it was embarrassing how fast lars made victor all desperate and begging for more. looking back at it, victor had been on edge ever since lars pinned him to the mattress, and again, when the younger agent had him pinned against the door. it was also rather surprising that he didn't blow his load all over lars' face when the other man finally got to his knees. little to no gag fucking reflex, too, apparently, and that made him even more perfect in victor's lust-addled brain. so perfect that the wrath agent could only go autopilot in his thrusts, breathing roughly through his nose and chest heaving in his attempt to make lars feel it, the way the tip of his cock brush against the back of his throat, the way the soft muscles on his throat gave way to his length. he wanted lars to lose his voice from the time they spent together and, well, victor had always been possessive like that, and the way lars handled him only made victor wanted the pride agent all for himself. this was probably his dick thinking and, suffice to say, it was all he could do at the moment.
victor didn't remember when his eyes had fallen shut. one time he found the piercing blue of lars' eyes watching him and the next thing he knew, there was darkness around him. his fingers were still wound through the other agent's hair, trying to keep him in place, to keep the thrust steady, but victor knew, from the heat coiling in his belly, that he was closer than he'd like to be. he was outright panting now, mouth falling open unabashedly, moans and groans falling from his lips with every thrust, completely unrestrained. "fuck, baby," victor murmured, the pet name slipping with ease, "you feel so good, fucking hell." prickles of pleasure traveled along his spine. some settled on the tip of his fingers. victor peeled his eyes open to glance down at lars, forcing himself to watch how messy he'd gotten the other agent, lips stretched wide around those pretty lips. "yeah." his voice had dropped into a whisper, slightly scratchy. "gonna blow my load down your throat, baby, fuck, i'm so fucking close."
losing control was never in victor's vocabulary, even before the experiment. he'd always had a tight rein over his instinct and now, over his power, and it fucking worked, he had an exceptional control over how much damage he wanted to inflict on someone. "fuck!" victor shouted, sending the light over their heads flickering wildly. orgasm hit him like a fucking freight train and, when victor delivered the last harsh snap of his hips before pouring down lars' throat with yet another loud groan, somewhere out there, lightbulbs popped. through the ringing of his ears, victor could catch the sound of glass pieces falling all over the floor. at the same time, his room went dark. it was eerily silent save for their ragged breathings that echoed in the room. "jesus fuck," victor spat, nearly sliding off the wall if not for lars' hands still holding him in place. his legs buckled under his weight. fucking weird, considering it had been decades since he last had an orgasm this intense. it seemed that anything involving prometheus would always be top-notch in intensity. "fucking hell, lars..."
Lose it. Surrender. All Prometheus wanted right now was to be the sole responsible for Victor’s inability to hold himself together. And all they were doing was… this. Having him down on his knees and claiming the other agent’s thick cock like he was some sort of greedy little slut – all for the pleasure of being the one to drive the other agent insane. He did not care about his own well-being. His jaw was aching but it would pass. The drool running past his lips and down his chin was annoying , yet he did not care. Only the sounds of slurping, grunting and flesh hitting flesh could be heard. And how fucking stunning did the other man look so close to fall into the deepest, darkest abyss? All because of him. Because he was giving Volt what he wanted and craved – a release from his stress and yet this was nothing more than a mere preview of what could happen if they were to meet again. A sample of how good he could make the other agent feel if he came back for more… because fucking someone on the first meeting was cheap. Why wreck their insides on their first encounter when he could drive them so insane that they would have no other option but to return for more? And he was doing it. He could feel the tension growing – not just because Victor’s body was becoming stiff with the impending orgasm but also due to the simple fact that he could feel it on his own skin. Static electricity? Almost like the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck were all standing up in attention – waiting for that moment when the world would fade into nothing and all Victor would know would be bliss. He was so close, now… his grunts, his curses, the way his hips met with his mouth – almost with selfish abandon to reach the peak. And when he did? Lights flared bright, and somewhere else, a lightbulb exploded. Lars closed his eyes to receive his reward for a job well done. And what a reward it was! Thick ropes of cum being shot against the back of his throat in never-ending succession, forcing him to greedily swallow everything like a parched man on a desert. Wave after relentless wave – inhaling harshly through his nose so he would keep drinking, swallowing, rejoicing in the older man’s orgasm until there was nothing more for him to drain. No more drops for him to claim to himself as his prize. With flushed cheeks, Lars kept his mouth closed as he slowly slithered his way back up. How he loved the wrecked look of a man who had just climaxed. The glistening skin due to their sweat, the smell of musk and sex so thick in the air that could be used as cologne, the still hard yet very sensate cock that he had now abandoned. Prometheus leaned in, brushing the tips of their noses together before going in for a kiss. And not just a normal kiss. A possessive, frantic, no-survivors-required kiss where he thrusts his tongue inside Victor’s mouth, forcing the other agent to taste the remnants of his own orgasm still on his mouth. Force him to taste his own seed as the kiss grew in passion and need – in hunger and lust. Sure, Volt had reached the proverbial Nirvana, but Lars was still quite hard with the entire scenario. And once the kiss was over and done with, all Prometheus could do was place a tender peck on the other man’s lips.
”Tasty.” Shamelessly licking his lips, Prometheus took a couple of steps back in order to fully undress – revealing his entire naked body to the Wrath agent without a fucking care in the world. It wasn’t the first time Victor saw someone naked. It wouldn’t be the last. “I’m going for a shower.” His gaze lingered on his own throbbing cock before he gave the other man a teasing wink. “I’d ask if you want to join but we both know you can hardly stand.” A training session followed by a mind-blowing orgasm? Yeah – he wouldn’t be able to move. “You are free to crash in my room if you need… but if you want to go back to yours?” Without much hesitation, Lars playfully kicks his disposed underwear in Victor’s direction: his black boxer briefs clearly dampened by his own pre-come. “Have a souvenir. Feel free to sniff it if you miss me.”
