He makes me wait until the movie is done.

Until the credits are finished rolling across the big screen and mostly everyone except for a couple stray people have filed out of the theater and dumped their trash into the already overflowing garbage can pushed next to the exit. He makes me sit quietly while he tucks me gently back into my pants with one last teasing stroke before pressing a kiss to my temple and gesturing for me to stand.

I’m shaking, trembling with need, and almost completely taken apart from being so close to the edge so many times for what had to have been over an hour. Absolutely wrecked past the point of speech and cognitive ability as my hands twitch and my knee bounces with pent-up energy.

“Victor.”

My eyes snap upward, eyelashes damp with unshed tears and red bitten lips parting wordlessly as I duck my head obediently and try to stand, placing my hand in his outstretched palm and shakily managing to rise onto my feet.

I almost preen at the smile I receive when I do, shivering with pleasure as his hand is placed warm and heavy on the nape of my neck, thumb sliding under the soft band of leather as a pleased hum rumbles through his chest; I can feel it happen since I’m leaning against him so heavily.

The whispered ‘good, you’re so good’ almost makes me sob, mind hazy and pliant even though my body is clamoring for release, dry mouthed and eagerly frantic to do whatever he wants so he would allow me. Anything.

I love -and hate- being here, in this mindset and moment with him. Completely out of control because he has all of it and holds it so easily, acting as if it’s so simple to know every part of me. To be almost one in this headspace of order and obey, tell and do, praise and receive… yes, nothing could ever be simpler. And I really can’t see myself being -or doing- anything else.

The only discomfort is the energy coiling tight and needy within my core, oh so ready to be let loose and catapult me into the heavens of hazy sharp pleasure and euphoria that is distinctly unique to these interactions alone, a place where I feel everything and nothing simultaneously; a beautiful entanglement of coherency and wandering.

It’s a wonderful feeling.

“Focus, Pet.”

I blink. A small noise of recognition whimpering from my lips as I press needily into his chest, a little lost and a lot desperate as I press my forehead in the crook of his neck, cooling my flushed cheeks and calming slightly with the additional contact.

He moves us, crooning softly in my ear words that I won’t remember until much later after he’s fast asleep and my insomnia wakes me from my exhaustion, leading us into the car and then back to my apartment as he guides me to my knees and I keen softly; blood pumping quick through my veins once again as I sink easily into the position.

It’s as easy as breathing, one breath in and I’m gazing adoringly up at the man I… love.

One breath out and he’s stepping up close so I can nuzzle against his hand, another breath in and he’s brushing his fingers feather soft against my cheek, breath out slowly so I can press kisses to the palm of his hand as he continues to shower whispered words of adoration down upon me.

We walked hand and hand so easily into this, whatever our connection might be it was so effortless, not even a struggle to consider as he reached out his hand and offered, and I reached back without question.

Safe.

He was safe.

Only a couple of days and I’m already considering forever. Looking forward to forever for the first time in…

“Color?”

“Green.”

My voice sounds dreamy even to my ears, utterly relaxed and comfortable as I nip at his fingers, moaning softly when they press against my tongue and guide my mouth slightly open, gaze facing upwards so I can watch his face and mouth pliantly slacked following his instruction.

I almost shiver as he hums approvingly, murmuring another ‘good’ at my obedience as his eyes stray down to the collar around my neck, his fingers flexing the slightest bit as a pleased sort of smile pulls at his lips.

I close my mouth around his fingers, sucking at them leisurely and pressing forward so they slip as far as they can go, teeth biting teasingly at his knuckles as I suck pointedly on him, giving an impatient noise that comes out more like a whimper than anything else.

“Do you want something, Victor?”

He asks, all smug smirks and stupidly handsome cheekbones; all of which earn my teeth digging a little harder into his hand, along with a roll of my eyes of course.

I've waited long enough, too long in my opinion and he didn't get to liking -loving?- me because I was patient. Well… I am pretty patient when he makes me be, but that's neither here nor there; absolutely irrelevant that I let him. *Waves away denial*

"Ghut on wugth it."

I garble around his fingers, feeling saliva drip down my chin as he withdraws his hand and undoes his pants instead, thankfully not commenting on the way my eyes light up with eagerness and I lean slightly forward in anticipation.

"Suck me then."

He most certainly doesn't have to tell me twice.

My fingers wrap easily around his length, firm and warm and heavy in my hands as I swallow the excess moisture gathering in my mouth, letting what new saliva comes pool on my tongue so he can go easy down my throat.

Yeah, I give great head, thank you very much.

I love the way he sounds when I take him in my mouth, soft breaths and closed eyes and lips parted as if he has to control himself; holding himself back from letting anything too wild loose.

I haven’t managed to ‘free the beast’ so to speak quite yet, not that I’ve been dissatisfied or any stupid thing like that, trust me, I’m just fine.

But he hasn’t gone wild yet, hasn’t let the fire hiding just beneath those scorching looks and sizzling fingertips out to play quite yet and I’m so ready to experience the blaze. I’ll roast myself on those flames of passion just as soon as I can get to them, heck I’ll make a bomb of a s’more and let everything get sticky. Heh.

“I have a feeling you’re not focusing, Victor.”

He muses, fingers winding in my hair and gently pushing my head further down; making a little tickle of a gag tease in the back of my throat that I ward off with a few deep -well, deep considering the circumstances- breaths, my eyes staying trained to his as I make a show of gripping his hips and relaxing my throat so I can slowly swallow him down.

It has the desired effect. (Of course it does.)

A low groan of appreciation rumbling free from his chest as his thighs tense beneath my fingers, his hand tightening minimally in my hair and causing it to prickle with awareness; a quieter, answering moan answering from the back of my throat.

I keep the momentum of it and hum, knowing that it will feel amazing for the person receiving and preen smug as I feel him twitch on my tongue, arousal coiling tighter as I anticipate his release.

A rush of bittersweet on my tongue, a gorgeous symphony of sounds sounding out above me and an almost too tight grip as his fingers lock at the roots of my hair. A rasp in my voice to prove a job well done when his hips thrust forward to herald his release, a moment where I’m completely filled with him and forced to just take it all.

“I’m… almost… Victor-”

The moment I’m waiting for -gagging for (I’m so funny)- comes -heh- not a moment too soon, everything I predicted and more as his fingers slip down my hair and rest heavy and possessive at the base of my neck, pointedly over the collar and proudly rubbing his thumb ever so gently underneath the leather, tender and sweet with a softly but clearly spoken ‘I love you’ and oh-

I feel the build up kept at a boil only just contained inside me burst forward, a rush better than any drug flooding through my system and hazing over my mind as I moan brokenly around him and spill my release into my pants.

Definitely not one of my finest nor proudest moments but I don’t even care.

Those words and those hands and that voice, his arms pulling me close and whispering words of encouragement and praise into my ear as he wipes himself from my lips carefully; whispering those words to me enough so they form a warm blanket around us as I curl into his chest and just let myself float. Drift up in a cloud of contentment and satisfaction, up and up but not away; I don’t want to leave him for a second.

It feels like we’ve been in this -this us- forever since our time together is so easily spent, touching and talking and arguing; a perfect dynamic of give and take that bred happiness and energized more than it drained.

How could I ever want anything else?

Why would I want anyone but him?

I smile softly, exhausted on all fronts but peaceful and utterly at ease as I lean up and hook my arm around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss so I can say some words of my own; my other hand unconsciously finding the lock pendant warmed from our activities where it rests against my neck.

“I love you too, Chris Hendrix.”