One of Victor's large hands began to move. It traced a path down his side, over the dip of his waist, a slow, possessive slide that made Elias's skin prickle with renewed awareness. The journey ended at his hip, fingers splaying across the bone, thumb stroking the tense muscle of his thigh.
Elias let out a shaky breath, his body humming with a new kind of anticipation. The deep, internal pleasure of being knotted was one thing, a steady, throbbing constant. But this… this was a new thread of sensation being drawn taut.
Victor's hand slid further inward, fingers brushing through the damp, dark curls at the base of Elias's belly. Elias's heart hammered against his ribs. He was still so sensitive; every nerve ending felt like it had been lit up and left exposed.
The first touch was feather-light. Victor's fingers only brushed the length of his cock, revealing full feeling deep within and the expert tease of Victor's touch. A broken sound escaped Elias's lips, half-protest, half-plea.
