That Viktor can relate to the sentiment is not at all surprising given his own lived experience. And K's grateful for that shared understanding between them, even if a part of him still wishes he could be more than what he is, for Viktor.
He lightly squeezes Viktor's hips when his hands are placed there, but before he can do anything more he finds Viktor's hands covering his, then beginning to guide them. He offers no resistance, content just touching him and getting to explore his body and their heightened bond in this way.
Even more than the physical aspects, it's the emotions that he can feel through their bond that have his eyes drifting closed as he audibly exhales, seeming overwhelmed, as his own feelings of love are interwoven with Viktor's. But it's only a few moments before he's watching Viktor again, wanting to see his face, their joined hands, the way their bodies fit together. At Viktor's words, he rolls his hips upward in a languid, undemanding motion simply to enjoy the mirrored sensation of his cock sliding against Viktor's body.
"You're overdue for another massage," he murmurs, stroking one of his thumbs along Viktor's skin without otherwise moving his hands from beneath Viktor's. And while they're on the subject of fantasies...
"I've scent-marked you a lot as a cat," he continues after a moment, his smile becoming a little self-conscious. "I felt the instinct to before I even understood that's what it was. I wanted us to smell like each other." To belong to each other. (Sorry if other cats have ever avoided you because you reeked so strongly of robocat, Viktor.) "Then I started imagining what it might be like to mark you in other ways, but not as a cat..."
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He lightly squeezes Viktor's hips when his hands are placed there, but before he can do anything more he finds Viktor's hands covering his, then beginning to guide them. He offers no resistance, content just touching him and getting to explore his body and their heightened bond in this way.
Even more than the physical aspects, it's the emotions that he can feel through their bond that have his eyes drifting closed as he audibly exhales, seeming overwhelmed, as his own feelings of love are interwoven with Viktor's. But it's only a few moments before he's watching Viktor again, wanting to see his face, their joined hands, the way their bodies fit together. At Viktor's words, he rolls his hips upward in a languid, undemanding motion simply to enjoy the mirrored sensation of his cock sliding against Viktor's body.
"You're overdue for another massage," he murmurs, stroking one of his thumbs along Viktor's skin without otherwise moving his hands from beneath Viktor's. And while they're on the subject of fantasies...
"I've scent-marked you a lot as a cat," he continues after a moment, his smile becoming a little self-conscious. "I felt the instinct to before I even understood that's what it was. I wanted us to smell like each other." To belong to each other. (Sorry if other cats have ever avoided you because you reeked so strongly of robocat, Viktor.) "Then I started imagining what it might be like to mark you in other ways, but not as a cat..."