The tone of Fisk's voice when he said please and the presence of his fingers in Victor's hair was more than enough encouragement for Victor to move past his hesitation. He smiled up at Fisk one more time, half shy and half sly, then took him in his mouth.

One of Victor's favorite things to do in situations like this was to ask his partner to talk to him while he worked. He liked being able to read each small success into the way their voice hitched and wobbled as they spoke, rather than waiting for a telling moan. It made for more efficient work, too, which was important since he was usually only doing things like this in these sorts of situations, on borrowed time and risking interruption at any moment. He'd been too distracted by the unfamiliar shape of Fisk's cock to ask him to indulge Victor on this, though, and he certainly wasn't going to stop what he was doing to ask for it.

He kept one hand stroking Fisk as his mouth moved against him, pushing him towards climax as quickly as he could. After it happened, Victor kept his mouth on Fisk for a few seconds, caressing his softening member with his tongue. He looked back up at Fisk, eyes seeking approval, but he stayed on his knees. Some men wouldn't kiss someone after they'd done this type of thing, and he wasn't sure which sort Fisk was.

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