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Nick's weight was nothing to his strength. The man's legs locked around him instinctively, heels digging into the small of Viktor's back. The new position aligned their bodies perfectly—cock against cock, skin to skin, nothing between them anymore.

Viktor rolled his hips, grinding against him. The friction tore a groan from deep in his chest. Despite having come twice already, he was fully hard again, his cock throbbing against Nick's straining erection.

He pressed Nick harder against the tree, one hand moving to grip his bare ass, supporting his weight. The bark would leave marks on Nick's back, more proof of this night, more ways that Nick would carry Viktor with him tomorrow.

With a low growl, Viktor hitched Nick's legs higher, adjusting his stance. The movement shifted Nick's weight, tilting his hips just so—and suddenly the head of Viktor's cock was sliding between Nick's cheeks, catching against his entrance.

The realization hit them both simultaneously. Nick's eyes flew open, meeting Viktor's with a look of such raw want that Viktor nearly lost himself then and there.

"God," Viktor growled, his cock pulsing at the direct contact with Nick's hole. "I could—"

He couldn't finish the sentence. His hips twitched forward involuntarily, the head of his cock pressing more firmly against Nick's entrance, not breaching but threatening to. He could feel the tight ring of muscle against his sensitive tip, the heat radiating from Nick's most intimate place.

Nick panted, eyes flickering with uncertainty for just a second. Then, that familiar smirk reappeared. "You're obsessed with me, huh?"

Viktor grabbed Nick's hips possessively, holding him close. He leaned in, breath hot against Nick's ear. "And what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

Nick's smirk widened. "Let's find out."

Chapter nine

Nick

Nick couldn't breathe.

It wasn't just the weight of Viktor's body pinning him to the tree, or the way his massive hands gripped Nick's thighs, holding him aloft as if he weighed nothing. It was what had just happened between them—what was still happening.

Viktor had kissed him.

Not as a power play or to shut him up, but with a hunger that matched Nick's own. Their lips had crashed together like they'd been magnetized, drawn by some force Nick couldn't name or fight. And Nick, who'd spent months telling himself he hated this man, had melted into it like he'd been waiting his entire life for Viktor's mouth on his.

That realization terrified him more than anything that had happened tonight.

"Viktor," he gasped as their cocks slid together, hot and slick. Every thrust sent sparks racing up Nick's spine, but it wasn't enough. Nothing seemed like enough anymore.

Viktor's strength was intoxicating. The way he held Nick against the tree, legs wrapped around his waist, making Nick feel simultaneously helpless and completely safe—it was a contradiction that made his head spin. Nobody had ever made him feel this way: challenged but precious, dominated but desired.

Then Viktor shifted him higher, and everything changed.

The head of Viktor's cock—that massive, beautiful monster that had just been in Nick's mouth minutes ago—slipped between his cheeks and pressed against his entrance. Nick's eyes flew open, a strangled sound escaping his throat. The pressure was exquisite, teasing, the sensitive ring of muscle tensing against Viktor's cockhead.

A shiver ran through Nick's entire body. That cock inside him.Viktorinside him. The thought should have terrified him—Viktor was huge, and Nick hadn't done this in... God, he couldn't even remember how long. But instead of fear, all he felt was a desperate, aching want.

"Yes," he heard himself say, voice shattered beyond recognition. "Viktor.Yes."

Something dark and hungry flashed in Viktor's eyes, something that made Nick's cock jerk hard between them. With deliberate slowness, Viktor raised his hand to Nick's face, pressing two thick fingers against his lips.

"Suck," he commanded, voice rough with need.

Nick didn't hesitate. He parted his lips, taking Viktor's fingers into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Viktor's. He swirled his tongue around the digits, tasting salt and skin, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks.

Viktor's pupils dilated further, his breath coming faster. "Good," he murmured, the approval sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through Nick's body. "Get them nice and wet for me, Nicky."

The nickname caused another unexpected flutter in Nick's chest. Nobody called him that, not even his family. From Viktor's lips, it sounded like both a taunt and an endearment at the same time.

When Viktor finally withdrew his fingers, they were glistening with saliva. Nick watched, breath caught in his throat, as Viktor reached down between them, never breaking eye contact. The first touch of those wet fingertips against his hole made Nick gasp, his body tensing instinctively.

"Relax," Viktor whispered, his voice gentler than Nick had ever heard it. "I've got you."

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