be just as good, and might even make his orgasm better. It helped in this case that he wasn’t feeling quite as desperate, and that made it easier to tease and explore, at least as long as Victor was passive, which he didn’t really expect to last long. Nor did he want it to—he was quickly learning that he liked being with a more dominant partner. Aidan moaned softly as Victor’s thigh pressed against his cock, momentarily distracted and tempted to grind against him. A deep breath steadied him and he grinned as his thumb swiped across the top of Victor’s cock, gathering the precum there. Knowing Victor was watching, he broke the kiss and sucked his thumb clean. “What do you want to do with me?” he asked softly.
Victor’s eyes cracked open in time to see Aidan’s thumb disappear between his lips, and more heat surged through his core. Aidan was quickly learning just how to drive him wild. Victor grunted as he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, his hips rocking for more skin to skin contact now that Aidan’s hand had left his cock. “What I want to do is turn you around and bury myself in your ass,” he murmured, slipping his hand further between them to wrap it around Aidan’s cock for a firm squeeze. Victor loved how hard and needy he felt, even after what had seemed like a pretty damn good orgasm outside. He shifted his leg to give himself a bit more room to stroke Aidan, dipping in to press a couple of kisses against his jaw. “But I’ll take your mouth instead,” he added, since he was pretty sure Aidan wasn’t ready for the other option quite yet. He nipped at the hollow of Aidan’s throat, then pulled back enough to kiss his lips again.
Aidan wanted that so bad that just hearing it sent a shiver down his spine and he absolutely hated the hesitation that came with it. He’d never stopped to question losing his virginity, jumping at the first available opportunity, but he thought that was pretty normal for most guys. Being on the other side of it, worrying that it might hurt or that he might not like it, was annoying as fuck, especially when he knew that people wouldn’t continue to do it if it wasn’t any good. Victor had already shown him the kind of pleasure he could get from it, he just had to work up the nerve to ask for it. And he knew he had to ask for it. If he’d learned one thing about Victor, it was that he wouldn’t pressure him into something he wasn’t ready for. But maybe if he asked nicely… “Ask me again in the morning,” he murmured, groaning as he pressed himself into Victor’s hand. The little nip at his throat earned a soft gasp and then he was kissing Victor again, whispering against his lips, unwilling to stop and speak properly. “Ask me when I’m desperate. When you’ve got your fingers up my ass and I know… I know your cock would be better.” His hand found Victor’s cock again and he squeezed it for emphasis.
The desperation Victor could hear in that answer made his cock throb fiercely, and it was even more tempting to force the issue and give it to Aidan now. Victor knew what he was doing, he was confident that he could make Aidan’s first time virtually pain free, but every body was different, and if he wasn’t ready that tension would show up in his body. Victor wanted him gagging for it, so being told exactly when the best time would be was a gift. Maybe he wouldn’t actually do it the next morning, just to keep him on his toes, but the scenario in which he wanted to be pushed sounded perfect. His cock would be infinitely better than his fingers and they both seemed to know it, but Victor understood about Aidan needing to be in the right frame of mind. He hummed some sound of acknowledgement as his tongue delved deep into Aidan’s mouth again, teasing and caressing while Victor stroked his cock. He let them stay there for another few moments, basking in the making out and how reactive Aidan’s dick was to everything. Once his impatience grew too much, Victor broke the kiss and reached for Aidan’s wrist to pull his hand away from Victor’s cock and guide it to his own. “Keep stroking,” he murmured before he shifted his position, pushing himself up and higher on the bed. He ended up half-sitting up against the plush pillows, his cock much closer to Aidan’s head. “Suck me,” he breathed.
As someone who’d never had to put what he wanted into words, Aidan felt like he’d come a long way in a short period of time. Mind blowing sex was apparently all the incentive he needed. He didn’t have to be smooth about it; he could be crude and direct that seemed good enough, or maybe even better if Victor was anything like him. While never explicitly stated, he thought that might be the case. They kissed until Aidan was breathless and then Victor was guiding his hand back to his own cock while he repositioned himself. “So bossy,” Aidan murmured as he kicked the sheets down, ensuring that Victor could see all of him, then leaned in to take Victor’s cock into his mouth. It immediately became a balancing game as Aidan took a moment to figure out which hand to stroke with and which to support himself with so he could properly suck Victor off without falling face first on his dick. He snickered at how sloppy he was, then finally found his rhythm, his focus more on Victor than himself. He could stroke himself on autopilot, but if he was going to suck Victor’s cock, he wanted it to be good.
Victor loved explicitness -- not only was it hot to hear someone say exactly what they wanted using dirty words, it took all of the guesswork out of it. He was pretty intuitive but he wasn’t a mind reader, and he loved having a clear direction to go in. It was exciting to help someone explore their desires for the first time. Especially when that someone gave back just as good as he got. Victor even enjoyed how unbalanced he seemed for a moment, until he found his position, and he stroked his fingers through Aidan’s messy, uneven hair. A low groan escaped him as Aidan’s mouth found his cock, pleasure-heat rolling through his lower belly. Fuck, that felt good. Victor let his head fall back against the headboard, gazing down at what Aidan was doing with heavy-lidded eyes and his bottom lip caught in his teeth. “If your ass is half as good as that mouth,” he mumbled. His breath hitched when Aidan’s tongue passed over his sensitive head. “It’s gonna be hard not to come immediately.”
Aidan was almost embarrassed at how much he liked sucking Victor’s cock. He liked the way he smelled, the natural musk that clung to him, even when he’d recently showered. He liked the way he tasted. He liked the way he filled his mouth, the way it could overwhelm him, driving every other thought away. But most of all, he liked the responses he could wring out of Victor with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Every groan and gasp were his doing and he tried to memorize the motions so he could repeat them. He’d never taken the time to learn someone else’s body before, but now that he’d been given the chance, his curiosity knew no bounds. “My ass has had no practice,” he smirked, watching Victor’s expression as he pressed the flat of his tongue over the head of his cock again. Practice or not, he doubted he could train his ass to do anything. “I’d offer to distract you,” he murmured, giving Victor’s hip a little pinch. “But something tells me I’ll be a bit preoccupied.”
“Mm, we’ll train it right up,” Victor murmured, fingers flexing in Aidan’s hair. Giving good blowjobs took more skill than taking a cock, that usually just took patience and a lot of lube. Victor was going to be thrilled to guide him through it, whenever it happened. He had no doubt Aidan was going to love it -- he would make damn sure it was a good experience. There could be a lot of complicated and unexpected feelings around it, he knew from his own journey, and he was already committed to giving Aidan all the aftercare he might need. He made Victor feel wild with lust and the burning desire to dominate him, but he also pushed all of his caretaking buttons too. It was a heady combination. “You need to get preoccupied right now,” he added with a lazy smirk. He arched his hips to nudge his cock against Aidan’s lips in a not-so-subtle demand for more attention. He had that restless feeling in his body that said there should be less talking and more sucking going on.
Aidan paused briefly at the suggestion that his ass could be trained, raising a brow and giving Victor a look of incredulity. If they weren’t already in the middle of something, he would’ve voiced his opinion on the matter, but he’d much rather get back to getting Victor off. He could ask questions later. Apparently Victor felt the same, though the demand was met with a dramatic eyeroll from Aidan before he wrapped his lips around Victor’s cock and got back to work. Even as he swallowed him down, he couldn’t quite hide his smirk, though it faded as he got lost in his work, licking and sucking, taking more of Victor in with each bob of his head. He wasn’t sure if Victor’s praise was just lip service or not, but he wanted to give as good as he got. He might not have a lot of experience in this department, but he was a fast learner, quietly eager to please, and he’d already determined he had one of the best teachers he could ask for.
He paid no mind to the skeptical look -- Aidan had no real concept of what his ass was capable of, and the best way to learn was through experience. The bratty rolling eyes made Victor want to smack him, in the most erotic way. That hot aggression was laced with so much lust and affection, he wouldn't have been able to explain it to anyone who wasn't wired the same way. For most people it would've been a bad feeling, but the dom in Victor loved it. It felt like a clenchy sensation in his body for the moment, and his legs shifted a bit restlessly as Aidan got to work on him. Victor's hands flexed in Aidan's hair and he let out a low groan as heated pleasure spread through his gut. He'd certainly learned fast, and everything he was doing felt so fucking good already.
Aidan had the feeling that Victor had reined in some of his rougher dominant tendencies since discovering Aidan’s lack of experience with it, something he appreciated as much as it frustrated him. He wanted to see him in full form, for Victor to be as open with him as he’d tried to be with Victor, but there was also the knowledge that it might be too much, too fast for someone who wasn’t used to it. But then he thought back to the way Victor had pinned him against the wall, to when he’d relentlessly fucked his face, and how much he’d enjoyed it. Somehow he doubted Victor could scare him off. Even that time he’d smacked him had been hot, though he couldn’t explain why. As Victor’s hand flexed in his hair, and Victor’s cock filled his mouth as his own throbbed between his legs, Aidan was glad no one was asking why. The only answer he had at the moment was that it felt fucking fantastic, and that had to be reason enough. He took Victor deeper, watching him through his lashes, breathing him in as he overwhelmed his senses. The world began to fade away as the driving need to please him took over; there wasn’t room for anything else.
Things feeling fucking fantastic was reason enough, if you asked Victor. If everybody involved was informed and on board, what else mattered? He had been putting the brakes on some of his more sadistic impulses, not just for the sake of Aidan’s inexperience, but because he wanted to lay more of a groundwork between them first. There was something about this that felt like more than just having a fuckbuddy with good chemistry. Victor wanted to take care of it. At the moment it felt more like he was being taken care of, and it was fucking delicious. He could feel Aidan’s real enthusiasm for what he was doing, like he was enjoying it almost as much as Victor was, and it made every lick feel ten times better. “Fuck that feels so good,” he whispered, staring down at Aidan’s mouth sliding up and down his shaft. It made his heart skip a beat to see how hungry he was for it. He held Aidan’s hair tighter, tugging a bit on the strands as he urged him to go faster.
Aidan knew this was something more than a casual fuck. He’d known it when he was leaving notes in Victor’s books and, if that wasn’t enough, he was sure of it once Victor helped him create a rage storm to blow off some steam. As unconventional as their relationship was, Aidan felt a stronger connection to Victor than he’d ever felt to another person. He wanted to feed it, see if it continued to flourish, even if he had no real idea of how to do that. But he had good instincts and his ability to read the room had rarely let him down. Victor had taken care of him and now he wanted to do the same. It came easy to him, easier than he would have ever expected, in large part because he enjoyed doing it. He enjoyed sucking cock, specifically Victor’s cock, and the tighter hold on his hair encouraged him as much as the praise did. He moaned around him and then sped up, his eyes falling shut as he worked Victor faster, eager for a taste of him, while his own cock hung hard and forgotten in his other hand.
Victor had intended for Aidan to keep playing with and teasing himself until he was desperate to come too, but now he was thoroughly distracted and he’d forgotten about it too. All he could think about was how hot and slick and tight Aidan’s mouth felt around his cock, those swipes of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure singing up his spine. Almost every breath was starting to come out as a moan as that delicious pressure built. Victor felt close already, which didn’t often happen to him with blowjobs. Aidan just got him all riled up. Victor’s abs and hips were tense as he rode it out for as long as he could, lost in the haze of greedy pleasure, his eyes drifting closed now and then. “God, Aidan,” he groaned after a while, his fingers flexing tighter in Aidan’s hair. Victor’s hips started to rock with more purpose, his body getting more desperate for release. “I wanna fill your mouth up so bad ... you wanna taste my cum?”
It was rare for Aidan’s lovers to say his name during sex, though he normally forgot theirs shortly after, so he really couldn’t blame them. It made him unprepared for the way it felt to hear it from Victor, dripping with lust, filled with encouragement. Victor, who he wanted like he’d never wanted anyone else. A wave of pleasure rolled through him and he groaned as his cock twitched and his toes curled. He opened his eyes to look up at him, reluctant to take his mouth off Victor when he thought the answer was obvious. “What do you think?” he gasped, voice rough and deep. He took a moment to swipe his tongue up the length of Victor’s cock from base to tip before he was back on it again, sucking with intent, eager to taste. He knew that might not be the answer Victor wanted, but he couldn’t always help what came out of his mouth when he was with him and attempting to restrain himself didn’t feel appropriate.
He got a flash of frustration when Aidan pulled his mouth off of him, both physically and from the bratty response, but it felt so weirdly good in the moment. It made Victor want to hurt him, a quick little punishment they would both enjoy, and he did pull at Aidan’s hair a bit harder but left it at that, because damn if that licking didn’t feel good too. The tiny break pushed his climax back a bit, but Aidan’s mouth brought him right back to the edge in no time once he started sucking again. Victor moaned and shivered, cursing softly under his breath as his balls throbbed with need. Unable to maintain his patience any longer, Victor gripped Aidan’s head tight and started pumping his hips, taking over the pacing to race his pleasure to the peak. It only took another moment or two, then he was shuddering and gasping as his cock jerked and pulsed against Aidan’s tongue. The intense rush of pleasure made it hard to remember to let his boy breathe.
While breathing was important, it became an afterthought for Aidan as Victor took hold of him and began to fuck his face. He gagged and swallowed, took more than he thought he could and then some, his hands clinging to Victor’s hips like some kind of lifeline. Thought faded away as instinct took over, his desire to let Victor use him a truly visceral reaction. It might have only lasted a moment or two, but it was long enough to leave his mouth feeling wonderfully ravaged by the time Victor’s cum splashed across his tongue. He choked, then swallowed, sucking down every last drop, even as his eyes began to water. It amazed him how much he enjoyed every single element of the experience, even the parts he couldn’t imagine inflicting on someone else. Aidan let Victor’s cock slip from his mouth as he began to soften, and laid his cheek on Victor’s hip as he fought to catch his breath. He was coming down from a high as much as Victor was, a different sort that he hadn’t even known existed until meeting him.
Victor could feel the submission in Aidan’s body as he slipped further into that sort of headspace. It was hard to be consciously aware of much except the overpowering pleasure of his orgasm, but the trained dom in him could recognize the way Aidan relaxed into it, no part of him resisting being used in such a way. It was sexy as fuck. As his body unclenched, Victor’s fingers loosened in Aidan’s hair to become a caress again. He loved the way he leaned on him, how both of their bodies seemed to sink into the mattress. Victor just laid there and breathed with him for a moment, then suddenly wanted Aidan closer. He stirred slightly and gave Aidan’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Come here,” Victor whispered. “I want to kiss you.”
There were needs Aidan had that he didn’t know how to voice, cravings that had nothing to do with dick, and he might have stuffed them down and ignored them if it wasn’t for Victor’s gentle hands and soft voice, calling him up to his side. Aidan crawled up the bed and curled around Victor, pressing their bodies close as he looked up to him for a kiss. He hesitated only a second, aware of how wrecked he was, the taste of Victor still on his tongue, but he needed it. He needed that kiss more than anything else at the moment, a silent reminder that he was wanted and cared for beyond being used. It was too complicated and complex for him to sort out, but kissing Victor felt right, and he poured himself into it, giving him everything.
He would’ve been able to name it for Aidan if he’d asked -- sub drop and aftercare. But they didn’t really need words at the moment, the feelings were clear enough to Victor. He kept one arm curled around Aidan’s shoulders, the other hand moving to cup the side of his face just before their lips met. He needed to give the reassurance just as much as Aidan needed to receive it, wanting to make it clear in a physical way that there were only certain times he would get rough and demanding like that, and he valued the way Aidan responded to all of it. Victor kissed him tenderly and deep, not minding the salty taste of himself on Aidan’s tongue at all. It only enhanced that warm glow he felt in his core. Victor only stopped touching his face long enough to pull the blanket up over both of them without breaking the kiss. He only gave a little space when they both needed to breathe, and moved his mouth to slowly kiss Aidan’s cheek and jaw.
Aidan had read about sub drops, but his only experience with them up until then was with a rather drastic and obvious one. This one was much more mild, manageable enough that he didn’t even consider it. It also helped that Victor’s response chased away any insecurities before they could truly take root. Aidan’s racing heart began to settle and his kisses became lazy as his hold on Victor loosened. His hands roamed lightly over Victor’s skin and, when Victor’s lips moved to his jaw, his eyes stayed shut and he exhaled deeply. His fingers threaded lightly through Victor’s hair, his need to touch just as strong as his need to be touched. “I like this,” he murmured. “After.” He knew his cock was still hard, but for the first time he could ever recall, he was fine with it staying that way. He just wanted to stay in Victor’s arms a little longer.
It was blissful to just sink into the warm afterglow, soaking up Aidan’s soft roaming touch and the smell of his skin. There was no sense of pulling back that so often happened with casual partners, Victor still felt fully in the moment with Aidan. He slid his hand down Aidan’s side and flank, enjoying the gentle curve of his hip and thigh. Victor could feel the extra heat and hardness of his erection, but Aidan wasn’t asking for more, so he just planned to leave it for the moment. There were other needs to meet now. “Me too,” he breathed, nuzzling in the soft hollow at the back of Aidan’s jaw before planting a tiny kiss on his earlobe. “Especially with you.” This thing between them was growing rapidly and while Victor knew it could still crash and burn pretty spectacularly, he saw no good reason to hold back on expressing how he was feeling. This sort of dynamic needed radical honesty, and he felt like he was getting that with Aidan, so he couldn’t be stingy with it.
They were few words, only a handful, but they soothed a fear Aidan didn’t even realize he had until it was gone with another exhale. He didn’t want to ask for too much, didn’t want to come across as clingy, and would have pulled back if Victor asked it of him, even though this felt right in every way. He’d never hung around like this with anyone else, had never even wanted to, but Victor pushed all the right buttons. Maybe it was always like this for Victor, who was far more experienced in both sex and relationships than he was, but hearing that something about this was special made his heart flutter. Maybe it was just lip service, but Aidan didn’t think so. Honesty was a cornerstone of their relationship, something Aidan knew even if it went unsaid. His hand moved out of Victor’s hair and onto his shoulder, fingers drifting down his arm. He loved having the freedom to touch him like this, to explore his body, just as Victor explored his. “You make me breakfast in the morning?” he asked softly, his eyes beginning to feel heavy.
Victor’s experiences with kink and hookups were as varied as the people he explored them with, but none of them had ever felt quite like this. He’d only felt a similar spark a few times when he’d actually been interested in a relationship with someone, but he couldn’t remember it ever being so intense. Aidan had crashed into his life in such an unusual way and had tugged at strings Victor hadn’t even been aware of, and he was eager to pursue whatever this could become. Aidan was special, and Victor wanted to find out if they were compatible on a deeper level than just fun kinky sex and playing literary games together. “Am I going to devour you again when you wake up? Definitely yes,” he murmured back, a smirk crossing his lips. All of the soft touching was so soothing, and his own body was getting that loose, drowsy sensation. Victor gave his joke a soft chuckle, then added, “Of course. I’ll feed you anytime.”
Aidan snickered, stealing a kiss off those smirking lips, then nipping at them for the joke. He fully expected Victor to take advantage of him in the morning—he’d be disappointed if he didn’t. Sleeping nude in his bed, he encouraged it, but appreciated that Victor hadn’t seen that as an open invitation from the beginning. It was something to feel out, learning each other’s boundaries, what they liked and what they didn’t. For Aidan it extended beyond the bedroom, though he didn’t mind in the least that they kept ending up there. Tonight was a surprise, completely unexpected for him; he hadn’t thought his mood could be lifted enough to end up there. Victor continued to surprise him. “Someday I’ll make you something,” he murmured, his mind drifting over the possibilities. “Just maybe not food.”
“I look forward to it,” Victor purred, nuzzling their noses together a bit. He was absolutely sure that Aidan could surprise him with something wonderful, and it was kind of exciting to have no idea what to expect. He was willing to take anything his boy wanted to give. Usually Victor could see things coming in a relationship a mile away, it wasn’t difficult to figure his partners out, but this was a wonderfully unique situation for him and he was very much enjoying seeing it unfold. Even though he hadn’t predicted anything that had happened that night, he was glad that Aidan felt better, and he’d had a part in it. It hadn’t solved anything about his brother’s situation, but Victor was happy he’d been able to take his mind off of it for a while. “Just wake me if you’re up early and bored,” he murmured before pressing another soft kiss against Aidan’s lips.
Aidan had ideas and they ranged from the mundane to the magical, but none of them were going to happen right then and there, so he let them go for now. It was a project for another time, hopefully something that Victor enjoyed, or at least found interesting. Aidan wasn’t usually one to give gifts, but he found he wanted to share more of himself with Victor than most other people. He wanted to hold his attention the way Victor held his. That he had it now, for so little, was astounding to him. Aidan closed his eyes as the kiss lingered, not sure if he would open them again. He’d never slept this close to someone, breathing the same air, but he didn’t want to move. “I will if you will,” he muttered, kissing Victor again, nose brushing against his as sleep began to embrace him.