Xander's taste and smell fill Viktor's senses, over and above the passive scent of wildflowers and grass. The rustle of breeze through bushes and trees is as soft as the warm air against his face. Xander's thick beard tickles him a little-- coarse, but well-groomed enough not to be unpleasant, almost soft.

Viktor exhales a soft hum as their mouths lock further together, his tongue just as tentative as it finds the other man's, the brush of it stoking a bit of heat in his gut.

He always requires an intellectual and emotional connection before he feels comfortable doing anything like this. And while he had that with Rolan, the tiefling had been the one to push things forward physically, a bit too fast for Viktor's taste. Alternately, here he feels in control of what's happening, like he can be the one to drive it forward or pull back. That sense of agency makes it easier for Viktor to tell what he wants. He wants Xander- a little urgently, but mostly deeply, tenderly. He likes the doctor a lot- his kindness, his intellect, his gentle caring nature- and he wants to let him know how he feels through this action, this deep kiss.

So his tongue presses in, more certain, exploring Xander's mouth more fully before he breaks the kiss gently. He lingers there, their foreheads touching, and looks into Xander's eyes.

"I am quite fond of you."