Victor's grin didn't fade. If anything it deepened, the faint tremor of satisfaction in his chest becoming something more physical; he shifted closer until Elias's back almost touched the wall again. One arm stayed at the back of his neck, the other sliding along his side as if anchoring him in place.
"You have no idea how rare that was," he said, crimson eyes bright with a hunger that wasn't entirely predatory. "I've never let anyone touch that and stay standing. I've never even felt someone reach for it."
Elias let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Lucky me," he muttered, although his pulse still skipped under Victor's thumb. "Do I get a medal, or just more of your dramatic speeches?"
Victor ignored the jab and dipped his head until their foreheads brushed, his voice a low rumble between them. "Medal? No, training, my dear."
Elias blinked. "Training?"
