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.
Calling him dear, immediately falling asleep, reaching out for him... He is so adorable. Viktor gazes at him for another moment before putting the cloth on the nightstand and turning out the light. He wraps himself again in Xander, sighing with contentment.
Before falling asleep, Viktor's hand glides slowly over Xander's bad hip and leg, channeling healing into it. It then presses gently into his back, to send some to his spine and lungs for good measure. Hopefully, that will help him sleep more deeply and make him less sore and tired tomorrow. It serves to completely exhaust Viktor now, as well, and he soon slips into a deep slumber.
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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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Before falling asleep, Viktor's hand glides slowly over Xander's bad hip and leg, channeling healing into it. It then presses gently into his back, to send some to his spine and lungs for good measure. Hopefully, that will help him sleep more deeply and make him less sore and tired tomorrow. It serves to completely exhaust Viktor now, as well, and he soon slips into a deep slumber.