Page 86 of Halo

Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and rocked his hips forward. “Need it. Please.”

“I know. I’m going to take care of you. I’m always going to take care of you,” Victor swore. He lifted Oliver’s hips, urging him onto his toes so he could position himself, and when Oliver sat back down, the fat head of Victor’s cock caught on his rim. There was a stuttered pause, and then Oliver’s weight dragged him down, and Victor slipped inside. “Fuck. Fuck, angel. You’re loose for me.”

Oliver groaned as he rolled his hips in a circle, his face white-hot, body so fucking needy he felt like he was going to lose his mind. His cock was still trapped behind the tight fabric of his panties, and he wanted to take it out, but he also wanted to come in them.

“What do you need?” Victor asked with a ragged voice. “Tell me.”

Oliver grabbed Victor by the shoulders so he could lean back, putting his bulge on display. Glancing down, he saw a patch of wet, making the color go dark, and Victor licked his lips before he pressed the heel of his hand to the outline of Oliver’s erection.

“This?” he asked.

Oliver nodded, bouncing a little on Victor’s dick. His breath came out in a heavy rush. “Uh. Uh. Uh.”

Victor’s grip on his hips tightened, the strength in his arms making up for what he lacked in his hips. He guided Oliver’s thrusts, harder—faster—deeper. Oliver’s head was swimming as he raced to the edge of his control. He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into Victor’s shoulder seconds before he came with a muffled shout.

Victor only took a few moments of Oliver squeezing around him to follow, shoving one hand into Oliver’s hair and forcing his head up into a messy kiss. “Love you, need you, want you,” he gasped into Oliver’s mouth.

Oliver caught the words on his tongue, swallowed them down, let them settle just behind his sternum to live there forever. He would never give this up. He would die before that happened. His past had shaped him into the man he was, but the person holding him so tight, like he was afraid Oliver might fly away, was the person Oliver wanted to help shape his future.

He came down slowly, his heart pounding in his ears as he turned his head and gently kissed over the teeth marks that were no doubt etched into Victor’s skin. He rubbed his cheek on the fabric of his shirt and breathed in the scent of his subtle bodywash.

“I’msoin love with you,” Oliver murmured.

Victor sucked air through his teeth as his limp cock slipped from Oliver’s ass, and he tugged him even closer. A rough thumb grazed his jawline, and Oliver turned his head a bit more to look up into Victor’s face. “You mean that, don’t you?”

Every now and again, Victor sounded surprised—like he couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it. And it was something they’d probably have to deal with from time to time when one of them was feeling insecure.

With pasts like the ones they had—with the hard-won futures they were finally starting to carve out—it was just part of their reality.

Pushing up to sit, Oliver grimaced a bit at the wet spot in his panties. He had a spare set in his bag, but he’d be stuck with the smell of Victor all over him for the rest of the day. Something he both loved and hated because it was wholly and completely distracting.

Victor smiled a bit when Oliver pulled away, and he could feel Victor’s gaze on him when he stalked across the room and got his wet wipes and change of panties. Oliver did a little sashay for him because Victor loved to watch, and Oliver still loved to put on a show.

There were bits and pieces he was grateful to leave behind, but he couldn’t get over the profound knowledge that he was still allowed to be himself. That he didn’t have to pretend. That he could embrace all the wild parts that people had shunned him for.

“What are you thinking?” Victor asked as Oliver shimmied into his trousers.

Tossing the wet wipes to Victor, he propped his hip against the side of his desk. “A lot of things.”

“Name three good ones,” Victor said.

Oliver smiled and shook his head. “That I love you.”

“I love you too. That’s one,” Victor counted.

“That this was a damn good idea.”

Victor’s smile widened as he tossed the wet wipe into the trash and tucked himself back into his boxers. “That’s two. The third?”

Oliver swung his leg back over Victor’s and rested all his weight on his stiff, thin thighs. Victor formed a shape against him that fit so wildly perfectly Oliver wanted to stay like that forever. But he’d probably get fired, so he settled for a kiss and for murmuring against Victor’s mouth, “That I plan to spend most of my life making you the happiest man on earth.”

Victor took a breath, and he was so quiet Oliver pulled back to look at him. Their gazes connected, and Victor raised his hand, tracing a touch over the top of Oliver’s head. “Halo,” he murmured.

Oliver realized he was sitting in the sun, and he swallowed heavily. “Yeah?”

Victor’s mouth softened, and his fingers trailed to the crook of Oliver’s neck. “Yeah. My angel.”

“My pretty boy,” Oliver shot back.

Victor took him by the chin and kissed him again.

And again.

And if Oliver had his way, the kisses would never stop.

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