okegom fanfic translations

midnight kisses 3

Pulling himself up from Victor’s chest where he had been trailing his tongue, Satanick raised his face to stare at into Victor’s. The man’s cheeks were certainly flushed now, and sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead just like it had on his body. Satanick could attest to that as he licked his lips to reignite the flavor of Victor on his palette. He, too, could feel his own body beginning to sweat as he tried to hold back the insatiable craving to take Victor and make him his in the most intimate way he knew how.

“I’ll ask one final time,” Satanick whispered out, garnering Victor’s attention. The man lowered his chin to get a proper look into Satanick’s face from his position crouched over his chest. “Do you want me, Victor?”

….

How long had it been?

How long had it truly been since he’d been touched in such a manner? The usually stoic man honestly did not know. Time had no relevance at this moment as he could only concentrate on what was occurring right before his very eyes. His mind was too heavy; his thoughts could not focus. All Victor felt at this present moment was sparks of flame that raced across his skin and through every nerve in his body. Everything felt ethereal – floating on a cloud was a perfect way to describe it.

Rolling his head towards the right, Victor’s gaze could make out the brightly lit night sky. A crystal clear evening; no such clouds in sight except for the one that was taking him away out onto some unknown sea.

The trace of fingers once more sliding down his torso had Victor letting out a light moan as he tried to direct his thoughts into a more cohesive pattern. He was a man of science, or so he liked to tell himself. Logic and reason were critical in analyzing every angle in that field, yet deduction skills were certainly lacking in this realm. No amount of concentration was helping him navigate what was truly taking place. The harder he tried to fight the burning that was engulfing him, the more he felt himself sinking into the hot, vapory cloud.

Come to think of it, what was he doing…?

….

Victor’s eyes appeared to be unfocused as if he was lost in his own thoughts. Was he pushing him too hard? Satanick feared. This was wrong, wasn’t it – to take advantage of Victor at his most vulnerable time? He wasn’t thinking clearly, and neither was Satanick. The lust was still burning inside of Satanick, and his erection pressed tightly against the wall of his pants. In truth, he could feel Victor’s pushing against his pelvis, too….

“Victor,” Satanick whispered.

“Please,” Victor whispered back, his eyes closing.

Satanick could not believe his ears. Would the normal Victor plead with him? If he was not intoxicated, would he have even progressed this far? These thoughts filled him with a crippling fear that he could not stomach, but….

Victor gasped when Satanick’s hands began undoing the button on his trousers. His fingers brushed over Victor’s bulge encased in the fabric, and Satanick felt that his heart would pound out of his chest at this rate. Still, Victor did not force him away. If anything, he dragged Satanick closer, his hands gripping onto Satanick’s shoulders as his pink-hued cheeks practically glowed. The expression he wore was one that spoke of trying to tame oneself; Satanick could feel the tension in Victor’s pelvis region and the way he dug his fingers into his shoulders.   

Come to think of it, when was the last time Victor had been intimate with another…?

Of course it was none of his business; Satanick knew that. Yet he could not help but ponder just when was the last time Victor had given in to such pleasures? The only one he could think of that might fit that description would be the woman that Victor had called his wife….