[BL]Hunted by the God of Destruction-Chapter 286: Lovemaking

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Lovemaking
Victor’s mouth trailed lower, his tongue tracing a path down Elias’s chest, dipping into the hollow of his navel before continuing upward. Elias arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips as Victor’s fingers found the clasp of his belt, deftly undoing it. The sound of the zipper being lowered echoed throughout the quiet room.
Elias reached for Victor, his hands tugging at the waistband of his trousers, eager to feel skin against skin. Victor helped him, shedding the rest of his clothes with a speed that belied his previous teasing slowness. He stood at the foot of the bed, naked and proud, his body a landscape of hard muscles and smooth skin.
Elias drank in the sight of him, his breath catching in his throat. Victor was a vision, a god among men, and he was all Elias’s. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Victor’s hip, the curve of his ass before wrapping around the length of him. Victor’s eyes flared with desire, his hips bucking into Elias’s touch.
"Elias," he groaned, the sound a plea and a promise. "I need you."
Elias guided him back onto the bed, their bodies aligning in a perfect fit. Victor’s mouth found his again, their tongues exploring and tasting everything. Elias could feel the heat of Victor’s body, the hard press of his cock against his own, and he moaned into the kiss, his hips lifting to meet him.
Victor’s hand slipped between them, wrapping around both of their lengths, his grip firm. He stroked them in tandem, his thumb brushing over the sensitive heads, spreading the pre-cum that beaded there. Elias’s vision blurred, his body tightening as pleasure coiled in his belly.
He was close. So close. The pressure grew, a frantic, fluttering thing deep within him, threatening to burst.
But Victor stopped.
A frustrated, broken sound tore from Elias’s throat. ’
Why? Please, don’t stop.’
Victor’s voice was a dark chuckle, vibrating against Elias’s lips. "Not yet. I want to taste you first."
Victor moved before Elias could protest, his powerful body sliding down the length of the bed. His hands hooked under Elias’s thighs, lifting his hips, spreading him open. Elias felt the tightness coiling even harder and a fresh wave of slickness seeped from him.
Victor’s hot breath ghosted over his most intimate part, and Elias shuddered, his fingers twisting in the sheets. ’
Oh, gods.’
"So sweet," Victor murmured, his voice thick with want. "Your scent is driving me insane, Elias. I can’t get enough."
And then his tongue was on him. Not on his cock, but lower, licking a broad, flat stripe through the slick gathered between his cheeks. Elias cried out, his back bowing off the mattress. The sensation was powerful, a direct line to every nerve ending in his body. Victor did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him, and Elias’s hips twitched helplessly.
"Victor... I can’t..."
"You can," Victor growled, his breath hot against his damp skin. "You will. For me."
He delved in, his tongue pressing inside him, and Elias saw stars. Victor feasted on him, his tongue fucking into him with shallow, relentless thrusts. Elias was babbling, a stream of pleas and praises, his hands now buried in Victor’s dark hair, not pushing him away but holding him closer, begging for more.
The coil in his belly wound tighter and tighter. His thighs trembled around Victor’s head. He was right there, perched on the very edge.
Victor pulled back, his chin glistening. He pressed a kiss to Elias’s inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Now," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come on my tongue."
He sealed his mouth over Elias’s entrance again, sucking gently, and his thumb found Elias’s weeping cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts of his tongue.
It was all too much. The dual assault completely shattered Elias.
His orgasm surged through him, violent and all-consuming. His world shrank to a white-hot blaze of ecstasy. He shouted, his voice cracking, as his release shot over his stomach and Victor’s hand. Inside, his muscles clenched around Victor’s tongue, pulsating with the force of his climax. He trembled violently, waves of pleasure rushing over him until he was boneless and spent.
Victor gently lapped him, drawing out the aftershocks until Elias whimpered from oversensitivity. He crawled back up Elias’s body, his own erection prodding insistently against Elias’s hip. He kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on his tongue, the act so possessive it made Elias’s head spin.
"You are so beautiful like this," Victor whispered against his mouth. "Completely undone because of me."
Elias could only nod, his body still humming. Victor’s scent, that powerful, musky alpha scent, was all over him, coating and claiming him as thoroughly as his touch had.
Victor positioned himself between Elias’s legs, which fell open willingly. The head of his cock nudged against Elias’s well-used entrance. He was still loose, still slick from Victor’s mouth, but the stretch was still incredible as Victor began to push inside.
"Look at me," Victor said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Elias’s hazy eyes focused on Victor’s. The intensity there, the raw hunger, stole what little breath he had left.
Victor slid home in a single long, smooth stroke, filling him completely. Victor’s chest vibrated with a low, satisfied groan. He leaned down, bracing his weight on his forearms to keep Elias in. He didn’t move, just stayed buried to the hilt, letting Elias feel every inch of him.
"You’re mine," Victor breathed, his lips brushing Elias’s. "Every sigh, every shudder, every drop of slick. It all belongs to me."
He then began to move in a slow, deep, rolling rhythm that was very different from when they first met. Each thrust was measured, designed to rub against that blissful spot inside Elias with perfect accuracy. Elias mewled, his oversensitive body beginning to sing again, a new heat building low in his gut.
Victor’s mouth was everywhere, sucking a mark onto his collarbone, lapping at his scent glands, capturing his lips in searing kisses. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, skin sliding against sweat-slicked skin, their ragged breaths mingling.
"I can feel you," Victor gritted out, his pace increasing infinitesimally. "Getting tight again. So greedy for me. "I need to feel you come again."
His hand slid down, and his thumb found Elias’ swollen cockhead. Elias jolted, a sharp cry torn from his throat. The stimulation was almost too intense, a bright, sharp pleasure-pain that shot straight to his core.
"Victor... I... oh!"
"That’s it," Victor encouraged, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. "Let me feel it. Come for me, Elias. Now."
The command, laced with alpha power and pure desire, was the final push Elias needed. His second climax crashed over him, even more powerful than the first, a deep, internal convulsion that milked Victor’s cock. He screamed, his nails digging into Victor’s back as he was swept away.
Victor roared his release, his rhythm breaking as his knot began to swell. He drove in deep, past the point of no return, and Elias felt the incredible, stretching fullness as they locked together once more. Victor’s release flooded him, hot and endless, and Elias whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed.
They collapsed together, Victor careful not to crush him. His head dropped to Elias’s shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against his neck. Elias wrapped his trembling arms around Victor’s broad back, holding him as they were tied together.
The air was thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, of alpha and omega fused into one.
After a long moment, Victor shifted just enough to look down at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded and sated, but the possessiveness in them was undimmed.
"Again," he whispered, his voice husky with promise.