Victor had most of Fisk's buttons undone by this point and was able to run his hands over him, one trailing over the side of his ribcage and down over his abs while the other found a place to rest on Fisk's chest. Just as muscular as he'd looked a year ago in the hospital room, Victor noted with gratification. He had always had something of a weakness for muscles. Between the exploration of Fisk's body and the ongoing heated kiss, Victor's cock had sprung to life beneath Fisk's hand. They'd better not be interrupted now.
Victor broke off from the kiss and opened his mouth to say something — the sort of talk that would edge them both closer — but realized he didn't know enough about Fisk's preferences to even start. He couldn't even start to ask about his preferences, because he didn't know entirely if this was something that Fisk did regularly or whether it was something that had only happened once or twice when he was drunk and someone was available. His enthusiasm seemed to imply the former, but Victor didn't really know.
"Faster," he begged instead, simultaneously slipping the hand that had been on Fisk's waist down below his belt line, to start to tease him. Cross the finish line and there's a prize in it for you.
Victor broke off from the kiss and opened his mouth to say something — the sort of talk that would edge them both closer — but realized he didn't know enough about Fisk's preferences to even start. He couldn't even start to ask about his preferences, because he didn't know entirely if this was something that Fisk did regularly or whether it was something that had only happened once or twice when he was drunk and someone was available. His enthusiasm seemed to imply the former, but Victor didn't really know.
"Faster," he begged instead, simultaneously slipping the hand that had been on Fisk's waist down below his belt line, to start to tease him. Cross the finish line and there's a prize in it for you.
Fabulous set by Lady!