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It was a very odd situation for both of them. They didn't know how or why it happened but before they could ever process the situation their bodies were pressing together as if their lives depended on it.
A body. Two bodies. Nothing weird for either of them. Usually Aesop was the one doing the "dirty" work but this time watching wasn't enough for the blond one. He is usually just sitting behind Aesop while he does his embalming work, sadly people always resist so the ending is the same. But today was different. He was getting near.
And near.
And near.
So near that Aesop could feel the beating of the other heart at his back. If it were anyone else it would be disgusting but since it was the only living being he developed some kind of affection for, it was nice. Weirdly good. His insides were acting as weird whenever Victor interacted with him in any way and his hands started feeling numb and shaky. A little bit inconvenient for this mission but was worth it.
Aesop was a methodical person, calculating even the smallest movement, but he was still unable to understand Victor. Even less when he felt the other's hand holding his own and guiding him on how to make a more beautiful cut, gettin better reactions in the face of the person in the floor. He was so enchanted over the small contact that when he less noticed they exchanged positions. He was the one watching while Victor did the whole work.
It was so disturbing and feral, almost animalistic, just to get the most type of reactions of the living thing on the floor. Completely opposite to his silent way of dealing things. So uniquely different that Aesop couldn't stop thinking that it was...
Beautiful.
A piece of art created by an even more beautiful person.
His heart was racing so fast, breathing so deep as if the air was fire. And knowing that they were in the house of the victims didn't help.
Before he could understand this new feeling, his lips mashed against the postman, as if his life depended on it. The sudden harshness was as if trying to flatten and destroy Victor's mouth, which responded by pushing him with the same passion and forcing his tongue inside Aesop. Neither was passive or awkward, being guided by their instincts.
Lips were smashing again and again, with a passion so big that nothing surrounding them was important. Not anymore. Not even those bodies losing their warmth slowly.
Even if it was the first time they felt this way towards anyone, their body arched for more. Every thought stopped when the postman sucked his tongue in between kisses, sending a shiver to his lower part, groaning and mimicking the same just to hear the other. Alive people are so loud and his head hurts just by thinking it, but the moment he heard Victor's soft and low gasps something inside him snapped.
Being so distracted over everything made him notice just now that he was against a wall, switching position from time to time violently, a thing both appreciated. It was a fun game between two predators, for who ate who first. He could feel how the postman's body was well built, beautifully balanced. God, he was truly perfect, wasn't him? He holded the postman's waist, going slowly down until his hip, exploring the end of the red jacket and moving up again, playing with the warm and very alive skin under it. Not much time passed until both of them started touching the other above their clothes with hunger and force.
Looking from outside, if it wasn't from the kiss, it could pass as them fighting. That was such the nature of their relationship. It wasn't aggressive, it wasn't movements with hate. The only thing it was is the freedom of their instincts and knowing the other accepts them as what they are. The smell and bodies would make anyone sick but for the duo it was part of the excitement. Soft moans and heavy breathing filled the room and the blonde's bloody hands were touching his back and hair, separating their mouths to breathe and biting the other. A leg was between both of them, creating a friction, increasing the temperature of the room.
Unable to control their breathing, gasping was the only option left. His heart was beating so fast. What was this? Why was he so excited over a human being? But Aesop stopped caring and overthinking the moment he felt a hard thing against his own crotch. He may not have experience in any type of human interaction but he was not dumb neither innocent. He knew what was happening and felt as happy to know that the other was enjoying this as him.
It feels so nice, it was incredible another being could make him feel as if he was in a paradise. He put his hands in Victor’s ass and pushed him to the front, making both of them moan. Finally, they stopped kissing but it was not that much time until he felt Victor’s teeth in his neck, biting as if he were a hungry dog. He squished without any kind of shame the others ass even harder and moved his hips quicker, gaining a soft moan from the blonde boy.
From the frenzy of the moment he didn’t notice when Victor used one hand to touch his ass and in between and used the other hand to touch his chest. He wanted to explore the other even more but he didn’t have enough time for it.
It was too hot.
It felt so good.
He was truly at his limit.
They grinded a little bit more until both felt as if trails of fire invaded their body. Only their heavy breathing were heard in the room while doing the last pushes of their bodies.
Then Aesoip kissed Victor tenderly, a very uncommon action from him but not as much when it was Victor.
Being by his side was truly the most beautiful thing in his life and he couldn’t stop thinking that he was, for the first time in his life, in love.