[ Oh, how Viktor loves his little moments, delicious comfit bits of insight and experience, made all the more delectable for how fleeting they are. And here, now, he is spoiled for them. A hitch of breath, a hesitation, the stubborn mote of resistance fizzling before the heat of want, and then the inevitable, impossible slowness of much longed for indulgence. Viktor watches, rapt, as Emet-Selch obeys his guiding palm, studies each minute change in so stern an expression, savors every ilm of what sits beneath his thighs when he finally settles. Knowing, certain, unresevedly, that this, that he, that Hades is his.
And in the next moment, he laughs, delighted. ]
I thought the star held no m-mysteries for the most eminent Emet-Selch? [ He grins as he slides fingers between strands of platinum hair, moving a few out of those firefly eyes, unable to stop himself from feeling, memorizing now that he's been given permission. The other hand busies itself studying the starburst scar that sits beneath his heart, as though repetition might make a muscle memory of its shape upon his fingertips. ] Can't even figure the pattern of when I'm wearing s-skivvies. Hm. You need to look closer.
[ A breath, shallow, excited when they move. He shuts his eyes, slender fingers threading further into Hades's hair, encouraging diligent exploration of sensitive skin. His ears twitch, almost ticklish, under a feather light touch. And Viktor remains, as ever, all motion. Not shy at all about directing Emet-Selch to linger against one stretch of skin, not quiet when he lands somewhere he likes, sure of what attentions he enjoys most. ]
Here. [ He murmurs when Emet-Selch's mouth finds the point where his throat dips and pulse roars, urging with a press of his palm for him to lavish attention there. But the focus is fleeting. Fingers drag down the length of his spine and he arches into the movement, stretching to draw the journey longer. ]
My...? [ Another chuckle, all air, a little sheepish. Viktor tips his chin down, lower lip caught between his teeth to bite down on a smile, embarrassment plain. ] I- I-
[ But he needn't be embarrassed. Not with Hades. And so, he starts, quiet, careful, not wanting to stutter too much. ]
You, working late on something terribly important. And I- I stop by and I am... a horrible distraction. But one that you cannot- do not want to resist, though you do try. [ Viktor's grin bends, crooked, liking this vantage point - gazing down at him. Easier to call to mind the exact fantasy he had replayed so, so many times when the faintest hint of a smile from Emet-Selch had felt like water in a drought, when the thought of thinking that at all burned his face with shame. Easier to find the confidence to recount his daydream at all. ] And so, instead of sending me away, you- push things aside. Papers. Bottles. S-set me upon your desk and slowly peel me out of my clothes.
[ He curls his fingers around the edges of Emet-Selch's towel. ]
You t-touch me, k-kiss me, every ilm. Ravenous. You part my thighs, press in, and- [ A soft sigh, euphoric. His hips shift, and though he feels mortification pooling at the high point of his sternum, he cannot look away. ] -you taste. You eat. You- [ Viktor hesitates, voice gone soft. ] -you savor.
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And in the next moment, he laughs, delighted. ]
I thought the star held no m-mysteries for the most eminent Emet-Selch? [ He grins as he slides fingers between strands of platinum hair, moving a few out of those firefly eyes, unable to stop himself from feeling, memorizing now that he's been given permission. The other hand busies itself studying the starburst scar that sits beneath his heart, as though repetition might make a muscle memory of its shape upon his fingertips. ] Can't even figure the pattern of when I'm wearing s-skivvies. Hm. You need to look closer.
[ A breath, shallow, excited when they move. He shuts his eyes, slender fingers threading further into Hades's hair, encouraging diligent exploration of sensitive skin. His ears twitch, almost ticklish, under a feather light touch. And Viktor remains, as ever, all motion. Not shy at all about directing Emet-Selch to linger against one stretch of skin, not quiet when he lands somewhere he likes, sure of what attentions he enjoys most. ]
Here. [ He murmurs when Emet-Selch's mouth finds the point where his throat dips and pulse roars, urging with a press of his palm for him to lavish attention there. But the focus is fleeting. Fingers drag down the length of his spine and he arches into the movement, stretching to draw the journey longer. ]
My...? [ Another chuckle, all air, a little sheepish. Viktor tips his chin down, lower lip caught between his teeth to bite down on a smile, embarrassment plain. ] I- I-
[ But he needn't be embarrassed. Not with Hades. And so, he starts, quiet, careful, not wanting to stutter too much. ]
You, working late on something terribly important. And I- I stop by and I am... a horrible distraction. But one that you cannot- do not want to resist, though you do try. [ Viktor's grin bends, crooked, liking this vantage point - gazing down at him. Easier to call to mind the exact fantasy he had replayed so, so many times when the faintest hint of a smile from Emet-Selch had felt like water in a drought, when the thought of thinking that at all burned his face with shame. Easier to find the confidence to recount his daydream at all. ] And so, instead of sending me away, you- push things aside. Papers. Bottles. S-set me upon your desk and slowly peel me out of my clothes.
[ He curls his fingers around the edges of Emet-Selch's towel. ]
You t-touch me, k-kiss me, every ilm. Ravenous. You part my thighs, press in, and- [ A soft sigh, euphoric. His hips shift, and though he feels mortification pooling at the high point of his sternum, he cannot look away. ] -you taste. You eat. You- [ Viktor hesitates, voice gone soft. ] -you savor.