[ It's just bluster, that question. Viktor does not answer it with a yes. He does not admit to the deeply held terror that someday Light will take this from him, too. Erase their story as it has taken the color from his hair, the easy way flame and levin had once obeyed his beck and call, as it takes every scar from his skin before it can set. Will flowers grow over this, too? Will pearl white blooms blot out Hades's eyes, his mouth, his voice?
Once, he had not thought to live long enough for such things to matter. Now, time feels like something he will never have enough of. And so he would, with repetition, stitch that name upon his soul, to forbid himself from forgetting.
Rather than risk spoiling the moment saying as much, Viktor looks instead to the past for a proper answer, and finds it between kisses pressed from mouth to jaw. Breathless, matter-of-fact, he answers, ] You'll forgive me wanting to make up for lost t-time.
[ Easy enough not to get caught up in such dour thoughts when he finds himself with fingers wound around the threads of the most impassive Emet-Selch's composure. The right tug, and Viktor's sure he will unravel. It leaves him half-feral, feeling every twitch and jerk of Hades's body with the two of them flush together.
Hades struggles to give voice to what he wants, and Viktor only loves him more for it, loves to watch words fail him as he wrestles with desire. Hades has lived for years beyond counting, is sometimes so good at hiding his reactions that Viktor has wondered whether he even feels at all. He has none of that composure now, and those words, your mouth on my cock, and the rushed, exasperated kiss that chase them coax a little groan from the back of Viktor's throat.
He nods eagerly into the kiss as he considers their options, whether showing off his water breathing would be an amusing little trick or if he'd rather prove his devotion kneeling before Hades at their bed. A second later, he decides there's still fun to be had, toying with the just fraying edges of Hades's composure. He breaks their kiss, only to press another, quick, upon his lips. Viktor shifts the hand slung around Hades's back to press to his face, holding his gaze. The other eases down between his legs, thumb glancing against his shaft. ]
Where do you want me to put your cock in my mouth, Hades? [ Viktor cannot help but smile when he asks, eyes glinting in the firelight with animal focus. ] Here in the bath? On the bed? Perhaps... elsewhere?
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Once, he had not thought to live long enough for such things to matter. Now, time feels like something he will never have enough of. And so he would, with repetition, stitch that name upon his soul, to forbid himself from forgetting.
Rather than risk spoiling the moment saying as much, Viktor looks instead to the past for a proper answer, and finds it between kisses pressed from mouth to jaw. Breathless, matter-of-fact, he answers, ] You'll forgive me wanting to make up for lost t-time.
[ Easy enough not to get caught up in such dour thoughts when he finds himself with fingers wound around the threads of the most impassive Emet-Selch's composure. The right tug, and Viktor's sure he will unravel. It leaves him half-feral, feeling every twitch and jerk of Hades's body with the two of them flush together.
Hades struggles to give voice to what he wants, and Viktor only loves him more for it, loves to watch words fail him as he wrestles with desire. Hades has lived for years beyond counting, is sometimes so good at hiding his reactions that Viktor has wondered whether he even feels at all. He has none of that composure now, and those words, your mouth on my cock, and the rushed, exasperated kiss that chase them coax a little groan from the back of Viktor's throat.
He nods eagerly into the kiss as he considers their options, whether showing off his water breathing would be an amusing little trick or if he'd rather prove his devotion kneeling before Hades at their bed. A second later, he decides there's still fun to be had, toying with the just fraying edges of Hades's composure. He breaks their kiss, only to press another, quick, upon his lips. Viktor shifts the hand slung around Hades's back to press to his face, holding his gaze. The other eases down between his legs, thumb glancing against his shaft. ]
Where do you want me to put your cock in my mouth, Hades? [ Viktor cannot help but smile when he asks, eyes glinting in the firelight with animal focus. ] Here in the bath? On the bed? Perhaps... elsewhere?