I could not... possibly... look away. [Viktor speaks slowly, with an unrushed admiration to punctuate his desire fully. Yes, he wants that show. Every second of it will be enrapturing, he's sure. There's no thoughts of work, or the lab, or that the phone might right because of some emergency. There's just Brad over top of him making such promises.
He lets his fingers loosen and card out of Brad's hair so he's no longer so held in place. Viktor slumps back against the pillow to get the broadest look at the man that he can. He's happy the bruise he left is still there, a mark he could leave, not entirely fleeting. His own lips roll into his mouth, wanting more of Brad's taste to linger on his tongue. The motion stings lightly, Viktor already kiss-bruised from his own aggressive enthusiasm. He wouldn't have it another way,]
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Date: 2024-11-24 07:40 pm (UTC)He lets his fingers loosen and card out of Brad's hair so he's no longer so held in place. Viktor slumps back against the pillow to get the broadest look at the man that he can. He's happy the bruise he left is still there, a mark he could leave, not entirely fleeting. His own lips roll into his mouth, wanting more of Brad's taste to linger on his tongue. The motion stings lightly, Viktor already kiss-bruised from his own aggressive enthusiasm. He wouldn't have it another way,]