"I'm already under you, you asshole." Elias said, more amused than annoyed.
Victor's mouth curved against his skin, the sound of his low chuckle curling warm over Elias's throat. "Not the way I mean."
Elias arched a brow, deliberately ignoring the way his pulse kicked. "Let me guess, you're about to give me the full, dramatic definition?"
"I was thinking more of a demonstration," Victor said, the words so smooth they almost didn't sound like a threat until his hand tightened on Elias's hip, holding him in place. "But I can talk you through it if you'd rather pretend you're not already thinking about it."
Elias's smirk was pure provocation. "You really can't stand not having the last word, can you?"
"Not when the last word is yes."
