Now he sounds close, though whether it's the bite to his neck or Victor begging for him to stay, he's not sure. He's hardly thinking about it now, certainly. He's not thinking about anything right now, except for Victor's cock and how good all of this feels. It's not just a physical feeling, though the physical dominates everything every time Victor hits that spot inside him, but everything that goes with it, being pinned, the possession in his voice, being wanted, desired, claimed (worth claiming.)

There is nothing here that is terrifying.

For the first time in his life, he's understanding what it's like to be seen, met. He slides the leg not around Victor up so that he can press his foot to the bed, angle his hips upwards a little better, get Victor in that little bit deeper, a little bit better of an angle.

"Yours," he manages again, only this time it doesn't sound like it's just a word, it sounds like it's a response to Victor's words, affirmation, before he struggles out, "Close..." between his cries of pleasure.