Victor's tongue swept into his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. One hand slid down his side, over the thin fabric of his sleep shirt, mapping the curve of his hip. The low thrum in Elias's blood ignited into a feverish blaze.
The clothes were a frustrating barrier. Victor's movements were swift and rushed with his own need. His own shirt was discarded, then Elias's, the fabric tossed into the shadows by the bed. The sight of Victor's bare chest, pale and sculpted in the moonlight, made Elias's mouth go dry. Then Victor's hands were at his waistband, pushing the soft sleep pants down his legs. The cool air hit Elias's overheated skin, and he shuddered.
Victor stilled for a moment, his gaze traveling down Elias's body. His eyes darkened, the crimson deepening to near black. "Look at you," he breathed, his voice full of raw hunger. He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to Elias's sternum, his tongue flicking over a nipple, making Elias jolt and cry out.
