Little Fox (Completed)

Chapter Nine

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"You are sure this is okay?" The question was one which Victor was surprised by. He glanced up from where he kneeled on the pillow granted to him in the middle of Cade's room, noticing the look of concern on the older male's face. Cade had been doing everything he could to help Victor grow more comfortable and it was a nice reassurance.

"Yes, sir." Victor was surprised to find there was no waver in his voice as there normally would have been. He knew he was in a vulnerable position in front of Cade, yet he did not feel afraid as he would if he were with Shawn. He was kneeling in the first position, his legs spread as much as his jeans would allow. The shirt he had been wearing was discarded, something which seemed to please Cade as he admired the male from where he leaned against the bed, his arms crossed in front of him.

"You know your position well." Cade had not missed how Victor had immediately slid into the first position with a single command. His back was perfectly straight, his hands resting on his knees while upturned. His head had originally been down, but Cade had requested he lift it for the time being so he could study his face. Victor's cheeks dusted in color, but he gave a small nod.

"I am accustomed to it." He admitted, though it was not surprising to Cade based on what he had seen of Shawn already. Cade gave a small nod and pushed off the bed to approach him with ease, reaching out to brush his fingers along Victor's chest.

"So pale." He chuckled as his fingers slowly trailed his body. He placed his palm under Victor's chin, slowly tilting the male's head back. Victor's eyes fluttered shut at the touch, enjoying the soft touch as Cade's thumb slowly brushed over his lower lip. His lips parted and a soft pant left him at the slow, sensual touch. This was nothing like what he was used to; Cade seemed to be taking his time. His fingers were light on his skin, seeming to explore him. His thumb ran across the chapped lips, admiring the content look on Victor's face.

The boy seemed to have been made to be a submissive. The way his eyes immediately fluttered closed at his light touch, his head tilting obedient just as Cade desired. And those damned lips which parted at his touch as though willing to accept whatever Cade desired to place against it. One day, Cade had to remind himself. One day, he would claim everything of Victor's as his. He would erase the touch of his previous, vile dominant and replace it with his own. He intended to mark Victor in every way he possibly could, even if it meant coating every inch of the boy with his cum. There was no question on if he would mark him as his and his alone, the only question was when.

The sight of Victor sitting in a perfect first position, his back straight as a board with his legs spread as wide as his pants would allow, pleased Cade. More than that, the sight of his content face and parted lips sent heat pooling in Cade's lower half. It would be a challenge to resist his little fox, but he would do everything he could to wait until the younger male was ready. Even if it meant he could only admire that content look without acting on the urge to have his submissive service him. Patience, he had to remind himself. Patience and Victor would be his once he felt safe. Safe and ready.

"Sir," the title was a soft pant in Victor's lips and Cade released a low chuckle as he studied him. Though he was caught off guard when the male's lips clasped around his finger. It took him by surprise, his eyes watching closely as the younger softly sucked on his thumb, his tongue darting across his skin like a feather. His dick twitched in the confines of his pants at the sight and his eyes flickered down to Victor's crotch. There was no denying the tent in his pants as his eyes opened slowly, lidded, and staring at Cade with content.

"You are stunning, little fox." Cade breathed as he removed his hand from his chin, instead trailing it down his pale chest and lower until his index finger ran down his crotch. His movements earned a jerk from Victor he released a low whimper, a pant leaving him. It was interesting to see how sensitive he was; Cade would be sure to take advantage of it in the future.
"And sensitive."