Viktor Rom

Posted November 8, 2026

iktor had been walking in circles for almost an hour. The city streets blurred together under the late afternoon heat, and every turn only made him more lost. His shirt stuck to his back, his throat was dry, and his legs felt heavy when he finally spotted someone leaning against a lamppost near the corner.
The man was tall, sharp-featured, with pale silver-white hair that caught the light. He looked calm, almost cool, as if the heat didn’t touch him. Viktor approached, a little breathless.
“Hey… sorry. I’m completely lost. Do you know how to get to the old industrial district from here?”
The man studied him for a second, eyes lingering on the sweat at Viktor’s collar and the way he was slightly bent over, catching his breath.
“You’re wiped out,” he said, voice low. “I’m Wolf. Come upstairs for a minute. I live right there. You can drink some water and figure out the map before you keep walking.”
Viktor hesitated only a moment before nodding. The offer sounded better than wandering another block.
Wolf’s apartment was small and dim, the air-conditioning humming softly. Viktor kicked off his shoes and accepted the cold glass of water, drinking half of it in one go. When he looked up, Wolf had already pulled his own shirt off, tossing it aside. His pale skin was smooth, chest lightly defined, nipples tight in the cool air.
“Hot as hell out there,” Wolf said casually, unbuttoning his jeans next. “I’m just going to cool off.”
Viktor’s eyes followed the movement. Wolf stepped out of the jeans and briefs in one motion, completely naked, his cock hanging heavy and half-hard between his thighs. He walked over, still unbothered, and took the empty glass from Viktor’s hand.
“You look like you need more than water,” Wolf murmured, fingers brushing Viktor’s belt. “Sit.”
Viktor sank onto the edge of the couch. Wolf dropped to his knees between his legs, opened his jeans, and freed his cock. The first slow lick from base to tip made Viktor’s breath catch. Then Wolf took him deeper, mouth hot and wet, tongue working under the head while one hand stroked what he couldn’t fit. Viktor’s fingers found the silver hair, not pushing, just holding on as the heat outside seemed to vanish.
Wolf pulled off with a wet sound, lips shiny. “Turn around. Hands on the back of the couch.”
Viktor obeyed, heart pounding. Wolf spat into his palm, stroked himself, then pressed the head of his cock against Viktor’s hole. He pushed in slowly, steadily, until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch burned for a second, then melted into something fuller. Wolf set a deep, deliberate rhythm, one hand gripping Viktor’s hip, the other reaching around to stroke his cock in time.
“Fuck… you feel good,” Wolf breathed against his neck.
It didn’t take long. Wolf’s thrusts grew sharper, hips snapping forward. He buried himself deep one last time and came, thick pulses filling Viktor’s ass, heat spreading inside him. Viktor groaned, his own orgasm hitting a moment later, spilling over Wolf’s fist.
They stayed like that for a few breaths, Wolf still inside him, both of them catching their breath in the cool apartment.
Wolf finally pulled out, a slow trickle following. He handed Viktor a towel and his phone with the map already open.
“Industrial district is three blocks that way,” he said, voice calm again. “Or you can stay a little longer. Your call.”
Viktor looked at the map, then at the cum still warm inside him, and smiled faintly.
“Maybe five more minutes.”