Victor didn't give him a chance to collect himself. The next push of his fingers was firmer, stretching him until Elias's breath caught sharp in his throat. His hips tried to lift, to seek more, but Victor's palm flattened against his stomach, holding him down.
"Patience," the alpha murmured, though his own voice was starting to fray at the edges. "I want you open for me."
Elias let out a broken sound, somewhere between a plea and a curse. Every movement Victor made seemed to thread deeper into the bond, winding it tighter until it was hard to tell whether the ache in his body came from the heat or from Victor himself. The couch felt too small, the room too warm, the air thick with the alpha's scent until it was all he could breathe.
Victor's fingers left him only long enough to shove his pants and briefs down to his knees, baring him completely. Then the shift of weight, the rustle of clothing, and Elias felt the blunt heat of him press against his entrance.
