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Vik's mouth was so warm, inviting.
V pressed herself closer, needed to be. Her palms cupped his cheeks, one moving to the back of his neck to card through his short hair. He couldn't pull away, she wouldn't let him.
Their mouths slotted together, all the more perfect when Vik tilted his head more, pressed into her just as tightly, arms wrapping around her waist.
It forced her head to tilt back, nearly swallowed by his arms, the desperate way he was kissing her. She had underestimated his enthusiasm, as he backed her up against the counter, her spine arching from the angle, the way it dug into her back.
She was about to tap out. Needed to change positions before she snapped, but then he pulled back, both of them breathing heavily. Vik's hands went under her thighs, liftin' her up onto the counter like it was nothing and fillin' the space between them just as fast.
For an 'old timer' he sure as hell didn't move like one. Didn't kiss her like one either, though she couldn't claim much experience in that regard. Despite all his insistence, V didn't know how old he really was, didn't really give a shit to be honest.
Not when his lips were on hers again, kissin' her lax and lazy, the sound of their breaths minglin' from the effort and want. V's head was swimming, from the drinks or the kisses, she couldn't tell. Didn't want to stop, not when Vik's attentions dropped to her neck, started kissin' and mouthin' there too like a man starved.
"Greedy." She whispered before it turned into a gasp when he found a sensitive spot, mouth finally free to make sound.
Vik pulled back, lookin’ up at her with his chest risin' and fallin' rapidly, question in his gaze. Like he was thinkin' that was a complaint, but V only grinned.
She hooked her legs around his hips, brought him closer again before he could say anythin' and started kissin' up his chest to a spot below his ear.
She licked and nipped at the skin as she went. Heard the thud of Vik's hand on the counter top as he steadied them both after her hips started a slow grind. His groan rang through her, vibratin' with the excitement and the feel of him starting to respond, meeting her movements with his own.
V sucked mark after mark into his neck. Didn't care if it was stupid or too much. She'd wanted this for so long. Was sure as hell gonna leave her share of reminders and claims for him to see tomorrow.
"We should-" Vik started, out of breath and cut off by V's moan when he pressed against her just right, at the perfect angle.
She moved against him more purposefully, grinding against the stiff outline she could feel gettin' thicker in his sweats. It dug into her thigh, spurring her movements on so she tightened her legs around him, made sure he knew she could feel it. Wanted to feel it more.
Vik buried another groan into her neck. She'd never heard a better sound than Vik feelin' good. V could feel her name bein' whispered there too, his hips stutterin' forward. Her hips began to roll faster, too worked up to stop and undress. His hands found her sides, grip tightening until she was forced to slow, before stilling completely.
He pulled away after a moment of catching his breath, breathing deep and pupils so blown they probably both looked like they were on 'dorphs. "Can't think straight with you doin' that."
"What's there to think about?" V said, breathless. She had told him everything, it was mutual. The thinking part was over. At least for her it was, thoughts scattered and all echoing with the same need.
Vik chuckled, running his hands up her waist, down to squeeze her thighs bracketing his hips. "Movin' too fast."
She gave him a look. "Not movin' fast enough, actually. Not movin' at all right now."
He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Want to do this right. Don't even got you undressed and in a bed."
V's head fell back, and she groaned in frustration. "Whose fault is that? You got a bed, take me there then."
He kissed her nose, the old scar on her lips, before pressing their lips together again. The slow drag of his tongue against her lips distracted her, mouth falling open with a sigh.
Vik kissed her deeply, tongues brushin' against each other and V almost forgot about the way their hips were still flush together, unmoving.
"We're too far gone, V." He sighed against her lips after pullin' away, sounding as frustrated as she felt.
At first she thought he was talking about some sappy shit, but then her head swimmin' was feelin' less like hormones and more like inebriation with every passing minute they weren't clawing at one another.
"Fuck." She groaned, pressing her forehead into his chest. "Want to fuck you so bad."
Vik laughed, shoulders shaking with it, pressing her further back on the counter with his body, letting his weight pin her there. "Feelin's mutual. Believe me."
Heat roared in her stomach from everything happening, flaring brighter at the way he said it. She pulled back, staring up at him with half lidded eyes. "Say it again."
Vik hummed low, hips barely movin' forward, pressing too good against her again just for a moment. "Not sure that's a good idea." He whispered.
With tightly controlled movements, her legs started to be unwrapped from his waist, like Vik was gettin' ready to take a step back. She tightened them back around him, resistant.
"Nuh uh. Use your words. Tell me you want me to let go and I will."
His hands gripped her tighter, one under her calf and the other on her outer thigh. Vik sighed, fingers flexing as he seemed to test the words on his tongue. Still seemed to have trouble sayin' stuff he didn't mean.
"Not playin' fair, sweetheart."
"Life's not fair."
Still, as he tried to untangle her legs a second time, she let him.
Vik took a step back.
Hands on his hips, he stared at her, debauched and with her legs spread on his counter.
V's vision was a little blurry, but the man before her looked just as delicious, fuzzy or no. As messy as she might have looked then, the obscene press of his dick strainin' against his sweats wasn't doin' him any favors either.
Neither was the slight disarray of his short hair, the bruises forming up the side of his neck, his shirt collar stretched haphazardly open and the spit-slick gleam on his parted lips. He was red too, flushed and horny. V knew she wasn't any better, still felt like she couldn't quite catch her breath.
Still, the corner of her lip quirked, pleased with herself and leanin' back lazy if he was gonna stare. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, still thinkin' about his.
Vik shook his head, clearly trying to be the more rational one between them. He was drunk too, not like they hadn't both admitted as much already. V didn't want to stop, didn't want to start beggin' and pleadin' either though. Had done as much already just tryin' to get him to kiss her.
If he really wanted her, then he should come back here and do somethin’ about it, drunken entanglement or no.
But V knew he was right, stubborn bastard that he was. All this waitin', and she didn't want some drunk fuck to be their first. Even if she still thought it would be good. Anythin' with Vik would be.
He was already rubbing a hand down his face again, still tryin' to sober up more than he was.
Even if they didn't fuck, V couldn't go to sleep like this. After everything he had said, everything he had admitted, she really was too worked up.
"Can I suck you off?"
Vik's gaze darkened, lids lowering at the suggestion.
"We don't gotta go all the way." V complained. "Can't sleep like this, Vik. Gotta at least let me see ya."
He huffed, dragging a hand across his mouth, still watching her.
"Fuck, V. Not before I take care of you first."
She perked up. That wasn't a no.
"That s'pposed to be a threat? Com'ere and take care of me then."
Vik watched her for several more heavy seconds. She'd never thought it was especially hot to see someone so obviously torn, but Vik made anythin' look good she guessed.
V cocked her head to the side, leaned back a little more against the cabinet. She couldn't fight her grin as he drew closer, leaned back over her to press another heavy kiss against her lips that turned into several. Felt the way one of his large hands slid up her neck to grip her jaw, anglin' her face just right again for him to kiss her how he wanted.
With his other hand he smoothed it over her waist, squeezed briefly at her hips before falling lower, taking the waistband of her own shorts in hand and draggin' them down slowly.
V lifted her hips to help, arching her back so their fronts pressed fully against each other again and pressing harder against his mouth as if she could coax him to move faster.
He didn't. He released her waistband without actually lowerin’ it much to slide that same large hand under her top, pushin' the material up to run heated knuckles over the bottoms of her breasts. The feeling was ticklish, and with a pleasured but frustrated sigh, V pushed him off her, grinnin’ at the way he stumbled back.
She slid from the counter top, walkin' past him to his bedroom door, pulling her top up and off with a glance back at him before dropping it to the ground. Vik was already walking toward her again, gainin' quick, golden glove pendant catching the light in a way that was almost threatening. Maybe it was a promise.
The anticipatory thrum of what was hardly even a chase started up quick in her pulse anyway.
She slipped inside his room, spinning around and stumbling back on excitedly nervous legs when he caught up to her. Vik grinned when he got his hands on her again, pullin' her back to him close.
”Thought you wanted me to take care of ya.”
”Thought you wanted me in a bed.”
He chuckled, reached around and lifted her up again from the backs up her thighs as if to toss her exactly there, but V had other ideas. She wrapped her legs back around his hips instead, dragged him down with her in a sort of grapple until he had her pinned against the sheets with his weight.
Their lips found each other again, kissing and biting until V drew his plump lower lip between her teeth and sucked. Vik's hips kicked forward once again, grindin' her down into the soft cotton as if he could bury her into them more, keep her there as long as he could.
Her hands slid down his abdomen until she reached the tie to his sweats, tugging at the knot with deft hands that fumbled as his lips fell back down to her neck again. She couldn't see what she was doing, but after a minute of struggling to focus Vik pulled back.
He sat up on his knees, thick thighs splayed on either side of her, still pinned down to the mattress. Those long fingers worked quick, undoing the knot while lookin' down at her. V felt breathless, his eyes even darker in the dim space, still felt that sense of wonder that she could see 'em at all.
Vik tugged the knot with patient fingers, managed to undo it in a matter of moments before his hands found her again. His gaze caught on her exposed chest, slid his palms up her sternum until he cupped them in his palms, leanin' down to kiss from her neck down to the hardened peak of her right.
The pleasure was slow, but radiating as he mouthed and sucked. V's fingers tangled in his short hair again, pressing her chest further into his mouth and enjoyin' the vibration that rumbled from him when she tugged. Couldn't help her answering hum of satisfaction either, but it still wasn't enough.
She wasn't going to beg, already told herself she wouldn't, but the heat between her legs was gettin' frustrating. He could mouth at her chest all he wanted any other time, right now she needed to feel his skin against hers.
V tugged again until his head lifted, his lips dark and shiny from his own deep breaths, hands rubbing slow up and down her bare sides.
"Vik-" She started, breathless all over again from the way he looked down at her.
She couldn't believe they were here for a moment. A bad day with worse news she didn't want to think about turnin' into this. Vik over her, his need pressin' thick into her thigh and lookin' at her with blown pupils, such obvious desire.
The need to touch him became a necessity again. She released his hair to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling up only for him to get the hint and grab the back of his top, yankin' it and the tank over his head with no finesse and tossin' it carelessly off the bed.
V drank in his bare torso, the corded muscle up his thick arms and the firm musculature covered in old scars and moles.
She wanted to explore them all, kiss and suck until she left her own mark over each. It would have to wait, as Vik moved off the side of the bed and got on his knees. Gripped her calves and dragged her closer to him too.
V rose up on her forearms, starin' down the line of her still partially covered body at him. She didn't have the muscles she used to, but the month of physical therapy had at least begun its work of combating the atrophy of those two years motionless.
Her body was still too thin, still looked a bit sickly when not covered in a baggy shirt and she suppressed a wince thinkin' this was the first time he was gonna see her. Not healthy and in her prime, but in recovery. Wasn't really fair.
Vik was undeterred, fingers findin' the waistband of her shorts again, but unlike before didn't teasingly move them down and then let go. Maybe his patience was finally runnin' thin too, because quick as a blink they were slid down her legs and discarded.
She hadn't been wearin' underwear much, didn't see the necessity when she never left his place these days and orderin' them would only cost him more eddies. Maybe Vik would scold her later, or maybe he wouldn't, given the sound he made with her body laid bare before him.
V could feel the wetness between her thighs, had felt it the moment he lifted her up onto the counter and a rush of weightlessness turned into him pressed thick against her.
"God, V." Vik sighed out, voice low and eyes transfixed on what lay before him, the glisten on her skin and the sight of her swollen pink core. Didn't seem like he had any complaints, swallowin’ thick and unable to look away.
Those large hands wrapped around her thighs, kissin' up from the inside of her knee to rest them over his broad shoulders. He squeezed the still re-formin' muscles, flexing each finger like a mini massage, and she sighed at the feeling.
Felt like she was always sore these days tryin' to regain what she used to have, and the way his fingers dug into her skin was both an ache and a relief.
She closed her eyes for just a moment, stretching her arms above her head and enjoyin' the closeness, the buzz still tinglin' through her veins. Vik's bed smelled even more like him, and it was with a pang of that belongin' she shamefully always sought out that V knew she didn't want to ever leave.
Her eyes fluttered open, lips formin' a sharp gasp when his face found its mark, pressed right up against her core like he couldn't help himself. Massage over, not that she was complainin'. His focus was now right where she had been needin' it.
V's eyes found Vik's closed, breathin' in with a low groan as he mouthed against her. He really was like a man starved, she thought in wonderment, the way his breath shuddered against her folds as he buried his face into her. Nuzzling and licking. Like he was obsessed, or in some sort of dream state drunk and tastin' her.
She could relate, couldn't wait to get her mouth around him too, hear his shuddered breathing when she took him hot and heavy against her tongue and sucked until he choked her with it. Now that would be the way she'd prefer to be flatlined if anyone ever bothered to ask.
Pleasure coursed through her from the way his firm licks turned into a controlled suction around her clit before long, the low groans coming from him soundin' just as pleased as she felt for him to be there.
Her hips lifted further into his mouth, rolling against his tongue and struggling to keep her eyes open as he traced the bud with the slick muscle, keeping that same measured suction. She moaned, the sound turnin' into rough formations of his name when his hands squeezed her thighs again and his tongue moved faster.
Vik moved his head down, licking into her opening as far as he could go, hot breaths and tongue slicking her up even more. His licks inside of her were different, long and languid, buried so deeply inside it was a wonder he could breathe at all. Maybe he couldn't, would choose to go out the same way she wanted to.
Her fingers gripped the sheets near her head, arching into him again, tryin' to find that stimulation to her clit again but enjoyin' bein' so thoroughly ate out she didn't wanna distract him. Felt like he was openin' her up nice and slow. If only he hadn't drawn the line that they wouldn't fuck tonight she might have thought he was gettin' her ready for it.
How much would she need to be prepared? How thick was he? Thoughts of that delicious pressure as his hips grinded against her made another sound escape from her lips. She needed to see him, the unjustness of the fact she hadn't yet makin' her antsy.
V wriggled against him more, hips grindin' back down onto his face and tongue before Vik pulled away to take a deep breath, and with it her steadily building climax began to fade. She made a frustrated sound, irritated and needy. His entire lower face was slick and wet, she needed him inside her.
"You're so gorgeous, sweetheart." Vik sighed out, watchin' the way she shifted impatiently, holding back an embarrassin' sound from the way he wasn't touching her anymore. His fingers still dug into the meat of her thighs, but he smoothed them up to her hips and then back down again in a slow caress, gaze somehow both heavy and soft.
"Why'd you stop?" V finally whined out in frustration, crossing her calves behind his head and tryin' to drag him back in. "Need you, Vik."
He huffed a laugh, let himself be drawn back into her skin but turned his head to press kisses into the inside of her thigh instead.
"Do you now?" His voice was humored but still rough, holdin' out for some reason she couldn't hope to understand.
"This some old timer's trick? Workin' me up until I'm nice and pliant and then leavin' me wantin'?"
Vik squeezed her thighs again, sucked a bite into her skin at the jab, the challenge.
"Don't think you know how to be pliant, kid."
Dizzied warmth rushed through her from his teeth against her skin, his breaths still hot and teasing against where she needed him back.
"I will be when you fuck me."
Vik groaned low and hungry, pressed a kiss to her clit before releasing one of her thighs to scoop up some of the wetness at her entrance, popped two fingers into his mouth with another pleased sound.
"No idea how much I want that, but my heads still spinnin'. Don't know how much of it is the liquor or you."
V's eyes were half lidded, wanted his fingers in her mouth too. Wasn't sure if they were both greedy or Vik was just bein' stingy, but she wanted it all.
"My head's a mess too. Don't know much of anythin' right now other than needin' you to touch me."
Needed her mouth on him too. The rush of the night was catching up with her, layin' there on his bed with her vision a little unsteady, afraid to close her eyes too long and get dizzy from the way motion didn't stop.
If they didn't keep movin' she'd have to sit with it. The drunkenness, him leavin' soon, the weight of what this all meant for them.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She pushed it down, pushed it all down and focused on Vik between her thighs, gazin' up at her all fond and sweet.
"Said I'd take care of ya, didn't I?" He said with a strained chuckle, leaning back down to do just that, but V stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.
Vik's brows creased in concern, a question forming on his lips but it was too late. She needed him closer than that, pressed against her until she could barely breathe under the reminder that he was here with her.
V dragged him back up onto the bed, and he followed silently, lured back into her embrace.
She pressed her lips to his desperately, tried not to do somethin’ stupid like sob when he kissed her back just the same.
His hand circled the back of her head, cradling her closer to him with the other sliding under her lower back. V pulled him closer on top of her, until he really was pressing her all the way down into the mattress. It was a little hard to breathe but she didn't care.
Maybe he could sense the extent of her desperation, or felt just as much, but his hand slid back down to her center and she felt his finger trace tenderly along her seam.
Felt like she'd been fraying for a long time, was full of those cracks in the wall of his clinic that might bring the whole building down at any moment. She gasped against his lips as that finger pushed inside, filled her up and preventing the inevitable disaster.
Vik made a quiet sound against her mouth as her walls pulsed around just one finger, velvety and slick, slidin' it in and out slowly before adding another. His fingers had always been thick and pretty, and she'd long since had dreams of his dick bein' the same way.
A low sound escaped the back of her throat, unable to be restrained or held back as she licked into his mouth. His fingers continued their movement in and out, spreading slowly as she clenched down, exploring and spreading her out until he curled them upward.
Shouldn't have surprised her that a doctor was familiar with anatomy, or maybe that Vik had plenty of experience in these departments, but she still gasped high when his fingers probed that spot inside of her that had her vision goin' bright for a second.
She hadn't been fingered in over two years, she realized, especially not since bein' back. Hadn't had the patience for any slow and thorough alone time, or the presence of mind to focus on her own needs like that. Her body felt like an exposed wire, head falling back away from his lips to press into the mattress, hips matchin' his pace as he worked that spot over and over.
He could have been done teasin' her, or too worked up to stop, but his fingers were insistent. His thumb came up too, rubbing quick circles into her clit and shudderin' out some sort of overwhelmed breath himself. V really could barely keep her eyes open, caught up in the rhythm, the pleasure, the daze in her head.
She still looked up at him, seein' the way his lips were parted and his eyes were as dark as they'd ever been. His focus was completely, entirely on her, on takin' care of her. Warmth and affection and desire coursed through her along with the pleasured tingles bringing her closer to the edge.
"Fuck, look at you. You're so beautiful, V." Vik whispered breathlessly, thumb circling faster in a way that had to be tiring, have his wrist cramping up, but he kept going as if it was inconsequential.
His fingers kept pushin' inside of her just as thorough and deep, insistent pressure over and over again. The waves built, taking her higher and higher until she knew she was close.
"Vik-" V gasped, hips moving helplessly back against his fingers.
"So pretty, sweetheart. Makin' the prettiest sounds. Let go for me, yea?" His voice was gritted out, tender and hoarse. Eyes taking in every detail of the way her body writhed against his fingers, skin slick with sweat and muscles shaking from the exertion.
She heard another hoarse curse from the man, and her body locked up, overwhelmed. Vik was over her, inside of her, pressing her down, keeping her steady and feelin' good, and it was too much.
Her head fell back again as she reached her peak, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her with a blinding intensity that took her breath away.
Vik's fingers kept going, working her through it, muttering praises and curses at the way her legs clamped around his hand, keepin' him close and shakin' slightly through her release.
She sagged after the height of it was over, feelin' those tingles all the way down to her toes and fingertips, lethargic and exhausted from the strength of it.
Vik was pressin' kisses into her chest again, fingers still buried inside her but unmoving. The hand at the back of her head slid down, curling almost possessively instead around the back of her neck.
"Jesus, Vik." V laughed out breathlessly, unmoored by the intensity and the way she didn't feel quite tethered to reality for a second. The hand at the back of her neck squeezed, and she was dragged back in, his lips meeting hers in a sweet press as he finally removed his fingers.
She squeezed around them, wishing they would stay inside longer but he only chuckled against her mouth, lips quirking up, amused and pleased that she wanted to keep him there. Vik stuck those two fingers that had just made her come undone into his mouth, lickin' them clean with his own satisfied hum.
V's breathing still hadn't returned to normal, and the blatant desire still on Vik's face wasn't helping that fact.
He released his fingers with a pop, rollin' to his side to lay next to her and massaging the back of her neck tenderly. "Never seen someone look so pretty as you just did."
She rolled her eyes at the cheesiness of his words, but felt warmth rush to her cheeks regardless.
"Such a sap." She teased, but the breathlessness in her voice contradicted. "Kept your promise though, no denyin' it."
"Hmm - what promise was that?" Vik grinned, smoothing his hand down her front to curl protectively around her waist, draggin' her a little bit closer into him. V buried a laugh into his chest, shoved at his shoulder with no real force before she curled her hand back into his hair just to play with it.
V could have stayed like that for a long time. Face pressed into Vik's chest, feelin' the way his fingers were still massagin' the back of her neck, sliding over the tops of her shoulders to press there too.
She mumbled unintelligibly into his chest, liked how it rumbled against her when he laughed, the way his chest hair tickled her cheek and his warmth made her feel safe and sated.
"Come again?"
"Can't." She complained. "Feels like I just died for a sec'."
"That's no good, was supposed to take care of ya."
"Then you know exactly what promise you kept." She pulled her face away just enough to squint at him accusingly, even as his gaze softened.
He hummed in acknowledgment again, runnin' his fingers through her hair patiently, catchin' on a couple tangles and bein' careful not to pull too hard. Her chest swelled with emotion, the weight of it too much inside of her.
V reached up, takin' his wrists and removing them from her completely.
Vik frowned, eyes growin' confused but didn't fight the grip. She pressed Vik back down into the mattress, kissed his frown away until he was the one pinned on his back with her weight holdin' him down.
Probably didn't have the same effect as when he did it to her, but when she pulled away from his lips Vik's eyes were still closed, seemed to be enjoyin' her touch plenty.
"You're awful pretty too, Vik." She whispered it like it was a confession, watched his lovely blue eyes blink back open and the creases next to them grow deeper in amusement.
"Pretty, huh?"
"The prettiest." V conceded, letting go of his wrists to run her hands over his chest. His arms came up to grip her hips as soon as he was released, holdin' her nice and steady as she explored his skin.
The daze in her head was still there, didn't find much clarity with her own orgasm compared to the buzzing still in her veins, the knowledge that he hadn't even been truly touched yet, was still wearin' sweats for fuck's sake.
Maybe she'd never get to show him the stars in the Badlands, but she could treat him like this, thank him over and over for takin' care of her so well until he cried from oversensitivity. The mental picture was delicious enough to have her lickin' her lips, gazin' down at him hungrily.
What was one world-shattering orgasm compared to makin' a grown man cry from pleasure? 'Specially when the grown man was fuckin' Viktor Vektor, the man she'd dreamed of and pined so long for.
Cried over, drivin' herself half mad thinkin' he didn't feel the same. Felt like a complete gonk for all of it with the way he was lookin' at her now.
"Wanted this for so long, Vik." V sighed, tracin' fingertips delicately down his chest, thumbin' at the gold pendant there before movin' further down. "Can't believe you made me wait."
Vik shook his head in amusement, or maybe it was disbelief. "Still can't believe you were wantin' me."
V frowned down at him, scratching her nails faintly against the trail of hair on his lower stomach. "More than wanted you. Made me feel crazy. Wanted your attention however you'd give it to me."
The memories made her both embarrassed and frustrated, so she focused on the now, the way he squeezed her hips as she moved her body further down until her exposed core was lined up with his still clothed bulge.
"Got your attention now though."
Vik's gaze was heavy, chest risin' and fallin' with a deep steadying breath.
"You always did." He admitted lowly.
A fresh wave of want burned through her.
She rested her weight fully onto him, settled down nice and comfortable as Vik's grip tightened. She hummed as she moved her hips slowly, watched his reactions. The way the breath seemed to rush from his lungs, the heat and pressure of his hips beneath her, how he struggled to stay still and let her grind at her own pace.
V wanted to see him lose control like he did in the kitchen, bendin' her half backward and rutting against her all desperate and messy, pinnin' her to his counter like nothin' mattered more than touching her did.
She continued to move her hips slowly, faint zings of sensitivity almost pinging from her clit from the material of his sweats rubbing against it. All the while her nails began tracing over the skin of his lower stomach again, feelin' a couple raised scars and following a vein at his hip like she had all the time in the world.
Might be a little cruel, what she was doin'. Teasin’ him. Vik's jaw was clenched tight, fingers just as unforgiving at her hips, but still he did not move her faster, didn't ask. They'd work on that.
"What do you want?" V murmured lowly. Vik's gaze caught hers, eyes a little tortured, a little obsessed. "So good to me all the time, and this is how I thank you? Not very nice, but I guess I've never been a very nice person."
Vik's neck stretched as she grinded into him a little harder, encouraging him to speak up. "The sweetest." he gritted out. "Feel so good, sweetheart."
"You really mean that, Vik?" She blinked at him innocently, thrilled at the groan he let out. She rewarded him by movin' a little faster, slipping her fingers just underneath the waistband to scratch lightly at the sensitive skin near the base of him.
"Seems to me like you want somethin'. Go ahead and use your words, Vik. Should probably get used to askin' for what you want out loud, seems like two years without me was all it took to forget how."
Her words were a little cruel too, but the way his hips lifted into hers made the gamble worth it.
"Fuck, V." Vik moaned, hips kickin' up a little faster, until he was grindin' up into her at a steady pace, swollen and needy and still not even skin to skin. "Want to feel you."
"Feel me how?"
"Your mouth, your cunt. Shit. Can't think straight with you. Been a long time."
That, V could relate to.
She stilled her hips, swallowing back a giggle at the way Vik groaned again, hips still movin' against her like he couldn't stop. Movin' slowly down his legs, she backed up until her face was eye line with the already undone ties of his sweats.
V reached again for the waistband, pullin' both his pants and briefs down slowly, wrestlin' with the fabric as they both paused with huffed laughter until he managed to kick them off of him entirely. Her humor died down as she finally got a good look at him.
His cock was swollen and dark, wetness smeared at the tip where it hung just a little too heavy and thick to fully jut out straight. There was dark coarse hair surrounding the base and his balls, and V felt a rush of saliva in her mouth at the thought of tastin' it.
She hovered her face closer, wrapping her hand loosely around the base and letting her breath wash over the tip. He twitched in her grip, a groan escapin' him when her tongue darted out to lick away the beads of precum.
V glanced up at him, caught his dark eyes roving over her face, brought her other hand to his and guided it to the back of her head. His touch was gentle as he followed, but she felt the twitch of his fingers, could tell he wanted to grip tighter.
She was ready to make him say it out loud again, but he beat her to it this time. Patience finally runnin' thin, or gone enough to not care so much anymore.
"Kiss me." His low voice rumbled.
V blinked at him for a moment, surprised. Felt the way his fingers started to tangle into her hair, not pressin' her forward but definitely holdin' her steady, keeping her close.
The moment passed quickly, and she leaned forward, pressed a light kiss to the tip. Vik made another low sound, murmured for her to keep goin'. She placed kiss after kiss, trailed them down to the base, briefly traced a vein with her tongue, and then back to the tip.
Her kisses grew wetter, more open mouthed, and she sighed in content at how hot his skin was, the firm sponginess of the head, the taste of salt and bitterness against her tongue. She'd imagined this so many times, but bein' here was different. Gettin' to really taste him, feel the pulse and shapes of his desire, it swirled in her head more than anythin' else.
"Go on, sweetheart." Vik murmured again. "Know you're gonna look so pretty like this too. Why don't you put it in your mouth?"
V's breathing had gone unsteady again, looking up at the man before her with wide eyes. Layin' between his legs like this, her hand rested on top of his thigh while the other still gripped the base, held him still. Hearin' him talk like this was new, but that same soothing timbre had never made her feel more at ease or electrified.
There was nothing she wanted more, but that calmness in his voice was still too controlled, too measured. Sure he was sayin' what he wanted, but still made it sound like he was doin' it for her. She could feel him pulse and throb against her palm, could see the way his breathing was a little too unsteady to truly be relaxed.
Vik was just as eager, couldn't wait for her mouth and tongue to touch him again. The power in that was heady, and instead she gripped him tighter, moved her head closer like she was gonna give him exactly what he wanted, but stopped short.
Instead of taking him in her mouth, she parted her lips, let some of her spit dribble down onto his tip. Vik made a choked sound, either from the cool sensation, or the sight of her droolin' on him, she couldn't tell.
V pulled her head back, a pleased grin tuggin' at one side of her lips when the hand at the back of her head stopped her from goin' far, like she wasn't allowed to. Or he couldn't bear it.
The hand wrapped around his base slid up, spreading some of that slickness around to make the glide easier. She tightened her fingers around him again, twisted her wrist and pumped him steadily, head cocked and just watchin' him to see what he'd do.
His jaw was clenched again, fightin' the anticipation or maybe pleasure, but he didn't need to. She had been teasin' them both by puttin' this off, delayin’ what she really wanted to do to him.
"V-" he warned. The hand not on her was balled into a fist in the sheets, knuckles pale. That golden boxing glove pendant had fallen up to his neck, the chain almost tight, and V wondered if he felt like he was suffocating the longer she teased him.
She gave his cock a few more strokes, grinning a little smugly at the way his muscles clenched as her pace sped up, the way his brows were furrowed in all the desperation.
When her name slipped from his lips again, it was less demanding, almost a beg. She'd had her fun. Was ready to give in when another word came from him, whispered and a bit wrecked.
“Please.”
A want suddenly so sharp and demanding shot through her yet again, to take care of him too, a pulse of desire that nearly had her moaning in response. Instead, V leaned back in, finally wrapping her lips fully around the head, takin' him into her mouth.
Vik's relieved moan was a little hoarse, curses and her name falling from his lips again when she took him deeper, bobbed her head and swirled her tongue along a vein.
She could taste him leakin' more against her tongue, licked it off just as quick with a satisfied hum, wrapping her lips just around the tip to give a long suck.
Vik's hand had tightened almost painfully at the back of her head, his hips givin' little aborted thrusts like he wanted to press further into the feeling but didn't want to choke her. V would be fine choking, had already decided it was the best way to go out actually.
She took him deeper, hand still pumping the lower half of his cock with one hand and digging her nails into his thick thigh with the other. She took him as deep as she could, feelin' the way the tip pressed into the back of her throat, let him sit there for a moment before pulling off completely to take a deep breath.
Her eyes were already waterin' a little, just for that. It had been a long time for her too, not just because of the coma but because she didn't prefer suckin' off grown men in a quick fuck. Didn't like the vulnerability and discomfort that came with it, but Vik was different.
Seein' the way his mouth dropped open in pleasure, the way he couldn't take his eyes from her face, and the way his hand smoothed over her hair so tenderly, none of it mattered as much as making Vik feel good.
V took him back into her mouth, breathed deep through her nose as she went down, down.
His tip nudged the back of her throat again, but she breathed through it, gagging for a moment before stilling and swallowing around his tip in quick succession. More tears sprang to her eyes, but Vik was murmuring praises, groaning and trying to keep his hips still.
V focused back on stroking him, speeding her hand up and bobbing her mouth until she could feel him tensing, his groans growing louder as she worked him up.
"Gorgeous. Feel so good sweetheart." Vik panted, his grip tightening to pull her back up off his length. She fought him for a second, moaning around his cock and more pleased than she should have been at the way he nearly choked her with the small thrust he couldn't stop.
He did pull her off then, as V caught her breath with a gasp, felt the cooling tears on her cheeks, still pumping him quickly. Vik's hips met her hand, helpless against thrusting back into the friction, more sounds rumbled from his chest as he got closer.
The hand clenched in his sheets moved to her face, palm pressing into her cheek and V leaned into his touch. His thumb found her lower lip, plump and reddened from the friction and smoothing over the swollen skin.
Vik's face was still tight with pleasure, hips moving faster as V leaned in again, head now entirely cradled in his hands and lazily lapped at the tip of his cock, rubbin' against her tongue with each thrust.
"I'm-" Vik started, but was cut off with his own groan. V pressed his hip down with nails dug into his skin, stilling his desperate thrusts to speed up her hand even more, twisting. "Where do ya want me to-"
"In my mouth, Vik." V assured with a little smile, before suckling on his tip to catch more of the precum leakin' out.
It only took a few more sucks, half a dozen more pumps before Vik's whole body was tightenin' up, muscles clenched and lips parted around a deep pleasured grunt as he came in V's mouth.
Her hand continued to stroke him, milking him while catchin' each spurt with a pleased sound, swallowin' all the bitterness down until Vik’s hand on her cheek fell to hers around him. It engulfed hers, tightened around it to stop the sensations as his chest heaved in exertion and release.
V wanted to tease him more, wanted to watch him writhe a little in overstimulation, but that could wait. For now, she lay her cheek on his thigh, watchin' the way he came down from it all.
The muscle and hair tickled her skin when she nuzzled against his thigh, movin' her cheek back and forth a few times. She shifted her touch down to his hips, rubbin' little circles like he did her, wonderin' if he had any aches too.
Her fingers dug into his skin, tryin' to mirror the way he massaged her muscles, as Vik blinked at the ceiling as if he wasn't quite back to reality either yet. Couldn't have that, despite V having been in nearly the exact same state not long ago.
Eventually Vik looked down at her again, tugging her up until she crawled over him, and collapsed on top of his chest in an exhausted heap. The wind was knocked out of him from the impact, and he chuckled breathlessly at the way she buried her face into his chest.
Could fall asleep like this, easy. They were both sweaty and tired. Delicious as Vik was, the taste in her mouth wasn't awful pleasant either.
She found herself bein' led to his lips anyway, his hands smoothing around her back as Vik rolled them both onto their sides, kissin' her breathless again into the mattress until he was half on top of her.
V brought her hands to his chest, pushin' him back a bit to get air back in her lungs, to scold him for tryin' to suffocate her again, but the words got lodged in her throat.
Vik was smiling at her, his eyes creased with happiness and a post orgasmic euphoria she'd like to see on him every night. Maybe every morning too. She wouldn't mind wakin' up early just to tell him bye with an orgasm, her treat.
She felt herself mirrorin' his smile, a little giddy and stupid with it.
"You still drunk?" V asked, raisin' a brow at his expression even if she looked the same.
"Dunno, probably. We need to drink some water, wash up." Vik answered, but his eyes were tracin' her face in a way that made her think that wasn't the main thing on his mind. Especially when they lingered on her lips.
"Gonna have to move to do that." V sighed, movin' her hands up around his neck to lace behind his head, toyin' with the chain.
"Don't wanna move anymore, huh?"
"Just did plenty of movin', does this count as physical therapy? I'm off the hook for the night right?"
Vik's chest rumbled in that pleasant way as he laughed, pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then the scar on her lip before pressing their mouths together fully again.
V hummed into it, releasing the chain in favor of sliding her fingers into his hair. Vik pulled away too soon, lookin' down at her with too much softness, too many emotions. V didn't want him to put the shades back on tomorrow, didn't want to think about tomorrow at all.
"So what do you want then?" Vik asked quietly. The question was heavy, loaded with so much more than the dreaded 'to move or not to move'.
V fell silent.
She wanted so many things. Always had, never within reach, never achievable. Even this, she feared, wouldn't be. Not for her, in all her wretchedness and hedonism, violent antics and lack of ethics. Vik had always been too good for her, was a decent man when she was a very indecent merc, was too stable and too out of reach.
She tightened her grip in his hair, felt his arms mirroring her, drawing her ever so slightly tighter to him.
He was within reach right now though, and her merc days were long behind her. Two years behind her, in fact. Maybe that would change, him bein' in reach. Maybe it wouldn't stay bein' true, but for right now it was.
V opened her mouth to answer, faltering. How could she put all that feelin' into words though? Tell him this was enough? For him to just keep holdin' her like this until he couldn't anymore?
Vik swallowed, the silence between them suddenly deafening. He looked like he had somethin' to say, even if V didn't.
"What do you want, Vik?"
The question had barely left her lips before the answer was tumblin' from his.
"Want you to come with me. To Frisco."
V stilled completely in his hold, eyes widenin' in surprise. Vik's blue eyes were a little glassy, but as serious as his voice.
"You really want me to? You sure?"
"Yes. Been thinkin' about it all day, ever since they told me."
She blinked quickly, tryin' to reason it out. Her? Movin' to Frisco? Not exactly a top ten destination spot in her book, but gettin' out of NC was lookin' more and more appealing every day. And movin' out of NC with Vik?
A slow smile began to spread across her lips. Vik seemed to untense as soon as he saw it, as if he had been preparin’ for somethin' else. He rushed to explain anyway.
"I know you're still tryin' to figure stuff out, V. I'm not thrilled about movin' outta my home either. But not livin' with you, gettin' to see you everyday when I get home...well, that'd be worse."
V chewed on her lip, still grinnin', eyes tracin' every mole and scar on Vik's face. "Wanna live with me that bad, huh?"
Vik huffed, squeezed her tighter for a moment against him before lettin' her breathe when she wheezed in protest. "If you're still willin' to stay with an old man, absolutely."
V hummed, pretendin' to think about it some more.
"Bein' taken care of, treated all nice, makin' me coffee every day...I dunno, Vik. It's a real imposition, this deal."
His smile turned a bit more serious after a moment, a hand comin' up to cup her jaw. Fingers tracin’ the contours of her face, made her think about when she did that to him. Just in case.
"Don't gotta give me a definite answer yet. Want you to really think about it. We got a couple more weeks to think it through."
V pressed her face into his hand, watching Vik with a real smile. Sure, she'd think about it.
Would think about how they were gonna decorate their new place in Frisco, at least.