"Well, I would hate to oversell my prowess." He may be confident at times with kissing, but anything further is a big intimidating question mark. If Xander assumed he was more experienced than he actually was, Viktor would be all the more nervous when something came up that he was uncertain of. Best to be on the same page.
"You are speaking my language," Viktor murmurs, his lips already crashing into Xander's. It would seem that words like experiments and data effectively get him going.
He wraps his arm around Xander's neck, kissing him deeply and placing his flesh hand on his partner's thigh, sliding inward and upward.
That's what he thought you'd say you big fuckin nerd.
Xander, not for the first time, wished he had the youthful energy of a man without a longstanding illness and terrible lung capacity, because all he wanted to do was shove Viktor over and climb on top of him. Instead, he had to slowly adjust — and while the intention was still to push him over onto the bed, he had to do so with far less enthusiasm, his arm sliding around Viktor's middle and pressing against his back, bracing when he pushed forward against him to try and ease him onto his back while they kissed, his tongue slipping between his lips and past Viktor's.
And perhaps it was no surprise that he was already growing hard — the mere idea of being with him intimately enough to make his hips jerk against the other man's palm.
Maybe it's a good thing he can't just shove him down, since Viktor is just as frail, and that kind of roughness might be too much. It doesn't mean there can't be urgency, though. Viktor wraps his arm tightly around Xander as the two sink back onto the bed, then blindly reaches for his knees to try to help him up on top of him. All the while, his mouth is falling open, his tongue meeting Xander's readily. Once his partner is settled into some sort of position that will work for him, Viktor returns his hand between his legs, palming his growing erection gently. Then those hips jerk forward, and he gets a much more firm handful of Xander. Oh! That must mean he can add more pressure, and so he does, rubbing up and down through his clothing, using his flesh hand for now, since it's softer.
With their combined efforts, it wasn't long before Xander was straddling one of Viktor's thighs, knee pressed firmly between them to gently urge the other man's arousal. He dropped himself to rest on his forearm, fingers winding into Viktor's hair, his other hand tracing down his side to gently tug at the bottom of his shirt.
His hand was trembling with excitement, anticipation, and the jolt of pleasure that came with the firm press of Viktor's hand against his crotch. He grew harder by the second, hips arched so he could grind himself into the pressing fingers. Xander moaned hotly into Viktor's mouth, then pulled back so he could kiss up along his jaw with feverish need.
His knee is- oh- oh. Viktor tilts his hips as much as he can with his back brace limiting his movement, attempting to grind into Xander's knee. His hands are doing amazing work already, and that moan, the kisses to his jaw... He is good at this, isn't he? Or perhaps he's just Xander, and Viktor is delighted that he's here in his bed with him at all, and he's never been touched like this before in his life, and it feels heavenly. His mouth freed, he lets a soft moan of his own escape it.
"Xander..." He sighs his name like there's no other word to express how he feels. His free hand moves to his partner's waistband, finding and undoing the buttons of his fly. He thanks his lucky stars for these hands, the one part of his body he can always count on to work well. His flesh hand reaches gently into his underwear, searching for purchase, grasping his shaft very gently.
"Is this...?" He's meaning to ask if it's alright, but he's a little breathless.
His hand slipped beneath Viktor's shirt, fabric riding higher as fingers spread across his stomach, sliding upward curiosity, like he was trying to map every inch of him with his fingertips.
His mouth trailed a line of heated kisses along Viktor's jaw, then up to his ear. The sound he let out there was breathless. "Good." His cock throbbed in his grip, and his voice shaking, "Don't stop." He knew, for how long it had been, he might not last long — but he willed himself to focus. He pressed his knee higher, encouraging him to grind down, while his teeth scraped Viktor's throat; careful, teasing — gauging his response.
Xander's fingers will find Viktor's skinny stomach, as well as his brace, covering most of his back and his ribcage. His breath hitches, feeling Xander's hands wander on the parts of his abdomen that are exposed. He wishes he could feel more, yearns for those years-untouched patches of skin to be caressed.
He's quickly distracted from his own desire as Xander's comes into sharp focus. He throbs in Viktor's hand, his hands shake, his voice trembles. Feeling such a put-together man come undone in his hands, when he's barely even tried yet to make him feel good, is unbelievably arousing. His own cock jerks in response, hardening fully against Xander's knee, which adds to the delicious pressure there.
Don't stop is a clear instruction, and thankfully, Viktor has done this part before. It's a different angle than masturbating, and there's no guarantee that Xander will like the exact same things he does, but the basics are muscle-memory. He grips more firmly and strokes the shaft, his wrist adding finesse to the movement.
His other hand undoes his upper shirt buttons, and he hums as Xander gives his neck and ears attention, leaning into the touch. His hand threads into his partner's thick, dark hair and presses gently against the back of Xander's head, encouraging more.
There was space enough to touch, brace or not, and it was almost like a game to find those warm patches of skin so he could focus on them. Xander took advantage of the opened shirt and the insistent press of Viktor's hands in his hair, and latched onto a small patch of pale skin right where shoulder and neck connected. He suckled the flesh between his teeth, teased with his tongue — just hard enough for a pleasant little sting.
All the while his hips rocked into the strokes; every muffled moan he exhaled and the fervent grinding against his palm surely suggested that he approved of Viktor's methods. The doctor finally pulled his own hand down, tracing the path he had taken over his torso to start undoing whatever he needed to get Viktor's cock free from his trousers.
With a wet little pop of his lips, he pulled back to look down at the other man, cheeks flushed, eyelids heavy, lips parted as he panted. "You're incredible, Viktor." In case he dared to think otherwise.
Viktor hums a moan in the back of his throat as Xander gives him a strange new sensation on his neck, teeth and tongue and pressure and wet warmth, pain and pleasure at once. An interesting data point to reflect on later.
He increases the speed of his hand, tightens his grip on him just a little. Perhaps Xander had wanted to have sex tonight and this will impede his ability to do that, but Viktor doesn't think twice about it. He wants to see Xander fall apart. See the dark blush of his cheeks, the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, the way one little curl falls down in his face, and hear the gorgeous sounds he makes. Viktor meets his eyes, his own lidded, his lips parted, and wonders what it feels like to fall in love. He wonders if it feels anything like this, looking up into shining dark eyes.
He slows his hand, kisses Xander firmly.
"And you are beautiful." So long as they're stating facts, here.
"Tell me how to make you feel... Spectacular." He almost says how to improve, then realizes it's not his own performance he cares about, for once. It's Xander's experience.
It was clear from the hazy, almost distant look in his eyes, that Xander was already struggling not to spill into Viktor's hand and across his stomach. The way he touched him was amazing, electric, and overwhelming. He kissed him again, then angled to press their foreheads together, caring little for the slick sweat on his brow or the heat between them that stifled the air.
"I already feel spectacular." He murmured. "But... if you keep touching me like that, I worry I will be done too soon. We need to — Father preserve me. We need to get the rest of our clothes off."
Viktor combs his fingers into Xander's hair, pushing it back from his face as he gazes at him adoringly.
"Oh. Yes." Undressing, right. Not ever at the top of Viktor's list of things to do, but here and now, he does want to, if only to feel more of Xander on his skin.
"Allow me." Viktor gently releases Xander's cock and uses both hands to unbutton his shirt as he hovers there, then undoes all of his own buttons. He slides his hands over Xander's shoulders to shrug him out of the shirt some, and then his hands wander down his abdomen, caressing him until they reach his waistband, which he also tugs down.
There was an audible gasp when the pressure against his cock released, and it took every ounce of his strength not to whine at the loss. He took a breath, then leaned back to give Viktor enough room to work, his shirt soon opening up to reveal the skin underneath.
He had been well covered during the beach and picnic outings, but now he had little choice — especially when he was the one that suggested it. His torso was littered with scars; the obvious surgical ones, pale but still slightly raised — one along the center of his stomach, up to his sternum, and another under his pecs. On top of those were a myriad of smaller scars that looked like bites and scratches from a small creature... or several small creatures at once. And the last, perhaps most prominent, was the large claw mark on his shoulder, deep and jagged, like the original gash had gone down to the bone.
He let the fabric drop, tossed it aside and rose up to shimmy out of his pants and underthings. Left entirely bare now while he took the moment to help Viktor out of the rest of his clothes. "I brought lubricant, just in case..." he murmured.
As Xander gets up, Viktor pushes himself to sitting to remove his leg brace- it comes off quickly with deft fingers that have done it a thousand times before. He then shrugs out of his own shirt and takes the help with pulling off his pants and underclothes.
Now sitting up on the edge of the bed, he places hands on Xander's waist, caressing him, taking him in. Viktor isn't put off by scars at all. Many of his own surgical scars would be visible on his torso if it were not covered up by his brace, and on his leg if it had not been transformed from flesh to the strange purple metal his right hand is also made of. He thinks Xander's body is as beautiful as the rest of him, though it speaks to how much the man has been through, which does make Viktor sad for him.
He leans forward to softly kiss his stomach, right above his belly button, on that surgical scar.
The mention of lubricant makes Viktor nervous again, as it seems to imply sex, as does the fact that they're naked... But he doesn't know for sure, and would like to have some sense of certainty.
"You'd like to... Have sex? Yes?" He looks up from where he sits.
Xander was the last person to judge another on their appearance, and given how fond he was of Viktor, it was not much of a surprise that he, in turn, found him just as beautiful. So many others would have given up where Viktor had not, and it was an admirable trait to have.
He shivered with the kiss and gently set a hand atop Viktor's head; fingers stroking through his hair. A brief look of confusion crossed over his features. Was... was that not obvious?
"I would." He admitted. "If you would like to have sex, too." Which, again, he thought had been obvious, but perhaps he needed to be blunt to truly get the point across so there was no confusion. "I am open to any position — but I will admit, I think it best we lay on our sides and try to keep from overexerting ourselves, one way or another." He bent down with a grunt to grab the small vial he had brought. "We will need to prep whoever is being penetrated. If you have a preference, do let me know." If not, uh. He had one currently. But Xander was open to anything.
Viktor just wants to know more of the... Specifics of the situation, what to expect, which Xander graciously provides.
He nods. "Yes." He is nervous, apprehensive of the act itself, but he has a deep desire to get closer to Xander on a physical level. Sex is... The most obvious way of doing that.
Who is being penetrated... He had wondered about that. He tries to think about whether he has a preference.
"I don't think I do," he admits innocently. "Though you may have more range of motion for the, ah... The thrusting." And being the one with more experience, it would make sense that Xander is the one... Initiating? Guiding? The act.
His eyes fall to the vial in Xander's hands. "How do we prepare?"
Xander internally struggled with the desire to make this as fun and pleasurable as possible, and breaking it all down clinically. For two nerds like them, maybe the latter would be considered fun and pleasurable.
"If you are all right with it, you will hear no complaints from me." In fact, his cock twitched at the suggestion, still painfully hard and seeping precum from the tip — but he could ignore that, for now.
"Well. We will need to assure you are relaxed enough to take me. I will lather my fingers in this oil," he motions to the vial, "and put them inside you so you can get used to the insertion of something... larger." He cleared his throat. "Is that all right?"
Viktor's wide, curious eyes glance to Xander's cock as it moves, just for a split second, then back up to his face. It would seem that Xander does have a preference... How interesting.
While it might be fun and pleasurable for most people to just jump into things spontaneously, Viktor is new and it calms his nerves to have an idea of what to expect. The clear instructions are incredibly appreciated. He listens thoughtfully, noting that the goal is to relax as much as possible, and then nods.
"Yes, this sounds like a plan." A tiny smile, and he reaches out again, taking Xander's free hand and guiding him down to the bed with him. He shifts until they're lengthwise on the bed, facing each other.
"Should I turn around?" If so, he will.
"You might touch my scalp, the way you did at the picnic, to relax me," he suggests. He can't recall a time in recent weeks when he was more relaxed than that moment with Xander at the picnic. Well, before all the panic set in, anyway.
"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.
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"You are speaking my language," Viktor murmurs, his lips already crashing into Xander's. It would seem that words like experiments and data effectively get him going.
He wraps his arm around Xander's neck, kissing him deeply and placing his flesh hand on his partner's thigh, sliding inward and upward.
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Xander, not for the first time, wished he had the youthful energy of a man without a longstanding illness and terrible lung capacity, because all he wanted to do was shove Viktor over and climb on top of him. Instead, he had to slowly adjust — and while the intention was still to push him over onto the bed, he had to do so with far less enthusiasm, his arm sliding around Viktor's middle and pressing against his back, bracing when he pushed forward against him to try and ease him onto his back while they kissed, his tongue slipping between his lips and past Viktor's.
And perhaps it was no surprise that he was already growing hard — the mere idea of being with him intimately enough to make his hips jerk against the other man's palm.
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His hand was trembling with excitement, anticipation, and the jolt of pleasure that came with the firm press of Viktor's hand against his crotch. He grew harder by the second, hips arched so he could grind himself into the pressing fingers. Xander moaned hotly into Viktor's mouth, then pulled back so he could kiss up along his jaw with feverish need.
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"Xander..." He sighs his name like there's no other word to express how he feels. His free hand moves to his partner's waistband, finding and undoing the buttons of his fly. He thanks his lucky stars for these hands, the one part of his body he can always count on to work well. His flesh hand reaches gently into his underwear, searching for purchase, grasping his shaft very gently.
"Is this...?" He's meaning to ask if it's alright, but he's a little breathless.
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His mouth trailed a line of heated kisses along Viktor's jaw, then up to his ear. The sound he let out there was breathless. "Good." His cock throbbed in his grip, and his voice shaking, "Don't stop." He knew, for how long it had been, he might not last long — but he willed himself to focus. He pressed his knee higher, encouraging him to grind down, while his teeth scraped Viktor's throat; careful, teasing — gauging his response.
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He's quickly distracted from his own desire as Xander's comes into sharp focus. He throbs in Viktor's hand, his hands shake, his voice trembles. Feeling such a put-together man come undone in his hands, when he's barely even tried yet to make him feel good, is unbelievably arousing. His own cock jerks in response, hardening fully against Xander's knee, which adds to the delicious pressure there.
Don't stop is a clear instruction, and thankfully, Viktor has done this part before. It's a different angle than masturbating, and there's no guarantee that Xander will like the exact same things he does, but the basics are muscle-memory. He grips more firmly and strokes the shaft, his wrist adding finesse to the movement.
His other hand undoes his upper shirt buttons, and he hums as Xander gives his neck and ears attention, leaning into the touch. His hand threads into his partner's thick, dark hair and presses gently against the back of Xander's head, encouraging more.
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All the while his hips rocked into the strokes; every muffled moan he exhaled and the fervent grinding against his palm surely suggested that he approved of Viktor's methods. The doctor finally pulled his own hand down, tracing the path he had taken over his torso to start undoing whatever he needed to get Viktor's cock free from his trousers.
With a wet little pop of his lips, he pulled back to look down at the other man, cheeks flushed, eyelids heavy, lips parted as he panted. "You're incredible, Viktor." In case he dared to think otherwise.
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He increases the speed of his hand, tightens his grip on him just a little. Perhaps Xander had wanted to have sex tonight and this will impede his ability to do that, but Viktor doesn't think twice about it. He wants to see Xander fall apart. See the dark blush of his cheeks, the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, the way one little curl falls down in his face, and hear the gorgeous sounds he makes. Viktor meets his eyes, his own lidded, his lips parted, and wonders what it feels like to fall in love. He wonders if it feels anything like this, looking up into shining dark eyes.
He slows his hand, kisses Xander firmly.
"And you are beautiful." So long as they're stating facts, here.
"Tell me how to make you feel... Spectacular." He almost says how to improve, then realizes it's not his own performance he cares about, for once. It's Xander's experience.
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"I already feel spectacular." He murmured. "But... if you keep touching me like that, I worry I will be done too soon. We need to — Father preserve me. We need to get the rest of our clothes off."
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"Oh. Yes." Undressing, right. Not ever at the top of Viktor's list of things to do, but here and now, he does want to, if only to feel more of Xander on his skin.
"Allow me." Viktor gently releases Xander's cock and uses both hands to unbutton his shirt as he hovers there, then undoes all of his own buttons. He slides his hands over Xander's shoulders to shrug him out of the shirt some, and then his hands wander down his abdomen, caressing him until they reach his waistband, which he also tugs down.
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He had been well covered during the beach and picnic outings, but now he had little choice — especially when he was the one that suggested it. His torso was littered with scars; the obvious surgical ones, pale but still slightly raised — one along the center of his stomach, up to his sternum, and another under his pecs. On top of those were a myriad of smaller scars that looked like bites and scratches from a small creature... or several small creatures at once. And the last, perhaps most prominent, was the large claw mark on his shoulder, deep and jagged, like the original gash had gone down to the bone.
He let the fabric drop, tossed it aside and rose up to shimmy out of his pants and underthings. Left entirely bare now while he took the moment to help Viktor out of the rest of his clothes. "I brought lubricant, just in case..." he murmured.
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Now sitting up on the edge of the bed, he places hands on Xander's waist, caressing him, taking him in. Viktor isn't put off by scars at all. Many of his own surgical scars would be visible on his torso if it were not covered up by his brace, and on his leg if it had not been transformed from flesh to the strange purple metal his right hand is also made of. He thinks Xander's body is as beautiful as the rest of him, though it speaks to how much the man has been through, which does make Viktor sad for him.
He leans forward to softly kiss his stomach, right above his belly button, on that surgical scar.
The mention of lubricant makes Viktor nervous again, as it seems to imply sex, as does the fact that they're naked... But he doesn't know for sure, and would like to have some sense of certainty.
"You'd like to... Have sex? Yes?" He looks up from where he sits.
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He shivered with the kiss and gently set a hand atop Viktor's head; fingers stroking through his hair. A brief look of confusion crossed over his features. Was... was that not obvious?
"I would." He admitted. "If you would like to have sex, too." Which, again, he thought had been obvious, but perhaps he needed to be blunt to truly get the point across so there was no confusion. "I am open to any position — but I will admit, I think it best we lay on our sides and try to keep from overexerting ourselves, one way or another." He bent down with a grunt to grab the small vial he had brought. "We will need to prep whoever is being penetrated. If you have a preference, do let me know." If not, uh. He had one currently. But Xander was open to anything.
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He nods. "Yes." He is nervous, apprehensive of the act itself, but he has a deep desire to get closer to Xander on a physical level. Sex is... The most obvious way of doing that.
Who is being penetrated... He had wondered about that. He tries to think about whether he has a preference.
"I don't think I do," he admits innocently. "Though you may have more range of motion for the, ah... The thrusting." And being the one with more experience, it would make sense that Xander is the one... Initiating? Guiding? The act.
His eyes fall to the vial in Xander's hands. "How do we prepare?"
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"If you are all right with it, you will hear no complaints from me." In fact, his cock twitched at the suggestion, still painfully hard and seeping precum from the tip — but he could ignore that, for now.
"Well. We will need to assure you are relaxed enough to take me. I will lather my fingers in this oil," he motions to the vial, "and put them inside you so you can get used to the insertion of something... larger." He cleared his throat. "Is that all right?"
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While it might be fun and pleasurable for most people to just jump into things spontaneously, Viktor is new and it calms his nerves to have an idea of what to expect. The clear instructions are incredibly appreciated. He listens thoughtfully, noting that the goal is to relax as much as possible, and then nods.
"Yes, this sounds like a plan." A tiny smile, and he reaches out again, taking Xander's free hand and guiding him down to the bed with him. He shifts until they're lengthwise on the bed, facing each other.
"Should I turn around?" If so, he will.
"You might touch my scalp, the way you did at the picnic, to relax me," he suggests. He can't recall a time in recent weeks when he was more relaxed than that moment with Xander at the picnic. Well, before all the panic set in, anyway.
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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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