[ viktor's noise hits different when his prostate is pleasured, a roiled crest of his gripe an exceedingly difficult tease to not chase after— but jayce waits. he waits until his thighs return to their quivering not because he's exhausted— but because he is at an anxious predisposition to bolt, buck and fuck viktor straight into eden.
his love loosens the reigns, sets him free— and right where he savors himself the most is where jayce's hands slide between his legs, squeeze the flesh of his legs and nearly meets his own encircling fingers when gripping to hold viktor's pelvis in suspension. ]
Fasten to me, [ he beckons with sugar coated urgency, dips viktor toward his chest where he may plank his hands, or his torso, whatever would help to steady his balance when jayce drives himself inside him. the single slam becomes a candenced pounding that his not exactly tender to love making— it is hard, animalistic fucking. lustful sex and wicked need that catered to the raw feeling they've endured for months on end that could split his partner open if there were no end.
jayce's brows permanently wrinkle at the bridge, his gaze a foggy, half lidded dive into a release so close. his jaws rub slack against viktor's shoulder to stiffle how loud his frantic whines (and slamming) have gotten, but neither would really be deafened. the height of his crying reaches its highest pitch after a growing chant of ohs and viktors embellish his home from the inside out.
hopefully no one was snooping around at this hour, indeed. ]
[ Viktor's hips twitch out of rhythm, trying to both chase the callused warmth of Jayce's hand on his cock and the slick wet heat filling him. He's a creature of greed, thirsty for every last drop of Jayce that he can get his mouth on, hungry for something he fears can never be fully satiated. This night may come close, but he'll never lose the appetite that's been awakened and could only hope to be satisfied by Jayce Talis.
Continuing to ride the throbbing cock inside of him, he looks down at Jayce with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Gone is the cool, detached facade he'd somehow managed to maintain for so long—all that remains is Viktor, laid bare for his partner to take. His hands cover all of him, thick fingers and wide palms and it feels like he has more than just two as they set his skin ablaze.
It doesn't take any more coaxing for him to drop down against Jayce's chest, his body feeling sluggish from exertion and pleasure and the weight of his want. He slides his arms around Jayce's ribs and up beneath his shoulders, fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase as he continues to move his hips. The first thrust up into him nearly knocks their heads together, the force of it scooting Viktor up before he feels himself get pushed back down. Manhandled, and he loves it, loves that he's driven Jayce to this point of carnal need.
Panting in time with the thrusts as they force the breath out of him and he sucks it back in with each slide out, he tucks his face against the crook of Jayce's neck and bites down. It's harder than he'd probably do it normally, but he's so lost in the heat of the moment, the pleasure they're sharing, that his canine teeth sink into the skin. He tastes iron and comes with a startled gasp, back bowing beneath Jayce's hands and come spilling into the crushing heat between their stomachs. ]
[ sharp pain shoots through jayce's shoulder that amounts to a raucous grunt, but somewhere along the assimilation of the deep bite there was a stinging expedition of how gratifying it felt. the final stroke. so closely intertwined for him, dolor and delight— it doesn't interrupt jayce. it propels him right over the edge they'd climbed together with crashing, mind-blowing impact.
jayce doesn't think, like the worst of his transgressions, and latches his jaws onto the dangerously glaring curve of viktor's collarbone that connected to the meat of his neck. jayce sinks his teeth and howls with the ecstacy of release, burying himself in to the hilt as he spurts a load within viktor that felt even more amassed than the first of the night. it sends his body into a tremored convulsion, blissed out and tense jaws going slack against the immediate bruise he's made, slavered and cardinal with the intense passion of his love.
a mass of sweat, heaving chests and thumping hearts, jayce feels the stickiness of viktor's seed spread between them, his own beginning to dribble from the tightness of their sex. the musk settles like mist and he could still not care less, embracing his love in hulking arms and ride out the fatigue of an amazing aftershock, his hips shivering inward and out in a sluggish drawl to pump out remaining juice still in him. ]
Oh . . . Oh, fuck. Oh . . .
[ he whispers into the plastered hair so close to viktor's ear, squeezes his nose into a recovering burrow and just breathes, stuck between quiet huffs and garbled i love yous in viktor's name. ]
[ Vision going white, a vignette of black creeping in around the edges, Viktor is pulled firmly back into his body as Jayce bites into him. It redoubles his pleasure, hips bucking between chasing the friction between them to milk his orgasm and the urge to push down impossibly farther on Jayce's cock to feel him as deeply as possible. He's a mess of sweat and come and blissful tears that leak from the corners of his eyes, and now he'll have his lover's teeth marks to wear proudly as a brand of their love. Viktor feels like the luckiest, most spoiled wanton creature on the planet.
Murmuring Jayce's name over and over again, his accent curling around the precious syllable and drawling out the vowel sound, he returns to the bite mark he'd left on Jayce's neck and runs a soothing tongue across it. ]
I love you. [ He laughs and then sighs, out of his mind from the pleasant aftershocks still twitching through his body. ] Fuck, I'm so in love with you.
[ said with a breathy laugh, spreading his smile wide. the rest of him is flagging, including his cock, but he's not entirely ready to move. now they really needed a wash, so if they could delay that next sequence, it was terribly alright with him. jayce could look into viktor's golden eyes for eons and still see galaxies in them, deciding to do just that whilst carding caked strands of brown away from his eyes, and this mouth! and his face, so he could kiss it— but jayce becomes distracted, especially by the color that tugs at his attention.
his blissful gaze takes a nosedive to concern when he sees the evident marks of his teeth on viktor's neck. even the gap was there, bright red and in a wide crescent. ]
Oh, no— [ his fingers touch, soothe— while his brows pinch for a completely different reason. his gut feels like ice at the realization that— that shouldn't have happened, but, shit it did and he was totally out of it. it's going to bruise like a punch. ] Fuck.
[ Viktor hums as he melts across his lover, legs falling to either side of him and arms wrapping around his neck. He wants to stay close, dreads the moment that Jayce will leave him empty, eager to burrow into this warmth and sleep for days. The weight of his lover's gaze is like a physical touch on him, and he looks up to meet it and get lost in the hazel depths. He wants to wear that color like a brand, like proof that he loves Jayce Talis and is loved by him.
He's so lost in thought that the change in Jayce's expression hits him hard, wondering what it could be that would jolt him out of this pleasant afterglow. Surely he wasn't having regrets, not after two glorious rounds. Had he forgotten something important? It's not until Viktor feels gentle fingers on his neck that he even thinks of the bite as something that might cause worry. ]
It's okay, it doesn't hurt. [ And by that, he means that it hurts the perfect amount in that way that will linger with him and remind him of all they've done tonight when he sees it in the mirror tomorrow. ] I wanted it.
[ jayce's lips spasm with soft amusement, and he sighs out, through the nose— of course he knows the feeling, he wears a mark now, too. a mirror of each other, in leg brace and now in lovebite. it is the kind of sweet, sweet ache to have as fine reminders of their first wild night, and jayce wouldn't want it differently. the pad of his thumb gently circles around the sore indents, knocking their heads together. he'd be fine, showing his. there'd be some gossip but nothing compromising to his "name" when he wasn't from a rich house and never would be. but . . . ]
[ The rough callus of Jayce's thumb makes Viktor shiver as it rubs over the bite, his neck craning in the opposite direction to expose the column of his neck like he's ready for more. He doesn't care about someone seeing it, would invite the interaction in fact—Viktor was wanted, had someone who hungered for him enough to bite, possessive enough to mark what was theirs. ]
You can't be serious. [ He's smiling as he says it, leaning up to kiss the worried knot of wrinkles between Jayce's thick brows. His partner is so sweet when he's concerned, but it's unnecessary. ] I'm older than the usual marrying age, I'm sure my parents will be thrilled to see there's hope for me yet.
[ it looks . . . a little inflamed and, if it's anything like his, delightfully sore. jayce sighs at being kissed, pressing his lips together and rubbing his hands over viktor's arms, over his back— and down to his legs, and feet. the kink in his brows is soothed a touch, but still giving him wrinkles he probably shouldn't have yet. ]
Even if it's me asking your hand?
[ he'd always . . . be a little worried about that. it's not his world, he can only watch how it was like from afar, so— of course he'd be worried about what essentially amounted to ruining viktor's life. he could lose everything if his family was cruel enough, and jayce wouldn't be able to provide the same amount of wealth. he could make just enough to survive and live humbly. and with family debts on the way towards payment, he can finally save.
[ Viktor basks in the touch of his beloved, stretching and bending to bring more skin within reach of those big hands. He could spend the rest of the night like this, slowly and patiently mapping each other's bodies, but he knows that a bath is probably in their future first.
Before anything else, though, is the concern and uncertainty still tugging at Jayce's lovely face. He continues peppering kissed across it, at the lines at the corners of his eyes and where his beard begins and the plump bow of his lips. ]
Jayce, my heart. [ He smooths his hands up to cup Jayce's face, brushing his thumb through his beard in loving strokes. There's no reason to reassure him of something that he doesn't know, variables like his parents' reactions that he can only guess at. He does believe that they'd be happy for him, and it wasn't as if Jayce were completely destitute nor a terrible match. Still, he can promise him one thing. ] Nothing will stop me from marrying you. I'll leave all of this behind to be with you if I have to.
[ jayce knows he's never had so much love lathed on him and never will again if he's apart from viktor. kisses, names, words and caresses fill him up with an overwhelming happiness. it's no wonder he has so many wrinkles at his age, with the amount of expression he bears no matter the moment: this time, his eyebrows curve for a different reason. rather than worry that scrunches them up, it is an awed flavor of loving disbelief. he doesn't even know what to say, his lips apart but no words upon them. ]
I . . . [ he hopes it doesn't come to that, but— jayce, still fumbling with his words, traces a line down viktor's prominent cheekbones, down to his chin, where he can rest his index and thumb between flesh. the gap closes, to be rewarded with a tight smile and wet eyes. to be so loved was a blessing. to be tangled in limbs and musks and the sweet, sticky result of that love was . . . beyond words. ] I swear to make you the happiest man that could exist.
[ Viktor has had so much love to give and never the right person to lavish it upon. He never considered himself romantic, nor even all that interested in love to begin with. Perhaps it was a subconscious awareness that he was waiting for his soulmate, that there was no use trying with anyone other than Jayce. How could another compare to the man he shared another life with? The one that made him see color and feel like starlight ran in his veins? At times, Viktor feels like he can't even begin to return the love he feels tenfold when he's with Jayce, wrapped up in his care and passion.
Smiling at how gently fingers run across his face, reverent, he leans in to kiss at the wetness in the corners of Jayce's eyes. ] You already have, Jayce. Even when I was foolishly pining for you, every second was better than all the years before.
[ jayce cannot contain his need to kiss the dark bow of viktor's lips, a chaste press that is shortened only for him to speak between their mouths, a secret he's told no one. ]
You have no idea . . . How much better it was, for me.
[ jayce had dark times that sat on the headers of his previous journal entries and his rigid, unfriendly appearance at first glance on this property. he remembered starting his labor here laser focused and irritable, thinking the "young master" was nothing more than a snobby brat. oh, how he was wrong. he was no brat— viktor was a beauty. he was no snob— he was humble and brilliant. ]
You showed me how much life is still worth living.
[ Returning the kiss, keeping it chaste but by no means devoid of love, Viktor nuzzles his face against Jayce's jaw. He wants to burrow into him and never leave, to make a home out of his heart and live there in the quiet warmth of their love. Perhaps it's cold of him to say that he'd forsake his family and all that he knows, but for Jayce, it would be a small price to pay in comparison to the agony of losing him.
The confession makes him pull away enough that he can look up and into Jayce's eyes, those mossy wells of intellect and humor. Maybe he's reading into the words farther than he should, but they prompt him to lift a hand and smooth the hair back from Jayce's face. ]
[ viktor has jayce's undivided attention, his mind open and his eyes probing. it is— quite a gloomy post-coital topic to edge into as they laze and around and bask in each other's cum after something so blissful, but at least, jayce isn't falling into a hole. he looks— at ease. open and ready to exchange small affections as they're being given. a little rub against the lobes of his ears, kneading fingers crawling behind viktor's neck, massaging the base of his scalp.
viktor gives him calm. ]
I guess it's not the first time you save me, is it?
[ it's a little weird, as it always has been when they come, but— it makes jayce snort in a chuckle. he felt so young in that memory, embarrassingly angry only because he didn't know what to do, hadn't expected company when he was teetering on a ledge. viktor was pretty young, too— snappy little tongue, softspoken and a way with words.
he'd been waiting for him all along, and jayce's big hazel pools can only glisten with a vast, endless gratitude as he presses his lips to the mole under his eye. ]
[ It's still unnerving to discover new bits of knowledge, old memories resurfacing like shells on the beach revealed by the slow erosion of waves. Jayce stands on a precipice, looking out over a city Viktor only knows through flashes like this. He looks like a breeze could push him over the edge, feet ready to tip him forward if not for Viktor's interruption.
He doesn't dwell on the image, pulling himself back forcefully to the present where Jayce is safe and sound in his arms. Humming under the little affections lavished upon him, Viktor steals another kiss. ]
I'll always fight for you.
[ Sighing softly, he tucks his face against Jayce's neck and presses gentle kisses to the lovebite he'd left earlier. He's debating within himself if he should explain that he'd meant he knows not because of the memory, but because of his own experiences in this lifetime. It's a grim subject, though, so he tucks it away to share some other time when he doesn't have so much skin to discover. ]
[ jayce's gratitude comes in presses and perfect nuzzles. he has no idea— but he would talk with him all night if he did. share in the worst of each other just as mu h as their best, because why else would they be together? he too, would fight for him. kill for him. do . . . unspeakable things for him.
but they had the sweetest of explorations and delights to still indulge in. present matters that mattered the world for each other. jayce cradles and pecks at the side of viktor's exposed cheek to him, shivering at the touch to his raw bite and thinking: he's going to love seeing it in the mirror, just like the prize of scratches on his back. ]
[ Viktor basks in the way Jayce makes soft noises and shivers gently beneath his touches. It's so empowering to know he has this effect on a man as big and strong as Jayce, the kind of power that he would never abuse. He vows to only ever use this precious knowledge for good, for spoiling his partner and making him feel like the most loved man in history.
Groaning a little at the thought of leaving the nest they've built, Viktor hooks a leg over Jayce as if that would be enough to stop him from moving. It's a good idea, unfortunately, and it doesn't mean that their fun is over for the night. ]
Only if we take a bath. I don't think I could stand for long.
[ jayce laughs, low and rocking with viktor's body, wrapping his arms at his hiked leg, his back, and handling him with a quicker tug to surprise him a kiss to his neck. ]
The only possibility I'd take.
[ after all this? his leg was a wobbily wreck, and it wasn't something quick he wanted to get through, either. he wanted to relax with his love, sit there in warm water and share the suds with him for the first time. everything, cherished. it was going to be another fun activity he was looking forward to.
gently, jayce begins to move, and guides viktor with him. ]
I'll make it worthwile.
[ they may have to alternative their steps to support each other, though. they have big brains. it should be fine. ]
[ As much as he wants to fight the movement, Viktor allows Jayce to begin peeling them away from the bed. Rolling towards the edge makes him realize just how filthy he is, and as he stretches his legs out in front of him, he fears for the future of the blanket they'd lain on. ]
We might need to change the bed, too. [ Standing and focusing all of his weight and balance onto his left leg, he feels the mess left inside him start to leak down the insides of his thighs. It makes him shiver, the sensation not unpleasant but leaving him colder than before. ] I hope the bath is big enough for us both.
[ might? jayce murmurs, in good humor as he slides behind viktor arms around his waist before scooting over to his side, weight on his right leg. he'll wait for viktor to take a step, steady himself on his arm like he would his crutch, before jayce did the same.
anything still leaking out of his softened cock is dribbling between his legs, now, and anything on his stomach beads down his abdomen and follows the curve of his leg. maybe the floor might need a wipe too, once they're done with it. ]
You'll fit just fine in front of me.
[ jayce, on the other hand, might need to squeeze, but it's a small price to pay for sanctuary . . ]
[ They slot together as easily as always despite the height difference, Viktor with an arm around Jayce leaning into him. It's funny how they mirror each other, one working left leg and right leg between them. There's no rush for the bath, either, so they can take their time swaying across the floor.
Once they reach the bathroom, Viktor parts from Jayce so he can perch on the edge of the tub, sitting out of the way to let his partner make whatever preparations he finds necessary. Steam begins to warm him and settle on his skin as the tub fills, and at least one benefit of sharing the small space is they won't have to fill it to the brim. ]
Will you stay with me in my chambers some nights? [ It's a random thought, but he can't help imagining what they'd get up to in his larger bathroom. ] Or are we sequestering ourselves here?
[ jayce hobbles around the fairly small space to grab the perfect things for another perfect moment: the best of his wash products, which, isn't exactly a lot, but it's what he has of the best that he'd wish to share. soap, more oils, spices and things his mother had sent him when he started writing to her about his heart— she wanted him smelling good for viktor. the bottle he tips into the tub already starts creating some scented foams that would treat them well, but . . . he may have put in too much? comically? truth be told, jayce has never used this before.
just as jayce levels himself with the tub's inside and steps within it (clutching the sides, right then left), he lowers into the filling water and sighs at the heat. immediately, he's making room for viktor, bending and spreading his legs to save a spot just for him. the question gsts his brows to raise high and his teeth to flash ungil his cheeks rounded like rosey apples. ]
I was going to surprise you soon. [ but at least they're on the same page. ] It sounds exciting.
[ Watching Jayce busy himself here reminds Viktor of how he works in the stables, managing several tasks at once and yet fulfilling them all with care. He's such a gentle soul, at his core, something sweet and soft beneath his rugged exterior. Viktor feels like to get to see that side of him, to have cracked the shell so he could experience the warmth underneath it.
He lets Jayce bask for a moment before standing to join him, very carefully stepping between his spread legs. There's some temptation to sit down facing him, legs draped over his hips, but ultimately he settles down with his back to Jayce's chest. The fit is tight, but it's warmth and smell incredible. Viktor thinks the water looks a little pink. ]
Surprise me? With what? Is it too late to pretend I don't know you're planning something?
[ okay, that's more bubbles than he was expecting, and luckily they could shut the water off soon. there's enough soap in here to last a few days. please don't laugh at him.
jayce adjusts his hips and arms until viktor is snug between them. his knees pop out from the water's foamy surface, but the rest is easily submerged and ready to soak. jayce has been waiting eagerly for this moment, too—
there will always be something romantic and intimate about baths that he can finally have with viktor— see his skin with new perspective and care for it like he's always wanted to. jayce takes the time to gently rub at viktor's shoulders, careful with his bite, thumbing at a new mole he's found on his back in line with his spine, ]
We can pretend you never asked me to stay in your quarters, [ he rests his chin on the unmarked side and murmurs close to his ear, ] and maybe I'll just show up.
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his love loosens the reigns, sets him free— and right where he savors himself the most is where jayce's hands slide between his legs, squeeze the flesh of his legs and nearly meets his own encircling fingers when gripping to hold viktor's pelvis in suspension. ]
Fasten to me, [ he beckons with sugar coated urgency, dips viktor toward his chest where he may plank his hands, or his torso, whatever would help to steady his balance when jayce drives himself inside him. the single slam becomes a candenced pounding that his not exactly tender to love making— it is hard, animalistic fucking. lustful sex and wicked need that catered to the raw feeling they've endured for months on end that could split his partner open if there were no end.
jayce's brows permanently wrinkle at the bridge, his gaze a foggy, half lidded dive into a release so close. his jaws rub slack against viktor's shoulder to stiffle how loud his frantic whines (and slamming) have gotten, but neither would really be deafened. the height of his crying reaches its highest pitch after a growing chant of ohs and viktors embellish his home from the inside out.
hopefully no one was snooping around at this hour, indeed. ]
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Continuing to ride the throbbing cock inside of him, he looks down at Jayce with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Gone is the cool, detached facade he'd somehow managed to maintain for so long—all that remains is Viktor, laid bare for his partner to take. His hands cover all of him, thick fingers and wide palms and it feels like he has more than just two as they set his skin ablaze.
It doesn't take any more coaxing for him to drop down against Jayce's chest, his body feeling sluggish from exertion and pleasure and the weight of his want. He slides his arms around Jayce's ribs and up beneath his shoulders, fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase as he continues to move his hips. The first thrust up into him nearly knocks their heads together, the force of it scooting Viktor up before he feels himself get pushed back down. Manhandled, and he loves it, loves that he's driven Jayce to this point of carnal need.
Panting in time with the thrusts as they force the breath out of him and he sucks it back in with each slide out, he tucks his face against the crook of Jayce's neck and bites down. It's harder than he'd probably do it normally, but he's so lost in the heat of the moment, the pleasure they're sharing, that his canine teeth sink into the skin. He tastes iron and comes with a startled gasp, back bowing beneath Jayce's hands and come spilling into the crushing heat between their stomachs. ]
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jayce doesn't think, like the worst of his transgressions, and latches his jaws onto the dangerously glaring curve of viktor's collarbone that connected to the meat of his neck. jayce sinks his teeth and howls with the ecstacy of release, burying himself in to the hilt as he spurts a load within viktor that felt even more amassed than the first of the night. it sends his body into a tremored convulsion, blissed out and tense jaws going slack against the immediate bruise he's made, slavered and cardinal with the intense passion of his love.
a mass of sweat, heaving chests and thumping hearts, jayce feels the stickiness of viktor's seed spread between them, his own beginning to dribble from the tightness of their sex. the musk settles like mist and he could still not care less, embracing his love in hulking arms and ride out the fatigue of an amazing aftershock, his hips shivering inward and out in a sluggish drawl to pump out remaining juice still in him. ]
Oh . . . Oh, fuck. Oh . . .
[ he whispers into the plastered hair so close to viktor's ear, squeezes his nose into a recovering burrow and just breathes, stuck between quiet huffs and garbled i love yous in viktor's name. ]
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Murmuring Jayce's name over and over again, his accent curling around the precious syllable and drawling out the vowel sound, he returns to the bite mark he'd left on Jayce's neck and runs a soothing tongue across it. ]
I love you. [ He laughs and then sighs, out of his mind from the pleasant aftershocks still twitching through his body. ] Fuck, I'm so in love with you.
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[ said with a breathy laugh, spreading his smile wide. the rest of him is flagging, including his cock, but he's not entirely ready to move. now they really needed a wash, so if they could delay that next sequence, it was terribly alright with him. jayce could look into viktor's golden eyes for eons and still see galaxies in them, deciding to do just that whilst carding caked strands of brown away from his eyes, and this mouth! and his face, so he could kiss it— but jayce becomes distracted, especially by the color that tugs at his attention.
his blissful gaze takes a nosedive to concern when he sees the evident marks of his teeth on viktor's neck. even the gap was there, bright red and in a wide crescent. ]
Oh, no— [ his fingers touch, soothe— while his brows pinch for a completely different reason. his gut feels like ice at the realization that— that shouldn't have happened, but, shit it did and he was totally out of it. it's going to bruise like a punch. ] Fuck.
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He's so lost in thought that the change in Jayce's expression hits him hard, wondering what it could be that would jolt him out of this pleasant afterglow. Surely he wasn't having regrets, not after two glorious rounds. Had he forgotten something important? It's not until Viktor feels gentle fingers on his neck that he even thinks of the bite as something that might cause worry. ]
It's okay, it doesn't hurt. [ And by that, he means that it hurts the perfect amount in that way that will linger with him and remind him of all they've done tonight when he sees it in the mirror tomorrow. ] I wanted it.
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No one can see this, Viktor.
[ for his own sake. and they knew why. ]
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You can't be serious. [ He's smiling as he says it, leaning up to kiss the worried knot of wrinkles between Jayce's thick brows. His partner is so sweet when he's concerned, but it's unnecessary. ] I'm older than the usual marrying age, I'm sure my parents will be thrilled to see there's hope for me yet.
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Even if it's me asking your hand?
[ he'd always . . . be a little worried about that. it's not his world, he can only watch how it was like from afar, so— of course he'd be worried about what essentially amounted to ruining viktor's life. he could lose everything if his family was cruel enough, and jayce wouldn't be able to provide the same amount of wealth. he could make just enough to survive and live humbly. and with family debts on the way towards payment, he can finally save.
maybe enough to get a house on the field. ]
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Before anything else, though, is the concern and uncertainty still tugging at Jayce's lovely face. He continues peppering kissed across it, at the lines at the corners of his eyes and where his beard begins and the plump bow of his lips. ]
Jayce, my heart. [ He smooths his hands up to cup Jayce's face, brushing his thumb through his beard in loving strokes. There's no reason to reassure him of something that he doesn't know, variables like his parents' reactions that he can only guess at. He does believe that they'd be happy for him, and it wasn't as if Jayce were completely destitute nor a terrible match. Still, he can promise him one thing. ] Nothing will stop me from marrying you. I'll leave all of this behind to be with you if I have to.
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I . . . [ he hopes it doesn't come to that, but— jayce, still fumbling with his words, traces a line down viktor's prominent cheekbones, down to his chin, where he can rest his index and thumb between flesh. the gap closes, to be rewarded with a tight smile and wet eyes. to be so loved was a blessing. to be tangled in limbs and musks and the sweet, sticky result of that love was . . . beyond words. ] I swear to make you the happiest man that could exist.
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Smiling at how gently fingers run across his face, reverent, he leans in to kiss at the wetness in the corners of Jayce's eyes. ] You already have, Jayce. Even when I was foolishly pining for you, every second was better than all the years before.
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You have no idea . . . How much better it was, for me.
[ jayce had dark times that sat on the headers of his previous journal entries and his rigid, unfriendly appearance at first glance on this property. he remembered starting his labor here laser focused and irritable, thinking the "young master" was nothing more than a snobby brat. oh, how he was wrong. he was no brat— viktor was a beauty. he was no snob— he was humble and brilliant. ]
You showed me how much life is still worth living.
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The confession makes him pull away enough that he can look up and into Jayce's eyes, those mossy wells of intellect and humor. Maybe he's reading into the words farther than he should, but they prompt him to lift a hand and smooth the hair back from Jayce's face. ]
I... think I know what you mean.
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[ viktor has jayce's undivided attention, his mind open and his eyes probing. it is— quite a gloomy post-coital topic to edge into as they laze and around and bask in each other's cum after something so blissful, but at least, jayce isn't falling into a hole. he looks— at ease. open and ready to exchange small affections as they're being given. a little rub against the lobes of his ears, kneading fingers crawling behind viktor's neck, massaging the base of his scalp.
viktor gives him calm. ]
I guess it's not the first time you save me, is it?
[ it's a little weird, as it always has been when they come, but— it makes jayce snort in a chuckle. he felt so young in that memory, embarrassingly angry only because he didn't know what to do, hadn't expected company when he was teetering on a ledge. viktor was pretty young, too— snappy little tongue, softspoken and a way with words.
he'd been waiting for him all along, and jayce's big hazel pools can only glisten with a vast, endless gratitude as he presses his lips to the mole under his eye. ]
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He doesn't dwell on the image, pulling himself back forcefully to the present where Jayce is safe and sound in his arms. Humming under the little affections lavished upon him, Viktor steals another kiss. ]
I'll always fight for you.
[ Sighing softly, he tucks his face against Jayce's neck and presses gentle kisses to the lovebite he'd left earlier. He's debating within himself if he should explain that he'd meant he knows not because of the memory, but because of his own experiences in this lifetime. It's a grim subject, though, so he tucks it away to share some other time when he doesn't have so much skin to discover. ]
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but they had the sweetest of explorations and delights to still indulge in. present matters that mattered the world for each other. jayce cradles and pecks at the side of viktor's exposed cheek to him, shivering at the touch to his raw bite and thinking: he's going to love seeing it in the mirror, just like the prize of scratches on his back. ]
Can I wash you?
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Groaning a little at the thought of leaving the nest they've built, Viktor hooks a leg over Jayce as if that would be enough to stop him from moving. It's a good idea, unfortunately, and it doesn't mean that their fun is over for the night. ]
Only if we take a bath. I don't think I could stand for long.
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The only possibility I'd take.
[ after all this? his leg was a wobbily wreck, and it wasn't something quick he wanted to get through, either. he wanted to relax with his love, sit there in warm water and share the suds with him for the first time. everything, cherished. it was going to be another fun activity he was looking forward to.
gently, jayce begins to move, and guides viktor with him. ]
I'll make it worthwile.
[ they may have to alternative their steps to support each other, though. they have big brains. it should be fine. ]
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We might need to change the bed, too. [ Standing and focusing all of his weight and balance onto his left leg, he feels the mess left inside him start to leak down the insides of his thighs. It makes him shiver, the sensation not unpleasant but leaving him colder than before. ] I hope the bath is big enough for us both.
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anything still leaking out of his softened cock is dribbling between his legs, now, and anything on his stomach beads down his abdomen and follows the curve of his leg. maybe the floor might need a wipe too, once they're done with it. ]
You'll fit just fine in front of me.
[ jayce, on the other hand, might need to squeeze, but it's a small price to pay for sanctuary .
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Once they reach the bathroom, Viktor parts from Jayce so he can perch on the edge of the tub, sitting out of the way to let his partner make whatever preparations he finds necessary. Steam begins to warm him and settle on his skin as the tub fills, and at least one benefit of sharing the small space is they won't have to fill it to the brim. ]
Will you stay with me in my chambers some nights? [ It's a random thought, but he can't help imagining what they'd get up to in his larger bathroom. ] Or are we sequestering ourselves here?
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just as jayce levels himself with the tub's inside and steps within it (clutching the sides, right then left), he lowers into the filling water and sighs at the heat. immediately, he's making room for viktor, bending and spreading his legs to save a spot just for him. the question gsts his brows to raise high and his teeth to flash ungil his cheeks rounded like rosey apples. ]
I was going to surprise you soon. [ but at least they're on the same page. ] It sounds exciting.
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He lets Jayce bask for a moment before standing to join him, very carefully stepping between his spread legs. There's some temptation to sit down facing him, legs draped over his hips, but ultimately he settles down with his back to Jayce's chest. The fit is tight, but it's warmth and smell incredible. Viktor thinks the water looks a little pink. ]
Surprise me? With what? Is it too late to pretend I don't know you're planning something?
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jayce adjusts his hips and arms until viktor is snug between them. his knees pop out from the water's foamy surface, but the rest is easily submerged and ready to soak. jayce has been waiting eagerly for this moment, too—
there will always be something romantic and intimate about baths that he can finally have with viktor— see his skin with new perspective and care for it like he's always wanted to. jayce takes the time to gently rub at viktor's shoulders, careful with his bite, thumbing at a new mole he's found on his back in line with his spine, ]
We can pretend you never asked me to stay in your quarters, [ he rests his chin on the unmarked side and murmurs close to his ear, ] and maybe I'll just show up.
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