Victor's mouth trailed lower, his tongue tracing a path down Elias's chest, dipping into the hollow of his navel before continuing upward. Elias arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips as Victor's fingers found the clasp of his belt, deftly undoing it. The sound of the zipper being lowered echoed throughout the quiet room.
Elias reached for Victor, his hands tugging at the waistband of his trousers, eager to feel skin against skin. Victor helped him, shedding the rest of his clothes with a speed that belied his previous teasing slowness. He stood at the foot of the bed, naked and proud, his body a landscape of hard muscles and smooth skin.
Elias drank in the sight of him, his breath catching in his throat. Victor was a vision, a god among men, and he was all Elias's. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Victor's hip, the curve of his ass before wrapping around the length of him. Victor's eyes flared with desire, his hips bucking into Elias's touch.
