Victor's mouth claimed him again, hotter, hungrier, until Elias gasped into the kiss, back arching against the cushions. The blanket twisted down to his waist, forgotten. Victor's hand at his hip slid lower, palm spreading over his thigh, fingers curling possessively until Elias parted his legs without thinking.
The sound Victor made vibrated straight through him. "That's it," he murmured against Elias's mouth, lips brushing, teasing, promising. "You know what I want."
The hand on his thigh slid upward, slowly tracing heat through the thin fabric of his trousers until Elias's hips jerked. His breath fractured, harsh against Victor's mouth. "Victor…"
Victor hummed low, dangerous and indulgent, and pressed his palm firmly against the growing hardness between Elias's legs. "Yes. Say it like that."
