Confessions Florian hadn't been expecting it at all when Viktor had pulled him aside that afternoon at the office. His voice was low and serious, his expression tense -- blue eyes full of something Florian didn't recognize and couldn't name. He thought, maybe, he might be in trouble again. Had he done something to upset his father? Florian had been doing his best these past few months to toe the line -- no coming home drunk after sneaking out and hitting every college party he could in Vista Rosa or Angel Heights. What could he possibly had done to fuck up now?
How could he forget it? It had been the first time he'd been rejected. Well, the first time he'd been rejected by someone he actually cared about. It had cut deeply and he'd thrown one hell of a hissy fit about it. Sleeping around, getting drunk at highschool parties, passing out at stranger's houses, picking arguments with his father... It had been a bad time for him. It had been a bad time for everyone around him. It hadn't helped that he'd just come out -- just dumped his fiance, just started really trying to figure out who he wanted to be.
Florian knows that the anger he's harbored over the rejection is more than a little bit unfair. He was barely sixteen at the time, after all and Viktor is -- was -- a grown ass man. He probably didn't want anything to do with his boss's spoiled, selfish brat of a...son. Their bodies are so much closer than they should be, he can feel the heat coming off Viktor's body, feel every rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. A little shiver of excitement chases down Florian's spine and the tiniest bit of hope flares to life in his chest.
Florian's mouth drops open and he stares mutely at Viktor in pure disbelief. There's no way he actually... He'd let himself have that tiny spark of hope but he had fully expected it to be entirely put out -- that this would be the moment when he finally gave up. Most of the men who were interested in Florian were usually...interested in him as an experience. Something to try once to "get a taste" of it, not people who really saw him as a person or an actual man.
Viktor cuts off Florian's accusations with an action that speaks in a thunderous roar compared to the softness of his earlier words: with a kiss. A thousand thoughts race through Florian's mind all at once but he can't hang onto any of them for more than a split second. None of them linger long enough to leave a lasting impression. The entire world has narrowed down to the scent of cigarettes and Viktor's cologne. Even in his fantasies, he hadn't expected Viktor's lips to be this soft. Even in his dreams, it hadn't felt like this. Florian melts into the kiss, his entire body relaxing against Viktor's. He had spent all of his teen years dreaming of this moment -- ever since they first met when Florian was thirteen years old. How could he not have fallen instantly in love with him? 6'2 with ice blue eyes, wide shoulders, angular features and long, sleek brown hair? It wasn't just the fact that Viktor seemed to check every box that Florian didn't even know existed yet that drew him in -- it was the way Florian's father trusted Viktor. That Viktor was his most trusted associate, that Florian's father trusted Viktor to keep an eye on his most precious possession: his thirteen year old "daughter". It was knowing that if Viktor was around, no one could hurt him. And being a closeted, gay, trans boy in Eastern Europe? How could he not want that kind of safety? Florian lets his lips part, wrapping his arms around Viktor's waist as they kiss. Viktor doesn't hesitate to slip his tongue into Florian's mouth, nor does he hesitate to press their bodies closer together. When they finally break apart, Florian is gasping -- his face flushed and his body uncomfortably hot.
Florian bites his lip, pushing down the urge to argue. He knew that was the truth -- he was four years into puberty and pre-hormone therapy at the time. He had been a teenage girl, everywhere it mattered anyway. Everywhere that anyone could see. And that hurt, a little bit -- to hear that was part of the equation. It shouldn't have, but it did all the same. He waits for Viktor to continue.
Viktor was the only person Florian wanted something more than a quick fuck from. Viktor was the only person Florian had ever had those sorts of feelings for -- maybe because he had cut himself off from the possibility of anything more with anyone else.
The words come pouring out before Florian can stop them -- all of those feelings he had locked away over the years finally breaking through the dam and washing over him and he has to say them aloud or he's simply going to explode.
--- By the time they get to Viktor's apartment, Florian can barely keep his thoughts straight, his mind racing with fantasies and possibilities -- things he wanted to do to Viktor, things he wanted Viktor to do to him... He practically drags Viktor through the door to his apartment, leaving flurries of enthusiastic kisses on his lips and on his jaw and on his throat, nearly causing Viktor to stumble as he tries to get the door closed.
Florian feels a little thrill pass through him when Viktor picks him up off the floor -- his heart fluttering in his chest. That was incredibly fucking hot.
As soon as they're in the bedroom, Florian is tossed onto the bed and Viktor follows him, pushing him down against the mattress and bringing their lips together in a feverishly passionate kiss. Florian returns the gesture with equal enthusiasim. Heat spreads through his body like wildfire, starting between his legs but quickly fanning throughout his entire being and making his head spin. He presses his body against Viktor's as they kiss, twining his fingers into Viktor's hair. His heart is racing in his chest, his breath coming in desperate gasps. Florian doesn't think he's ever felt quite like this before...
Florian stares up at him, feeling a mix of affection and unrestrained need. Viktor's chest is a patchwork of scars and tattoos. Florian knows what each means, what they say about the life Viktor had lead, the things he's done... The one that draws Florian's eyes the most, is the Madonna and Child lovingly etched forever into the Viktor's skin, right in the center of his chest, every line carefully rendered in now-fading, but still clearly visible. Florian carefully, almost reverently traces the lines of every scar with his fingers... Long, whip-like scars left by lacerations, the almost starburst craters of bullet wounds; thick, jagged, puckered lines left by stab wounds. This was the rest of the story of how he had gotten to his position within the family... And every letter of that story seems to make Florian want him more. He smirks, pressing Viktor back and pushing him down onto the mattress.
A sudden thrill passes through Florian, feeling Viktor's hard cock pressed against him. He grinds his hips against him, low moans catching in the back of Florian's throat as he does -- fuck, he could cum just like this, grinding his clit against the seam of his jeans. He stays like that a bit longer, riding the sensation of pleasure as he slips his tongue into Viktor's mouth, breathing harder, heart racing. Florian moves down from Viktor's lips, kissing the hollow where his neck and shoulder meet, leaving flurries of kisses over his chest, kissing along every one of those long, thin scars. Ocassionally, Viktor breathes in sharply or groans and Florian feels a shudder pass through him. Fuck. He can't get enough of those sounds, can't get enough of knowing he's responsible for them. He already knew what he was going to do, but he's more determined now, the idea fully solidified in his mind and the only thing he wants is to hear more of those little pleasured noises. Eventually, Florian's kisses trail over Viktor's belly following the thin trail of hair that disappears into his pants. He's straddling one of Viktor's legs now, his hips still rocking against him, still feeling that sudden jolt of pleasure every time he gets the angle just right... He's breathing hard and covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Florian swallows hard once he's finished and finally gotten Viktor's cock freed from his pants... He feels his face go red and he feels a little thrill of nervousness. Viktor's cock is a lot bigger than Florian had been expecting.
With a heavy sigh, Florian wraps his fingers around the shaft of Viktor's cock, reveling in the feeling of it twitching beneath his fingers. He tightened his grip, slowly pumping the shaft before he brought his lips to the tip... He is a little bit intimidated, he can't lie about that. But he wraps his lips around Viktor, groaning softly... And drawing a soft, appreciative noise from Viktor's lips. His hand drifts down to tangle itself in Florian's long, white-blonde hair -- keeping him in place. Florian moans, the taste and scent driving him absolutely fucking wild. He wants more -- he needs more. He takes a bit more of Viktor into his mouth, tracing every inch of him with his tongue... Florian continues to grind against Viktor as he takes the other man deeper and deeper into his mouth with every pass of his lips until the head of his cock is smacking against the back of Florian's throat with every bob. He almost gags, suckling eagerly on Viktor's length. Florian deeply enjoyed this feeling -- the sensation of a rock hard, throbbing cock in his mouth, pressed against his tongue, hearing the noises of pleasure his partner made... And Viktor isn't letting Florian down at all in that department; his breath coming in more sharply, groaning and giving Florian breathy words of encouragement.
The praise makes Florian's cunt burn hotter and makes his clit even harder. He can feel it throbbing in time with his pounding heartbeats and it makes him squirm with desperation. Florian hasn't ever wanted anyone this badly before -- he's never felt this much need for another person. He wants Viktor in a way that isn't just physical, it isn't just the way his cunt aches, it isn't just the way he desperately wants to feel Viktor inside of him... He feels that need for him in his chest -- in his heart, in his head. Florian needs and wants Viktor in every way he possibly can. When Viktor suddenly pushes Florian back, he looks up at him with confusion. Had he done something wrong? No -- looking at the expression on his face, the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, the flush on his cheeks. No, he had been doing everything very right.
He gets Florian's shirt unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest. Florian had gotten lucky with puberty -- his breasts barely even swelling to a B cup and he barely felt any need to bind... And rarely did so. His small, soft breasts are covered in a fine layer of hair that's just as light as the the hair everywhere else on Florian's body. His fat, puffy nipples are a pale pink against his translucent skin -- his piercings catching the light and glittering ever so slightly. Viktor lets go of Florian's wrists and Florian wraps his fingers around one of Viktor's.
Viktor doesn't hesitate, following Florian's instruction and causing the smaller man to groan, his head falling back against the bed as Viktor roughly groped Florian's tits -- squeezing them hard, pressing them against his ribs and digging his fingers into the flesh.
It was practically heaven -- every touch made Florian grow hotter, made the heavy ache between his thighs grow stronger. Viktor's mouth is on his throat now, on his collarbone now -- his lips are on Florian's breast now, his teeth closing on the tender flesh, drawing near-screams from Florian's lips.
By the time Viktor peels off Florian's jeans and boxers, the young man's cunt is practically an oil slick -- his clit swollen and hard, peeking out from between his swollen, puffy lower lips. Again, Florian takes Viktor's hand, guiding it to the place he wants touched -- to where it would feel best.
The orgasm crashes over Florian like a tidal wave and his mouth is open in a silent scream as his back arches, his whole body seizing. His thighs are soaking wet now, a torrent of clear, sticky cum gushing from his cunt. Viktor kisses his cheek and he can feel the way his lips are curved into a smile against his skin.
His heart is hammering in his ears, his entire body still on fire with need. Viktor's hands are Florian's knees and he parts his legs -- Florian takes Viktor's cock again, guiding him... He draws in a sudden sharp breath when he feels the tip of his cock brush against his lower lips. Florian bites down on his lip, another strangled cry caught in his throat when, finally, Viktor thrusts into him. His movements are gentle, deliberate, careful and fucking heavenly. It feels so fucking good. Not just because Florian felt like Viktor was going to split him in half (but that is it's own source of bliss) but because he had dreamed of this moment for so long -- because finally, he had the man he'd been in love with for the last six years inside of him. With every surge of his hips, Viktor buries himself deeper in Florian's cunt, groaning softly.
Viktor's voice sends shivers down Florian's spine and he pushes his hips upward into every thrust. Once their hips are flush, Viktor holds there for a long moment -- just savoring the sensation of Florian wrapped around him. Florian squirms -- he had never felt someone reach so deeply inside of him before, he had never felt so very full. It's almost uncomfortable.
Viktor grips Florian's thighs -- his thrusts more like deep grinds as he starts moving his hips, appreciating the way Florian's pussy grips him tight, how his cockhead nestles against Florian's cervix.
Viktor doesn't keep him waiting anymore, slamming his cock into Florian's waiting cunt with a groan -- fucking him hard, without any hesistation and drawing cries of pleasure from Florian's lips. Every thrust reaches so deeply inside of Florian that he can see a faint bulge in his belly every time Viktor bottoms out inside of him and it's like fucking heaven. He can't get enough of this moment, can't get enough of this feeling.
Florian didn't think Viktor could go any deeper -- didn't think there was room in his body for more but... the way Viktor thrusts into him when his orgasm hits forces the tip of Viktor's cock even deeper into Florian's body, making him scream again, some mix of pain and pleasure smashing into him... He hasn't cum this many times in a row before and the third makes white lights pop before his eyes and makes his head spin. Viktor collapses on top of him, breathing hard and Florian's death grip on the sheets finally loosens as the last aftershocks of his orgasm pass. His cunt is still spasming but he's pretty sure he's about to pass the fuck out.
And it does. It more than suits him fine. It's all he could have hoped for. |