"No." Said just a touch too insistently. Yes, turning around would make a lot of this easier in the long run — but Xander was willing to suffer a few more aches and pains to see Viktor's face for the duration of their time together. "You are perfect like this."
Once he was settled, he hooked his arm under Viktor's head so he could loop it around and get to his scalp with ease. But first, he had to lube up his other hand — and did so as carefully as possible, with a few drops of lubricant splattering onto Viktor's shoulder.
"Mm. Sorry " he murmured apologetically, corked the vial, and then dropped it where he hoped it wouldn't roll too far if he needed it again. His fingers fully coated, he slid his hand between them and between Viktor's leg, gently nudging it up to hook over Xander's thigh so he could spread a little wider. "Just like that." Said encouragingly. "I'm going to put one finger in first," and with that warning, he gently pressed his middle finger between Viktor's cheeks, teasing the hole with a few tentative swirls, the tip just pressing against him so he could feel it. His other hand had since sank into his hair to knead his scalp.
Viktor's eyes widen slightly at the insistence- and then he smiles to himself, small but warm. Even if Xander was just talking about the positioning, hearing you are perfect from his lips makes him feel incredible.
He watches with fascination as Xander applies the lubricant- essential in any mechanism where friction needs to be reduced, even where the human body is concerned, apparently. He's unperturbed as some of it gets on him, not even wiping it off- much worse substances end up on his skin all the time. It smells better than any lubricant he's worked with before.
Thankfully, his good leg is on top, so it hitches up over Xander without issue, and Viktor shifts to be slightly closer. He lays his arm over Xander's shoulder, hand clasping the back of his neck. He looks into his eyes, feeling connected.
"Alright," he murmurs, and instinctively holds his breath without realizing. Xander's finger is gentle, and as he feels the other hand in his hair, he remembers that the prerogative is to relax. He takes a deep breath- or as deep as he can manage with limited lung capacity, and closes his eyes. He focuses on the sensations those skilled fingers are providing, taking in this brand new experience. He realizes that he trusts Xander completely with this, so there isn't any reason to be afraid.
He takes stock of his muscles, and noting they're more relaxed, says quietly, "Go ahead."
He was a moment away from telling Viktor to take a few deep breaths, but his partner seemed to catch on soon enough that relaxing while holding his breath might be a little difficult. He smiled at him when their eyes met, offering more soft words of encouragement through the process.
When he gave the go ahead, Xander slipped his finger in slowly, letting him get used to the sensation before moving it around — then back and forth, careful and always aware of the way he moved or any sounds of discomfort he might have made. His cock twitched between their bellies, that deep need still boiling hot, but just as ignored as before.
Leaving Viktor's mouth free to protest if he needed to was important — but he was smart. If he needed him to stop at any point, he would tell him either way. So Xander leaned in and pressed their lips together. A true testament to his ability to multitask while working him open, stroking his hair, and kissing him.
Viktor focuses on his breathing and the hand on his scalp as Xander enters him. It is a strange sensation, but it's not painful.
As his finger probes deeper and starts to move, there are the beginnings of pleasure, especially as he tickles one particular spot. Viktor's mouth falls agape and he presses their foreheads together, and then Xander is kissing him again. He makes a soft noise into his mouth and starts to tangle his fingers into his hair. He briefly considers touching his cock again, but the slight graze of it against his stomach tells him it's still ready to go, and he doesn't want Xander to get overwhelmed while he's... Working on this. He decides he'll do it shortly, since Xander will need to be lubricated there anyway.
In any case, Viktor is definitely relaxing now. His tongue reaches languidly into Xander's mouth and his hips start to rock ever so slightly as he cards his fingers through his partner's hair.
Viktor wasn't the only one that liked having his hair played with. So when those fingers slid along his scalp, Xander exhaled a blissful sigh through his nose as they kissed, his tongue delving deep while his finger did the same elsewhere. A second digit was added with the verbal and physical encouragement; scissoring them apart to spread him a little wider. Impatience was brimming in the doctor now that all the blood had rushed to his dick, but he pushed through. They had to do this right.
"We need some of the lubricant on me." He said once he seemed content with the progress made. He slowly pulled his fingers back so he could reach around and snatch up the vial again, clearly intent on doing it himself if Viktor did not stop him.
There is some minor discomfort in the stretch, but that pleasure still comes in small doses from inside, and the sensitive rim. It intrigues Viktor, making him curious for more. His breath hitches a couple of times, gets a little more laboured as he gets more aroused by it.
Viktor huffs an exhale as Xander removes his fingers. As his partner grabs the vial again, Viktor places a hand over his, stopping him.
"Allow me."
He uncorks the vial and spreads some oil on his flesh hand, generously, then re-corks and places it nearby. Reaching down, he grasps Xander's cock again. It's still so hard... He strokes it a few times, exhaling audibly again as he imagines the girth of this inside him. It's intimidating, but also exciting.
He relinquished the vial easily and shifted just enough for Viktor to grasp his cock fully. Flesh met the warm, throbbing length of him, and for the second time that night, the doctor worried he would come before he actually had the chance to feel him. What mercy that he didn’t with how Viktor stroked him.
Between the touch and the kiss, Xander was dizzy. He blearily reached down to grasp his cock himself and line up with Viktor's (hopefully fully prepped) hole, letting the lubed head press in slowly just as Xander set their foreheads together again, his breathing already ragged from the slowly enveloping warmth. "Deep... breath." He instructed — perhaps for the both of them in that moment. "Relax."
Viktor watches Xander's face as he touches him, still amazed by the immense effect he can have on his lover.
As Xander takes hold of himself, he shifts closer one more time, threading his top arm under Xander's and pressing his hand against his back, where his heart is. His other hand cradles his face as he does as instructed, breathing in as deeply as his riddled lungs will allow. It takes concentration, which serves to distract him from any nerves he still has.
As Xander gets halfway in, Viktor's jaw drops open to exhale a sort of ah sound- but it's clearly a good sound, one of surprise and pleasure. He shifts his hip angle and his leg as much as he can to allow Xander deeper inside him.
There are a few moments of stillness and heavy breaths as he adjusts.
"Alright," he murmurs with a tiny nod, a cue to continue the experiment. The anticipation is killing him.
Once he was set inside him, Xander aided in the shift of Viktor's leg by hooking his hand under his thigh and tugging gently, holding there, fingers digging in; flexing when he eased in further. Again — perhaps it was a mercy he was not youthful and full of energy, because that taste of warmth and tightness may have just driven him insane. All he wanted to do was thrust away until he could no longer.
Instead, because they were both fragile and this needed to be done correctly, Xander hilted in him, stayed there until Viktor gave him the go ahead, and then started to ease back so he could begin the slow, rhythmic motion of his hips. He closed his eyes, inhaling deep, and exhaling shallow moans. "You feel incredible." As he assumed he would.
As Xander pulls his leg up further and presses deeper, he exhales another soft sound. He feels so wonderfully full. He can't believe someone is... Inside of him. He also cant believe one of the most incredible people he's ever met wanted to do this with him. He tries to keep his breath even, but as Xander begins to move, it hitches loudly instead.
"Oh," he whispers. There is some slight unpleasantness in the friction and stretching that remains, but much stronger is the pleasure that emanates from somewhere deep inside him as Xander fills him up.
"Oh..." The sudden euphoria catches him off-guard, making him weak. All of his muscles relax, melting into his partner. A third thrust brings a higher-pitched, whimpered moan. Waves of pleasure wrack through his body, and at once he cannot believe he went so many years without allowing himself to feel something like this. Frankly, it's mind-blowing, and they haven't even reached climax yet.
Viktor's arm half-uselessly grips at Xander's shoulder and tries to pull himself closer, his eyes closed as their foreheads still press together.
"Please, don't stop..." He kisses him messily, unable to coordinate his movements quite right in the onslaught of pleasure, but it's passionate nonetheless.
He almost stopped with that first whisper. But the one that followed seemed to suggest more pleasure than shock or discomfort, so Xander kept moving, finding a rhythm that would not overexert either of them.
The feeling of Viktor comfortably sinking into him, tension vanishing, was almost as incredible as the warmth that came from being pressed inside him over and over again. That the man trusted him so much to do this with him — that he was the first to feel him like this — was an honor beyond measure.
"I won't." He assured him between those sloppy kisses. He dug his fingers into Viktor's hair; into the meat of his thigh. "I won't... last much longer, I fear."
They are undoubtedly sounds of pleasure that only seem to be mounting in intensity. His hand slips under Xander's neck to clasp the back of it, to thread his metal fingers into thick dark hair.
"I won't, either," Viktor admits. It's a guess, based on how rapidly- exponentially- the feelings are mounting. His own cock is now rock-hard and dribbling precome, and he reaches down to grasp it, urging his orgasm along to be in time with Xander's.
And oh, wow, does that bring him closer to the edge. There is such heat between them now, such incredible intimacy Viktor has never known the likes of before. It's wonderful, and it's a little terrifying, but still, he trusts this man. He daresay he would trust him with his life, and this is arguably lower stakes than that.
That trust allows Viktor to lose himself, to shut his rational brain off and just feel.
"Ah, Xa--..." He's breathless, unable to form a coherent word at this point.
Any restraint that remained was lost not long after he spoke the words. His unraveling helped along by the feeling of Viktor's fingers against the back of his neck and winding in his hair.
He wished he had more hands to help urge his partner along, but the feeling of him stroking himself between them was hardly something he would think to complain about either.
The incomplete sentence was more than Xander could even consider as he continued his thrusting — erratic and off-kilter now; as quick as he could manage with the knowledge that his hips might ache something fierce in the morning. It would all be worth it, though, for that absolute bliss he was about to share with Viktor. He sheathed his cock fully inside him, the telltale shuddering of his body followed by the intense heat of his release. Nails dug into Viktor's thigh; shaking, whining moans exhaled against his ear for the entirety of his orgasm.
The increase in speed pulls Viktor apart. His fingers dig into the back of Xander's skull as a violent orgasm rips through him. The euphoria is absolutely blinding. His mouth falls open, eyes shut, loudly exhaling his complete overwhelm in a desperate moan. He feels himself at once filled with Xander's hot come, and spilling his own in thick ropes that land on both of their abdomens.
It's as though a knot of tension and repression that has been guarded and maintained for years has not been untied, but instead ripped apart from the inside by an explosion. He would feel entirely untethered, were it not for Xander holding him close, digging his nails into his flesh, moaning into his ear. As soon as he comes down, he feels safe, placated, acutely aware of the man he is with. He has the surreal epiphany that this is the closest he has ever been physically to another human being, save when he was literally a part of his mother's body, and he cannot take this act back. Something in him has irrevocably changed- he now knows an experience he cannot un-know. That realization would be terrifying were it not for the sense of utter calm and bliss that post-orgasm affords him.
And it would be terrifying, if this weren't the right person to be so close to. But Xander is the right person, this he just knows somewhere deep in his soul.
He loosens his grip, going still in his lover's embrace, allowing that serene feeling to seep into his bones. Into both of their bones. Then, he kisses Xander, more softly now but just as certain.
Viktor's grip loosened, but Xander's remained strong despite his instinctive urge to sink into the sheets and sleep after he came down from the high of his release. Still pressed inside the other man even as his cock softened, the doctor slowly released Viktor's leg to let it rest, then adjusted his hold to wrap both arms around him and pull him close. He felt the tremors between them — felt the warm, sticky release that would, eventually, need to be cleaned up, but was a very distant concern for the time being.
He kissed him back, his eyelids heavy, struggling to remain open enough to look at him.
"You're all right?" Maybe that was another obvious question, but he had to ask.
Viktor wraps his arms around his partner just as snugly, placing his flesh hand on Xander's upper back to feel his breathing and make sure it's alright.
"I could not be better," he murmurs into his lover's ear. "That was... Incredible."
Incredible doesn't begin to cover it, but it suffices enough for right now.
"Not as physically taxing as I was expecting. You made smart choices. Though, I don't know how I could have expected any less." His lip quirks up.
There was a faint hint of a wheeze, but nothing worth fretting over. Xander exhaled a contented little sigh that was punctuated with a soft laugh.
"I am glad you enjoyed yourself so thoroughly." He replied, already heated cheeks growing a little more red. "I am sure we will feel some aches in the morning, but nothing we can't handle. You felt amazing."
Viktor's lungs mirror that wheeze, though it's only slightly louder than the one that is always present for him.
"I always thought..." He murmurs very quietly, "That sex would be keenly embarrassing, or too difficult and awkward for me to manage, and would remind me of how my body is different..."
He'd felt that way with Rolan sometimes, comparing his own ailing frame to Rolan's healthy, strong one.
"But I did not feel that way at all, with you. Thank you." He kisses Xander's cheek, combing his hair back again with his fingertips. It's a relief, frankly, to just feel... Normal. To feel so alike to someone that disabilities such as theirs are not a big deal.
"Well it usually is embarrassing the first time, and the fumbling about, the not knowing what the other person likes..." he laughed softly, recalling his first time and how distinctly awkward it had been. "But I'm glad it was not so this time."
He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch like a contented cat, his hand rubbing gently up and down Viktor's back. "Your body is beautiful, and you were amazing. I am glad you were willing to do this with me tonight."
"Perhaps it's simply a testament to your experience, then." Viktor absolutely would have fumbled a lot if he was with a partner who also didn't know what they were doing. He wonders if Xander knew what he would probably enjoy because of that experience, if it was a coincidence, or if Viktor would enjoy just about anything so long as it was Xander he was doing it with.
His fingertips continue to run along the side of his scalp, from front to back. His cheeks heat up as Xander calls his body beautiful- it's hard to believe, but a nice thing to hear nonetheless. He pulls back enough to look at him, gazing, taking in his features as though regarding a piece of art. His fingertips move to trace the contours of his partner's face.
"You are beautiful," he declares, with a caress of his cheek.
He had experience enough to know what he liked — it just so happened that Viktor enjoyed every suggestion he made. Xander was not going to complain when he knew he made the man's first time so enjoyable. It was what Viktor deserved, after all.
With the soft stroking of his hair and the pleasant weight that hit post-orgasm, Xander had his eyes shut until he felt his partner's gaze upon him, eyelids fluttering open just enough to look back at him; his smile soft. "That means the world, coming from you." Because Viktor wouldn't just say that if he didn't mean it.
He definitely wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. In this moment, Xander feels like a discovery, a breakthrough, as significant as any of his scientific or magical feats, if not more.
He gazes at him adoringly for another moment, then kisses his cheek with a small laugh.
"Beautiful and sleepy. I think I can handle the clean up, if you would like to relax."
"Are you certain?" His grip on him tightened just a little, not willing to give him up yet. "I can will myself awake a little longer, if you need assistance."
"I'll be fine, Xander." He kisses his partner's cheek, then realizes-- he's still inside him. Hm.
Nonetheless, he eases back slowly, allowing Xander to slip out. It feels quite strange, the slipping, and the now being empty. He moves to sit on the edge of his bed, looking down at the mess he made of himself and Xander. He takes his crutch and stands, limping to the attached bathroom, careful not to trip on his own foot, as he is wont to do when not wearing his brace. His bare metal foot makes a clanking sound each time it hits the floor.
He runs a cloth under warm water and uses it to wipe himself off, then thoroughly rises it out and brings it back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed again to gently wipe Xander clean.
"All right. Thank you, dear..." and maybe the endearment slipped out without him thinking too much about it. Xander wouldn't have time to think about it afterwards either, however, because as soon as Viktor meandered off, exhaustion overtook him, and despite his valiant efforts, Xander fell asleep.
When Viktor returned, the doctor unconsciously reacted, hand reaching for him the moment he finished cleaning him off.
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Once he was settled, he hooked his arm under Viktor's head so he could loop it around and get to his scalp with ease. But first, he had to lube up his other hand — and did so as carefully as possible, with a few drops of lubricant splattering onto Viktor's shoulder.
"Mm. Sorry " he murmured apologetically, corked the vial, and then dropped it where he hoped it wouldn't roll too far if he needed it again. His fingers fully coated, he slid his hand between them and between Viktor's leg, gently nudging it up to hook over Xander's thigh so he could spread a little wider. "Just like that." Said encouragingly. "I'm going to put one finger in first," and with that warning, he gently pressed his middle finger between Viktor's cheeks, teasing the hole with a few tentative swirls, the tip just pressing against him so he could feel it. His other hand had since sank into his hair to knead his scalp.
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He watches with fascination as Xander applies the lubricant- essential in any mechanism where friction needs to be reduced, even where the human body is concerned, apparently. He's unperturbed as some of it gets on him, not even wiping it off- much worse substances end up on his skin all the time. It smells better than any lubricant he's worked with before.
Thankfully, his good leg is on top, so it hitches up over Xander without issue, and Viktor shifts to be slightly closer. He lays his arm over Xander's shoulder, hand clasping the back of his neck. He looks into his eyes, feeling connected.
"Alright," he murmurs, and instinctively holds his breath without realizing. Xander's finger is gentle, and as he feels the other hand in his hair, he remembers that the prerogative is to relax. He takes a deep breath- or as deep as he can manage with limited lung capacity, and closes his eyes. He focuses on the sensations those skilled fingers are providing, taking in this brand new experience. He realizes that he trusts Xander completely with this, so there isn't any reason to be afraid.
He takes stock of his muscles, and noting they're more relaxed, says quietly, "Go ahead."
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When he gave the go ahead, Xander slipped his finger in slowly, letting him get used to the sensation before moving it around — then back and forth, careful and always aware of the way he moved or any sounds of discomfort he might have made. His cock twitched between their bellies, that deep need still boiling hot, but just as ignored as before.
Leaving Viktor's mouth free to protest if he needed to was important — but he was smart. If he needed him to stop at any point, he would tell him either way. So Xander leaned in and pressed their lips together. A true testament to his ability to multitask while working him open, stroking his hair, and kissing him.
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As his finger probes deeper and starts to move, there are the beginnings of pleasure, especially as he tickles one particular spot. Viktor's mouth falls agape and he presses their foreheads together, and then Xander is kissing him again. He makes a soft noise into his mouth and starts to tangle his fingers into his hair. He briefly considers touching his cock again, but the slight graze of it against his stomach tells him it's still ready to go, and he doesn't want Xander to get overwhelmed while he's... Working on this. He decides he'll do it shortly, since Xander will need to be lubricated there anyway.
In any case, Viktor is definitely relaxing now. His tongue reaches languidly into Xander's mouth and his hips start to rock ever so slightly as he cards his fingers through his partner's hair.
"Keep going," he murmurs.
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"We need some of the lubricant on me." He said once he seemed content with the progress made. He slowly pulled his fingers back so he could reach around and snatch up the vial again, clearly intent on doing it himself if Viktor did not stop him.
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Viktor huffs an exhale as Xander removes his fingers. As his partner grabs the vial again, Viktor places a hand over his, stopping him.
"Allow me."
He uncorks the vial and spreads some oil on his flesh hand, generously, then re-corks and places it nearby. Reaching down, he grasps Xander's cock again. It's still so hard... He strokes it a few times, exhaling audibly again as he imagines the girth of this inside him. It's intimidating, but also exciting.
He kisses Xander again, deeply.
"I'm ready."
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Between the touch and the kiss, Xander was dizzy. He blearily reached down to grasp his cock himself and line up with Viktor's (hopefully fully prepped) hole, letting the lubed head press in slowly just as Xander set their foreheads together again, his breathing already ragged from the slowly enveloping warmth. "Deep... breath." He instructed — perhaps for the both of them in that moment. "Relax."
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As Xander takes hold of himself, he shifts closer one more time, threading his top arm under Xander's and pressing his hand against his back, where his heart is. His other hand cradles his face as he does as instructed, breathing in as deeply as his riddled lungs will allow. It takes concentration, which serves to distract him from any nerves he still has.
As Xander gets halfway in, Viktor's jaw drops open to exhale a sort of ah sound- but it's clearly a good sound, one of surprise and pleasure. He shifts his hip angle and his leg as much as he can to allow Xander deeper inside him.
There are a few moments of stillness and heavy breaths as he adjusts.
"Alright," he murmurs with a tiny nod, a cue to continue the experiment. The anticipation is killing him.
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Instead, because they were both fragile and this needed to be done correctly, Xander hilted in him, stayed there until Viktor gave him the go ahead, and then started to ease back so he could begin the slow, rhythmic motion of his hips. He closed his eyes, inhaling deep, and exhaling shallow moans. "You feel incredible." As he assumed he would.
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"Oh," he whispers. There is some slight unpleasantness in the friction and stretching that remains, but much stronger is the pleasure that emanates from somewhere deep inside him as Xander fills him up.
"Oh..." The sudden euphoria catches him off-guard, making him weak. All of his muscles relax, melting into his partner. A third thrust brings a higher-pitched, whimpered moan. Waves of pleasure wrack through his body, and at once he cannot believe he went so many years without allowing himself to feel something like this. Frankly, it's mind-blowing, and they haven't even reached climax yet.
Viktor's arm half-uselessly grips at Xander's shoulder and tries to pull himself closer, his eyes closed as their foreheads still press together.
"Please, don't stop..." He kisses him messily, unable to coordinate his movements quite right in the onslaught of pleasure, but it's passionate nonetheless.
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The feeling of Viktor comfortably sinking into him, tension vanishing, was almost as incredible as the warmth that came from being pressed inside him over and over again. That the man trusted him so much to do this with him — that he was the first to feel him like this — was an honor beyond measure.
"I won't." He assured him between those sloppy kisses. He dug his fingers into Viktor's hair; into the meat of his thigh. "I won't... last much longer, I fear."
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"I won't, either," Viktor admits. It's a guess, based on how rapidly- exponentially- the feelings are mounting. His own cock is now rock-hard and dribbling precome, and he reaches down to grasp it, urging his orgasm along to be in time with Xander's.
And oh, wow, does that bring him closer to the edge. There is such heat between them now, such incredible intimacy Viktor has never known the likes of before. It's wonderful, and it's a little terrifying, but still, he trusts this man. He daresay he would trust him with his life, and this is arguably lower stakes than that.
That trust allows Viktor to lose himself, to shut his rational brain off and just feel.
"Ah, Xa--..." He's breathless, unable to form a coherent word at this point.
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He wished he had more hands to help urge his partner along, but the feeling of him stroking himself between them was hardly something he would think to complain about either.
The incomplete sentence was more than Xander could even consider as he continued his thrusting — erratic and off-kilter now; as quick as he could manage with the knowledge that his hips might ache something fierce in the morning. It would all be worth it, though, for that absolute bliss he was about to share with Viktor. He sheathed his cock fully inside him, the telltale shuddering of his body followed by the intense heat of his release. Nails dug into Viktor's thigh; shaking, whining moans exhaled against his ear for the entirety of his orgasm.
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It's as though a knot of tension and repression that has been guarded and maintained for years has not been untied, but instead ripped apart from the inside by an explosion. He would feel entirely untethered, were it not for Xander holding him close, digging his nails into his flesh, moaning into his ear. As soon as he comes down, he feels safe, placated, acutely aware of the man he is with. He has the surreal epiphany that this is the closest he has ever been physically to another human being, save when he was literally a part of his mother's body, and he cannot take this act back. Something in him has irrevocably changed- he now knows an experience he cannot un-know. That realization would be terrifying were it not for the sense of utter calm and bliss that post-orgasm affords him.
And it would be terrifying, if this weren't the right person to be so close to. But Xander is the right person, this he just knows somewhere deep in his soul.
He loosens his grip, going still in his lover's embrace, allowing that serene feeling to seep into his bones. Into both of their bones. Then, he kisses Xander, more softly now but just as certain.
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He kissed him back, his eyelids heavy, struggling to remain open enough to look at him.
"You're all right?" Maybe that was another obvious question, but he had to ask.
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"I could not be better," he murmurs into his lover's ear. "That was... Incredible."
Incredible doesn't begin to cover it, but it suffices enough for right now.
"Not as physically taxing as I was expecting. You made smart choices. Though, I don't know how I could have expected any less." His lip quirks up.
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"I am glad you enjoyed yourself so thoroughly." He replied, already heated cheeks growing a little more red. "I am sure we will feel some aches in the morning, but nothing we can't handle. You felt amazing."
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"I always thought..." He murmurs very quietly, "That sex would be keenly embarrassing, or too difficult and awkward for me to manage, and would remind me of how my body is different..."
He'd felt that way with Rolan sometimes, comparing his own ailing frame to Rolan's healthy, strong one.
"But I did not feel that way at all, with you. Thank you." He kisses Xander's cheek, combing his hair back again with his fingertips. It's a relief, frankly, to just feel... Normal. To feel so alike to someone that disabilities such as theirs are not a big deal.
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He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch like a contented cat, his hand rubbing gently up and down Viktor's back. "Your body is beautiful, and you were amazing. I am glad you were willing to do this with me tonight."
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His fingertips continue to run along the side of his scalp, from front to back. His cheeks heat up as Xander calls his body beautiful- it's hard to believe, but a nice thing to hear nonetheless. He pulls back enough to look at him, gazing, taking in his features as though regarding a piece of art. His fingertips move to trace the contours of his partner's face.
"You are beautiful," he declares, with a caress of his cheek.
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With the soft stroking of his hair and the pleasant weight that hit post-orgasm, Xander had his eyes shut until he felt his partner's gaze upon him, eyelids fluttering open just enough to look back at him; his smile soft. "That means the world, coming from you." Because Viktor wouldn't just say that if he didn't mean it.
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He gazes at him adoringly for another moment, then kisses his cheek with a small laugh.
"Beautiful and sleepy. I think I can handle the clean up, if you would like to relax."
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"I'll be fine, Xander." He kisses his partner's cheek, then realizes-- he's still inside him. Hm.
Nonetheless, he eases back slowly, allowing Xander to slip out. It feels quite strange, the slipping, and the now being empty. He moves to sit on the edge of his bed, looking down at the mess he made of himself and Xander. He takes his crutch and stands, limping to the attached bathroom, careful not to trip on his own foot, as he is wont to do when not wearing his brace. His bare metal foot makes a clanking sound each time it hits the floor.
He runs a cloth under warm water and uses it to wipe himself off, then thoroughly rises it out and brings it back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed again to gently wipe Xander clean.
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When Viktor returned, the doctor unconsciously reacted, hand reaching for him the moment he finished cleaning him off.
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