“Good lord, Duncan,” Viktor says before leaning down on his elbows so we’re face to face, our pelvises connecting. I suck in a harsh breath at the feeling. He’s so hard and hot against me. His lavender scent is somehow even sweeter than before, bright and floral in my nose.
“Viktor,” I say with a broken moan, my head tosses back against the pillows. “Fuck, that feels incredible.Youare incredible.”
“You sweet talker,” he murmurs, running his mouth against my jaw.
“Please. Can I see you?”
“Not yet,” he says, kissing my neck. “In the morning. Right now, I want you to just enjoy this. Enjoy how good I’m making you feel. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. Fuck, Viktor. Fuck!”
I feel the way he smirks against my throat. He starts to move his hips, frotting against me. The way his cock slides against my own leaves me breathless, my body surging up to meet his thrusts.
My throat is going to be full of marks and bruises tomorrow but I don’t care. If anything, it doesn’t feel like enough. I want something more permanent. I want his mark against my skin. I want his teeth to dig in until I know that I’m his.
Viktor reaches behind himself before putting a hand between us, his hand covered in slick. My brain goes completely blank, too overwhelmed to think of anything other thanslick, mine, mate, Viktor.
“How’s that? Feel good?”
I whimper and nod my head. “So good, Viktor. So good. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please. I want to see you come.”
“You will,” he says, his face scrunching up in pleasure. “I’m already so close.”
“Me too. Please, Viktor. Come on me. Mark me.”
Viktor is the one to whine now, the noise only fanning the flame of pleasure in my gut. He sounds so desperate, the same way I’m feeling inside. It feels so good, knowing he’s feeling the same things I am. He’s just as turned on and into this as me.
His hand tightens around our cocks, stroking us up and down. My knot feels like it’s going to pop at any moment despite nothing hugging it. Even as a teenager I never popped my knot like this.
“Viktor!” I cry out as my body jolts with pleasure. I reach between us, snaking a hand down to wrap around the base of my dick, squeezing my knot. Pleasure hits me so hard I’m worried I might actually pass out.
“Fuck, Duncan. That’s it. You look so hot like this. Fuck.”
Viktor takes some of the cum from my belly, using it as lube for himself. He strokes himself quickly, his eyes never leaving my face. I watch as his eyes close and a moment later, his cum covers my belly, mixing in with my own.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything this hot before in my life.
As Viktor comes, something lights up my vision. It feels like somehow the sun has made its way into the room with us. What the hell?
Viktor collapses against me and I wrap my arms around his back, not caring about anything other than being close to him. The cum between us will stick us together but part of me is twisted enough to like that. If we stick together, then Viktor won’t leave me.
“I should get you washed up,” Viktor murmurs, running his lips against my jaw.
“I can help.”
“Let me take care of you,” he says, giving me a quick peck on the lips before jumping up out of bed. Viktor freezes, staring at the space beside me. “Shit.”
I blink, looking over at the pillow next to my head. I have to look away because for some reason, it’s glowing bright yellow.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, waving a hand in my direction. The pillow light goes out. “Side effects of really good sex,” he says with a wink before heading into the bathroom. He comes back with a towel, wiping the cum away before lying in bed with me again.
We hold each other as we quickly fall asleep.
I wake up in the morning to the sound of my phone buzzing. I gently pry myself away from Viktor’s arms, surprised we both fell asleep so thoroughly last night. I look over at Viktor, smiling softly as he sleeps.
