— inside a third party’s office. @vxctorx

victor takes his rightful seat, large leather cushioning a perfect contrasting backdrop to the pale expanse of his skin. oliver situates himself at his heels, long searching hands smoothing up bare calves and thighs, eyes dazed in reverie. even with the distance in their figure -- the imbalance of their class -- oliver sees victor as pliant, submitting when his body lies splayed and beautiful. "you're so sweet, aren't you?" he wanders up each limb, rises to one knee, and nourishes victor with an enclosing grip. while sir trevor is away, ignorant to their rambunctious and indecent decisions, oliver takes his time kissing the muscles in his abdomen, the curve of his hip. he sighs wantonly, rests a cheek against his naked thigh, and with a holding stare, strokes him from root to tip. "so generous." his lips are parted, taunting with anticipatory sighs -- and the sadism doesn't slow even when oliver's fist rotates, twisting merciless around victor's cock. lifting from a brief lounging, his free hand slides then to the same inner thigh, and nudges it further, cupping the underside of victor's balls with a surprising bluntness. he coos, eyes deceivingly big and sweet. "you would give me everything, wouldn't you?"