Viktor’s lips quirk up into a little smile before he’s leaning up and kissing my lips. My eyes clench shut and my hands grab at the front of his jacket.
Oh.
This is everything I hoped it would be while also being so much more. My head goes blissfully blank as Viktor’s lips press firmly against my own. It’s chaste and soft and downright perfect. No other kiss could ever compare to this one.
Except maybe Viktor’s second kiss. And his third.
Before I realize what’s happened, we’re making out against the door, our hands running over each other’s bodies. Viktor gets his hands into my tux jacket, carefully pulling it away from my shoulders and onto the floor. Then he gets to work on the buttons of my dress shirt, not breaking the kiss.
Gods, he’s so good. I’m so overwhelmed all I can do is hold on for dear life and hope Viktor isn’t annoyed at how inexperienced I am. Just like at the ball though, he’s gentle and kind. He loosens my tie and pulls it away from my body along with my shirt.
Finally, he pulls back. His eyes are on me, looking over my chest now that it’s bare for him.
“Jesus, Duncan,” he says, his voice husky and breathless from our kisses. “Fuck.”
I’m breathing so hard someone would think I just ran a marathon instead of made out with someone. I let my head fall back against the door, doing my best to keep myself calm. Wandering hands touch my belly, running up my chest. Gods, this all feels so fucking good.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” Viktor says, his hands stopping at my shoulders. “Tell me to stop and we’ll just get into bed and snuggle. Tell me to stop and you can leave right out that door.” I finally open my eyes, staring down at Viktor. “But if you don’t tell me to stop then I’m going to get both of us naked and then I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”
I whimper. I fuckingwhimperat his words.
“Yeah, okay,” I say, unable to say anything else.
Viktor gets to work on getting me out of my pants, his mouth hot and wet against the underside of my jaw. My cock hurts with how hard it is. Once I’m down to just my boxers, Viktor leans back, admiring the mark he’s just left against my skin.
“Fuck, Duncan. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I shake my head, my eyes wide because what does he mean? Doesn’t he see that I’m the one submitting to him? Doesn’t he see that he’s the one turningmeon, not the other way around?
Viktor takes my wrist and brings my hand to his pants. He wraps my hand around his cock and oh my gods, it’s so hard, just like mine.
“This is what you do to me.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I blurt out, my cheeks hot.
“The noises you make when I kiss you here,” he says, running his thumb over my jaw. “The way you push your hips into me, desperate for friction. The way you kiss me. The way you let me take the lead. Gods, Duncan. You really have no idea, do you?”
“I’m uhh, I…” my voice trails off, my cheeks flaming so hot I’m worried my mask could catch fire. “I’m getting an idea.”
“Good,” Viktor breathes out, cupping my face. “I want you so desperately.”
“I want you too,” I get out before Viktor is kissing me again. This time, I do my best to start undressing Viktor. His hands join me and quickly, we’re both down to our boxers.
Viktor pulls me away from the door, moving us over to the bed. When my legs hit the bed, he pushes me down, grinning down at me.
“Gods, you look so good all sprawled out like that. I want to kiss every inch of you.”
“Then do it,” I say, reaching a hand out for him. He smirks and fuck, he’s so sexy. His body is lean and strong, I want to run my hands over every inch of his pale skin and leave marks against it with my teeth. For the first time tonight, I desperately want him to pull his mask off. I want to actually see his face. I want to know what Viktor looks like.
“Not tonight,” he says, slipping his boxers down and off. “I don’t think either of us can handle taking things slow. Next time we’ll take our time.”
“Next time?”
“Yes. Next time.”
“Okay,” I say softly, my stomach flipping somersaults inside me. I like the sound of that. I want it so desperately it aches.
Viktor grabs my boxers and slides them down my legs, tosses them on the ground somewhere for me to find later. I don’t carebecause now we’re both naked. I can feel his eyes on me and my cock gives a little twitch under the attention. I’d be embarrassed if I didn’t know Viktor was just as turned on as I am.
