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Victor and Stephon had fallen into the habit of spending quiet nights together in the living room whenever the rest of the guys were out. They had finally came to terms with the fact that they were too ‘mature’ for clubbing with the rest of the guys despite being nearly the same age and youngest in the dorm.
Neither of them could really say when it had became their thing, or how their friendship had shifted into something softer, more private. All they knew was that it was a secret meant only for the two of them and nobody else.
A few years earlier, not long after Keldon had introduced them to each other, Stephon had opened up to Victor during one of their late night conversations when they being left out of activities. Being new adults surrounded by… older adults and living far from home in a crappy apartment just by their college had started to wear on him in ways he didn’t fully know how to explain. Victor understood more than Stephon expected him to without even being able to explain his situation correctly.
“I don’t know, I just wish I could disappear into a headspace where nothing matters sometimes,” Stephon had admitted quietly one night. His cute shy voice always seemed to get a little stronger whenever Stephon was like that, all embarrassed and Victor couldn’t help thinking it was just the sweetest thing ever.
Nonetheless, Victor hadn’t laughed or brushed it aside for any reason. Instead, he told Stephon that they would figure out ways to cope together, small comforts, distractions, anything that made the weight feel a little better. Unexpectedly, Stephon was so much more sensitive than the rest of them when it was just them two. Victor found out more about Stephon that he would not have expected from him at all. That night became the first of many honest conversations between them.
Watching movies curled up on the couch together had been one of those comforts. Victor softly massaged the back of Stephon’s head. Stephon laid his head on Victor’s lap and kept snuggling against his hand, but still, he wanted to be so much close than this. Closer than humanly possible. He closed his eyes and covered his face in Victor’s thighs, taking in a deep breath just to smell him. Victor stopped his movements and looked down, tilting his head to try to see Stephon’s hidden face.
“You okay?” Victor hummed, already knowing what he was up to.
He quickly remembered Stephon’s mindset and the honesty in his confession about being a “puppy.” Victor hadn’t fully understood the concept at the time and honestly thought it was a joke at first, but he didn’t push or question him. He simply acted as though he understood and later did his own research in private. He never thought this would be something he’d take an interest in. Although he still wasn’t the best at it yet, he was willing to keep trying just to make Stephon feel better.
Stephon only nodded, shifting his body to sit up. He nuzzled his nose against Victor’s chest like a puppy then nudged the top of his head on the crook on Victor’s neck. Little noises from the back of his throat came out, offering soft whines to try and convince Victor to do something. Anything.
Victor grinned as he cupped the Stephon’s cheek. “Want me to get your collar, Steph?”
Stephon nodded eagerly again. That was a nickname only Victor called him when he went into this headspace and God, it made him melt so quickly. It rolled out of Victor’s tongue so well almost as if he was meant to say it. The name used to be something people called him to tease him but for some reason when Victor said it, he couldn’t resist blushing.
“Alright, stay here angel.” Victor pet Stephon’s forehead and stood up, jogging to his room and rummaging through his memory box where the collar would be safe. He had bought it as a small surprise for Stephon on a random weekend when he went to visit his mom. But to Stephon, it meant more than everything to him.
Stephon sat on his knees on the couch, staring at where Victor was sitting only a few seconds ago. He only looked up when Victor walked back into the living room and jiggled the simple black collar, making the silver castle shaped name tag stand out. His face lit up, shifting in his seat as Stephon got closer.
“C’mon off the couch, Steph” Victor softly snapped his finger and pointed to the ground. If it were anybody else, Stephon would have considered this embarrassing and weird. But it was Victor Wembanyama so he listened and crawled off the couch.
When Victor went on his knee to see Stephon eye to eye he smiled. “What do you want to do now, Steph? Want me to put on another movie?”
Stephon leaned closer, “Wanna go to sleep.” He mumbled quietly against Victor’s shirt. It smelled like him. Like his cologne that never left his clothes no matter how much he sweat or washed his clothes.
That’s what Stephon loved about Victor. He was just unapologetically him. He wasn’t a douchebag or never pretended to be anyone else even when people were around, or when he began to get popular, he always stayed behind with Stephon when he asked. That’s why he was most comfortable with him. He always thought it was the age thing, given that they were the only ‘young’ ones but the closer they got, it was revealed that they were both just practically a copy and paste of each other just in two different bodies.
Victor let out a little huff out of his nose and Stephon could practically hear his toothy smile. He didn’t really care for how stupid he looked and how vulnerable he was being as long as it was with Victor.
“Let’s go, before the guys come home and see my puppy.” Victor scratched the back of Stephon’s ear with his finger tips and that seemed to get a soft chuckle out of Stephon because of the no pet policy in their complex. He nodded and followed behind Victor towards their small shared room. Victor closed the door behind them and locked in just in case anyone were to come home early.
Once they were inside, Victor turned on their night lamp and Stephon climbed into bed. Victor’s bed. It was a lot softer and larger because of Victor’s height, they couldn’t remember the last time they had actually slept in Stephon’s bed or Stephon in his own bed. Before Victor got to lay down, he removed his pants then helped Stephon take his off to leave him in his pleaded boxers. It didn’t have any deep meaning, really, except for the fact that their room always got hot at night and they’d wake up sweating. Keldon and Devin argued that they should get the room with air conditioning since they were older while Victor and Stephon were stuck with a shitty store bought fan. So, it was just nice to make it easier on themselves by removing what made them sweat the most.
Stephon lifted his arms up and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, practically asking Victor to remove his shirt without saying a word. His eyes were as big as boba, and still, he didn’t really smile even as a puppy.
“Want me to take your shirt off?” Victor pushed, holding onto the hem of Stephon’s shirt but not doing anything. “You have to use your words, Steph.” He was sure that even without the irresistible French accent, Victor's voice would still sound angelic.
Stephon swallowed hard, suddenly overcome with nerves as he stared blankly at Victor, waiting for a response. He knew he could do this, but every word he wanted to say always seemed to get stuck in his throat. What Stephon didn’t understand was why he suddenly felt so unbearably hot. Sure, the air conditioning wasn’t working right now but he was fine just a second ago. His eyes drifted to Victor’s outstanding lean chest, in hopes of staring at anything but Victor’s face because maybe that would help him speak.
It didn’t. Not even a little. Victor was so tall and lean, his brown skin almost glowing. Stephon could go on forever about how beautiful he was, or how unbelievably lucky he felt that Victor had chosen him even during his most vulnerable moments. Victor had been growing his hair out, and it had reached the perfect length. Stephon couldn’t stop looking at him. There was something so soft about him like this, all long limbs and a quiet, patient personality. He looked like a baby deer, and it made Stephon's chest ache with affection.
“C’mon, puppy, speak.” Victor said quieter this time, interrupting Stephon’s thoughts. He hooked a finger on the collar and lightly tugged. He too suddenly felt a tingle his stomach just by seeing Stephon all flustered, cheeks a light pink shade. It suited Stephon’s perfect face, especially with his whole attempt at looking more “tough”.
“I…I wanna,” Stephon stumbled over his words like a dumb dog, “Can you touch me?” He asked shamelessly and too quickly, eyes flinching in embarrassment.
Victor was a little visibly taken aback. This whole puppy play, role play, whatever Stephon considered it to be thing had never gotten this far. He attempted at keeping a calm face while knots formed in his stomach and his breath got heavier. He wasn’t sure if this was how things usually went, but he didn’t mind. Not one bit. Stephon was simply irresistible, and those big brown eyes silently begging were impossible for Victor to ignore. Victor swallowed hard.
“Yeah,” he said, nodding a little too eagerly. “Lay down.”
Stephon obeyed without hesitation, easing onto his back as Victor settled onto the edge of the bed beside him. Tilting his head, Victor watched quietly while Stephon fidgeted nervously with the sheets beneath his fingers.
When Victor looked further down, Stephon was already visibly hard. He palmed Stephon through his boxers, slowly rubbing until he began to whimper desperately. One of Stephon’s knees bent up and Victor shifted closer to him, lying onto his side.
“Talk to me, Steph.” Victor slipped his hand under the fabric, “Were you a good puppy this week?”
Stephon nodded confidently, his brows furrowed in pleasure. “Y-yeah.”
“Really?” Victor tightened his grip around the base of Stephon’s dick, causing his hips twitch. He looked at the outline the fabric made all around Stephon’s dick and it was practically enough to make his mouth water.
“What about hmm… Tuesday?”
He saw Stephon’s body tense up, bringing one of his hands up to his mouth in embarrassment. He covered his lips with the back of his fingers like a shameful kid who’d just been caught. Victor shook his head with a grin, pulling Stephon’s boxers down to his ankles.
Victor was referring to the useless argument he and Devin had about the dishes. Stephon started it, but he kept denying it while muttering curses under his breath. So when Victor tried to comfort him, Stephon rudely pushed him away and slammed the door in his face. Victor remembered that moment and saved it for an occasion like this. It was almost like blackmail, though in reality, he didn’t really care and only wanted to tease Stephon about it.
He began to slowly stroke Stephon’s dick, swiping his thumb over the slit to spread the precum that oozed out. Stephon kicked off his boxers and shifted his legs wide apart, deliberately rolling his hips into Victor’s warm hand.
“Hm?” He pushed the idea.
“M’ sorry,” Stephon muttered with what seemed to be a sorry voice. “I’m not a bad puppy.”
Victor flicked his wrist, “I know, angel, I’m just teasing you.” He laid next to Stephon and slid his other arm under Stephon’s head so he could use it as a pillow then reached his hand to grip his jaw, forcing him to look up at Victor, making an attempt at a comforting kiss but it turned out to be way more sloppy than expected. While he did that, his pace on his wrist grew quicker.
Stephon interrupted the kiss by opening his mouth, moaning into Victor’s mouth and jerking his hips. His body twitched at the knots coming and going in his stomach.
“Who’s my good puppy?” Victor whispered and wiped the saliva off of the corners of Stephon’s lips with his thumb.
“M-me,” Stephon said a little bit too loud.
Victor stared at the swear forming all over Stephon’s collar as it barely moved with the shaking of the bed cause by his hand and Stephon’s twitching. It made a soft jingle sound and for some reason, Victor found that so fucking hot.
A warm sensation formed in Stephon’s stomach when Victor softly fondled his tip, unintentionally making a wet sound with his precum. Stephon turned his head to moan into Victor’s chest, his body threatening to flip over from the overwhelming pleasure. Seeing Stephon like this, ears a bright red, breathing heavily into Victor’s shirt, it only gave him ideas. Stephon helplessly held onto the hem Victor’s shirt, tightly gripping it.
“Fuck my hand.” Victor said firmly, stopping his hand to appear more serious and reassuring.
Without a second thought, Stephon desperately thrusted his hips into Victor’s hand. He was in a frantic need to cum, so, of course, he was willing to do anything even if it meant to hump like a dog. That’s what he was into anyways.
Victor stared at Stephon’s hips rolling in a way that almost made him look like something meant for a museum display and not his bed. His body moved in a rhythm Victor didn’t even know was possible. Victor softly squeezed Stephon’s neck. If he was really going to act like a dog, this should be more than great, right? Victor’s gaze kept switching between his buried face and ethereal hips, unable to decide which one was sexier. Fuck, even his whimpers were sexy.
“F-fuck, fuck!” Stephon groaned in relief while his grip tightened and body twitched as he came onto himself and Victor’s hand. His movements stopped but Victor took it into his own hands to continue rubbing gently on Stephon’s tip until his body couldn’t take it anymore.
"Vic—s-stop..." Stephon breathed, though the protest lacked real conviction. His body still twisted under Victor’s touch, fighting half heartedly before giving in completely.
Victor finally let go of Stephon giving him time to catch his breath. Victor stared blankly at the semen running down Stephon’s stomach, mixing with his sweat and genuinely feeling out of breath himself just by looking.
“Look at you.” He brushed Stephon’s warm cheek lightly with his knuckles before sliding his arm out from under his head and grabbing a few tissues to wipe his other hand. “The collar still okay?”
Stephon nodded, “Mhm”
It was hard when Victor cleaned Stephon’s stomach because every touch felt like fire on his skin. When his high began to wore off, he instead began to feel awfully sleepy. Every time he tried to keep his eyes from shutting, his head fell to the side in defeat. When Victor got up to throw away the tissue, Stephon tried sitting up but he ignored the thought and shifted to face the wall.
As Victor came back to bed, he chuckled staring at Stephon’s naked and tired body practically dozing off.
“C’mere, I have to take this off if you’re gonna sleep.” Victor rolled a sleepy Stephon over and unclipped the collar to avoid the guys coming in to borrow something then see Stephon with a collar. “Stay.”
He rummaged through Stephon’s side of the room to find clean underwear and once he finally found one, he slipped them onto Stephon carefully. He didn’t care for a shirt because Stephon always ended up waking up without one anyway. Victor stored the collar deep in his underwear and socks drawer this time before crawling into bed with Stephon before he dozed off.
Victor nuzzled his nose on Stephon neck, placing an annoying amount of kisses on his face and neck.
“Want me to sleep with you tonight?” He wrapped his arms around Stephon’s waist and hugged him tightly.
Stephon lazily grabbed onto Victor’s hand, interlacing their fingers and brought the back of Victor’s hand to his mouth. He pressed them against his lips without saying a word and Victor took that as a ‘yes’.