As Viktor continues guiding their hands over his body, K begins to imbue a hint of actual magic into his touch, warming his hands using his elemental ability until they're just hot enough to make Viktor's skin — and his lips, when he kisses K's palm — tingle pleasantly. Something he only dares do because of the precise control he has over his abilities.
Even overlooking the effects of their bond, he hasn't experienced anything quite like this before. No racing to orgasm, just physical intimacy for its own sake; a complete experience in and of itself. It wouldn't have occurred to him before this that anyone could want this with him. He's as much a victim of socialisation as anyone, only he hadn't been socialised as a man or even as a person, but as a tool that only exists to be used. A finely crafted weapon. Certainly not something — someone — deserving of this care, consideration, or love that Viktor's showing him. And he's soaking it up as though he might never get to experience it again.
"With my mouth." Using his hand that's near Viktor's collarbone, and taking care not to dislodge Viktor's hand, he brushes his fingertips against Viktor's throat. "On your neck. Or one of your thighs," he adds, a shadow of wistful longing passing over his face before he smiles. "Or both places..."
Whether or not the fantasised about love bites would be in areas others could potentially see, just the knowledge that they're there on Viktor's skin would give K a thrill.
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Even overlooking the effects of their bond, he hasn't experienced anything quite like this before. No racing to orgasm, just physical intimacy for its own sake; a complete experience in and of itself. It wouldn't have occurred to him before this that anyone could want this with him. He's as much a victim of socialisation as anyone, only he hadn't been socialised as a man or even as a person, but as a tool that only exists to be used. A finely crafted weapon. Certainly not something — someone — deserving of this care, consideration, or love that Viktor's showing him. And he's soaking it up as though he might never get to experience it again.
"With my mouth." Using his hand that's near Viktor's collarbone, and taking care not to dislodge Viktor's hand, he brushes his fingertips against Viktor's throat. "On your neck. Or one of your thighs," he adds, a shadow of wistful longing passing over his face before he smiles. "Or both places..."
Whether or not the fantasised about love bites would be in areas others could potentially see, just the knowledge that they're there on Viktor's skin would give K a thrill.