Look, one of his fantasies was just Sleep With Victor Nikiforov, with no further follow up to that. Victor's already doing a pretty good job of blowing most of his fantasies out of the water.
"O-Okay," he manages, and he's still tense, but he leans his head back a little bit more on Victor's shoulder, which is both sweet and a kind of a non-verbal permission of the touch. It's strange-- Victor's already seen him naked today and they'd done a fair bit of kissing that way, too, but just the brush of those fingers under his waistband is... different somehow. More sexual. Deliberate.
Does he mean what it sounds like he means, about tasting him? Surely not. Impossible. But his blood runs hot at that thought all the same. It doesn't help feeling Victor's hands already under his clothes while he's trying to take them off, but he's also not going to also wait for him to undress him, either.
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"O-Okay," he manages, and he's still tense, but he leans his head back a little bit more on Victor's shoulder, which is both sweet and a kind of a non-verbal permission of the touch. It's strange-- Victor's already seen him naked today and they'd done a fair bit of kissing that way, too, but just the brush of those fingers under his waistband is... different somehow. More sexual. Deliberate.
Does he mean what it sounds like he means, about tasting him? Surely not. Impossible. But his blood runs hot at that thought all the same. It doesn't help feeling Victor's hands already under his clothes while he's trying to take them off, but he's also not going to also wait for him to undress him, either.