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"So how should we do it?" Robin asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden. A faint tremor rippled through his voice as reality began to catch up with desire.
When he came to Victor's room, wearing almost nothing, he hadn't thought his plan all the way through. All he assumed was that he was going to seduce Victor, but the weight of intimacy was something else entirely. The closeness, the rawness it was terrifying.
"How would you like to do it?" Victor asked, his voice strained and eyes hooded. There was a pull in his tone, a fraying at the edges that told Robin he wasn't the only one trembling.
"Maybe I should go on all fours." The words came out hesitantly, almost like a question.
"All fours?" Victor asked with a hint of amusement behind his voice. The slight curl of his lips made Robin's cheeks heat.
Robin nodded.
"Maybe not for the first time. I want to be able to look at you."
Robin blushed. "Why?"
"Because I want to see you. I want to see your eyes change, your lips redden, your cheeks flush when you feel me close." His voice dropped to a whisper, coated in want, the kind that seeped under Robin's skin and made it hard to breathe.
"I don't think I will be able to look into your eyes. It would be too much for me."
"You trust me, right?" Victor asked. His hand was steady, but there was a quiet yearning in his gaze.
"I do but..."
"Shh... there is nothing to be shy about. Just focus on us," Victor said, pulling Robin's t-shirt up his body tentatively, exposing his skin inch by inch while keeping eye contact that made Robin squirm. Every graze of Victor's touch felt like embers licking over his nerves, goosebumps rising in their wake.
"Raise your hands," Victor whispered.
Robin obeyed, letting Victor remove the shirt.
Victor's eyes raked over his bare skin, lingering with reverence. The heat in that gaze was almost unbearable, as if Victor's eyes were hands too, branding every part of him.
"My turn," Robin murmured, unbuttoning Victor's shirt with fumbling hands. Victor didn't help, only watched him with patience, indulgent amusement in his eyes. Robin sighed when he finally got it off.
He couldn't stop being amazed at Victor's body, strong like iron clad in silk. There was a masculine sensuality in the way those muscles moved. Robin brushed his fingers across Victor's chest, down his abs, tracing the lines as if they were a sacred script. He could spend his life learning every inch.
"For how long have you wanted this?" Victor asked quietly when Robin confessed his fascination.
Robin blushed, embarrassed but unable to lie. "Since the initiation. I tried to be appropriate, but I kept thinking about you."
Victor took his face in a gentle hold, his thumb brushing the corner of Robin's mouth. His voice was low, unsteady with restraint. "And I prayed for the strength not to claim you the first time I saw you. I was afraid of how strong my need was."
Robin's chest tightened at his words. "Do you feel the same now?" he asked, almost trembling with dread and hope.
"No," Victor said, the word dropping like a stone, and Robin's heart sank. But then Victor's eyes darkened, and he added in a hushed growl, "The feeling has only magnified a thousand times."
Heat scorched Robin's cheeks. Before his courage could falter, he kissed Victor. The kiss was rushed, desperate, carrying all his hunger, his confusion, his need. Victor responded immediately, threading strong fingers through Robin's hair, tugging him closer, deepening the kiss until it turned wild, stealing the air from Robin's lungs.
Victor's lips left only to trail down the column of his throat, lingering, inhaling, tasting. His devotion left Robin shivering. When Victor finally looked up at him, smiling a devastating smile, Robin knew he was undone.
"You drive me mad, Robin," Victor whispered against his skin. "Mad enough to lose myself."
Robin straddled him tentatively. "Is it going to hurt?" He asked, shivering. Fear and anticipation churned in his gut. He knew this was the moment, the threshold he had never crossed.
"Maybe a little, but only the first time. I promise to be gentle."
"Okay, go on," Robin whispered. He braced, his breath quivering, his body taut with nerves.
Victor leaned in carefully, his strength muted by restraint. Robin felt the pressure first, strange, overwhelming, almost unbearable in its rawness. He groaned, his body seizing at the intrusion, the sensation sharp and burning as if something deep within him was breaking open. His chest heaved as the pain swallowed everything else.
"Sorry, sweet, there was no other way," Victor whispered hoarsely, sweat beading on his brow as though the effort cost him more than he could admit. "Do you want me to stop?"
Robin never thought he'd say it, but he nodded. The pain was too much. His body wasn't ready.
To his surprise, Victor didn't rage. He didn't force. He withdrew immediately, his face strained but his actions filled with quiet care.
"Is that normal?" Robin whispered, horrified by the small streak of red on the sheets, shame flooding his cheeks.
"I think so," Victor said softly, though uncertainty wavered in his tone. "But I can confirm with Arthur."
"No!" Robin snapped, panic sharp. "I'll ask Kyle. He's an omega. He would know."
"Okay." Victor's tone gentled, conceding. His presence shifted, no longer that of a predator, but of a protector. "I'll go wash up. You don't move."
When he returned, he carried a wet towel. Without a word, he knelt by Robin, and with quiet patience dabbed the blood, each touch so tender it made Robin's chest ache. He rinsed the cloth, returned, and cleaned his thighs and legs until the trembling eased from his body. Then, with effortless strength, Victor lifted him into his arms, carrying him to the bathroom. He lowered him carefully into the warm bathwater, the heat enveloping him like balm.
"This should help with the pain," Victor murmured, his voice low, steady.
Robin's heart ached, not just from the sting in his body, but from something more profound. From the terrifying, undeniable truth that he was falling in love madly, irreversibly, and deeply—with an Alpha.