Elias's body jolted as Victor's hands dragged his pants lower, the cool air kissing heated skin. His pulse hammered, torn between panic and need, but then Victor's pheromones hit him again, thick, grounding, and threaded with absolute certainty.
Victor freed himself, his cock heavy and flushed, brushing against Elias's thigh. The slick press of precome streaked across Elias's skin as Victor shifted closer, the promise of him enough to make Elias's stomach clench.
"You're already trembling," Victor murmured, amused and reverent all at once. His hand caught Elias's jaw, forcing his gaze up until brown eyes met molten crimson. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
Elias's lips parted, defiance flickering in his gaze, but Victor's cock pressed against him, thick and demanding, sliding slowly against the cleft of his ass, smearing wet heat across sensitive skin. The words caught in Elias's throat, breaking on a ragged exhale.
"You," he muttered, helpless. "Fuck, Victor, you."
