Victor's mouth claimed his again, hard enough to bruise, and Elias let him, fingers curling tighter into the alpha's shoulders until the fabric wrinkled under his grip. His glasses slid further down his nose, but he didn't care, didn't care about anything except the burn of Victor's lips and the way the bond pulsed with every sharp drag of breath between them.
Victor didn't break the kiss as he lifted Elias, setting him fully onto the desk. The wood was cool under his thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat pressing into him. Elias gasped when Victor's hands slid down his ribs, grabbing at his hips before pulling him forward against the hard line of his body.
"You're still dressed," Elias muttered against his mouth, biting Victor's lower lip hard enough to draw a growl.
Victor answered by dragging his hands down, slipping beneath the hem of Elias's shirt, palms spreading over bare skin. "Not for long."
