[ 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.
Melting back against Jayce's strong chest, he closes his eyes briefly and soaks in the warmth of his partner and the water and the moment. It's so easy to imagine living the rest of his life like this, spending the day caring for the horses with Jayce and working on innovations together, then making love at night and ending in domestic bliss. It's something he never thought about wanting, but now that he has the very real possibility at his fingertips, he reaches for it hungrily. ]
How bold. [ He chuckles, reaching up for one of Jayce's hands at his neck and pulling it down so they can lace their fingers together and rest it on a thigh. ] I can't wait to see if you come through the door or a window.
[ with fingers slotted between the spaces of viktor's hand, jayce squeezes the top of it, nearly engulfed just like viktor's back was with, his blunt nails scratching at his chest in easygoing contentment. he's hardly ever thought about the domestic life in the past. it felt monotonous and had so little to offer him.
now? it's what he thinks about every damn day like he required it to live. the day he stops pampering viktor with his breathing, and his kisses down his slippery neck is the day he'd be dead. ]
Now you'll just have to. [ wait, that is, allowing the air of teasing him with low hanging fruit to stir with the warmth surrounding them. would the window surprise him the most? or was it so farfetched that it was plausible, and thus the door would be more of a surprise? he'll have to gauge the reaction . . . ] I'll get you when you'd least expect it.
[ Their hands together gives Viktor a moment to revel in the difference in their sizes, his long and slender, Jayce's thick and strong. They were both hands that could create so much, too, Jayce able to make delicate things like the iron horse he'd gifted Viktor with his proposal. He imagines them adorned with rings and wonders if Jayce will let him pick his out, if they can exchange them equally rather than what was often tradition of the husband choosing both.
With two husbands, they should be allowed to break tradition. ]
Oh no, how scary. My fiancé sneaking into my room to ravish me? Call in the guards.
[ He says it deadpan, obviously sarcastic because... well, it's thrilling in ways that stir the embers smoldering low in his belly. Letting his eyes droop, he rests his head back against Jayce's wide shoulder. ]
[ jayce chortles, lazy and sweetened by the joke's delivery. you can never go wrong with viktor's humor, soon laying back against the tub's casing and angling his chest so that it's at a soothing angle for viktor. jayce opens his hand, but to press every pad against the thin contrast on viktor's fingers so they can observe even more the size difference between them. sexy, actually . . .
pleasingly distracted, jayce doesn't pay much mind to how "personal" this question could be, almost immediately replying with: ]
Fire away.
[ his head is rested on viktor's, and his eyes trail up and down their fingers, accompanying the push and pull they apply while playing with each other. ]
[ Their hands flexing and stretching, held together one moment and then splayed on top of each other the next, reminds him of blinding white flashes and a kaleidoscope of colors. He doesn't chase the memory for now, content to stay in the moment and make the new memory instead.
Humming happily when Jayce rests against him, Viktor turns enough so that he can press a kiss to the side of his neck. This easy, chaste intimacy is as addicting at the passionate heat they'd shared in bed—he's coming to terms with the fact that Jayce himself is the drug of choice. ]
I almost asked earlier, when you said you'd like me to fuck you. [ Jayce, brilliant as he is, might see where this is going. ] Have you ever been? Or done it yourself?
—Oh, [ well, now he knows where this is going. jayce can't be embarrassed about this now, so maybe . . . it cluld be something very happily shared. once within his extreme privacy, jayce extends it just as he extends his warmth at this time. relishing in these little expressions of affection just brings them closer and closer together. ]
I've never been, but, [ viktor may have noticed his oil— it hadn't been just for viktor, since he couldn't have been so prepared when he'd been previously adamant to wait for their marriage. it's just . . . naturally . . . making him flush deeper than the hot steam of their bath. ] I've . . . Been exploring myself.
[ jayce's hands, while still gentle in viktor's hand and kneading at his hip, it may have gotten a bit heavier. ]
[ Viktor is patient while Jayce finds his words, understanding that it's probably embarrassing even if they'd just done... well, so much more than talking about prior experiences.
It's no surprise that he hasn't been fucked before, given that he'd already said his only experience was with a woman—Viktor doesn't discount the option existing, just knows that it can't be very common. What does come as a pleasant shock is the idea that he's been doing it himself while thinking about Viktor. ]
You wonderous man. [ He presses a smile to Jayce's throat, kissing a little higher up towards his pulse point. ] Do you like how it feels? Have you only tried fingers, or something else?
[ the pulse on jayce's neck becomes more apparent when it's pressing into viktor's lips, the weight falling as jayce dips his head, nods to answer how pleasure had hooked into him with the vibration of his hum low and rooted. his hands, meanwhile leisurely waft lower in the water, from viktor's arms to the subtle basin of his hips, then the tops of his thighs— ]
Just fingers, [ he rubs, up and down where he sits his hands, a slow, deliberate stroking motion, ] it's . . . great, but it could be better. It could be with you.
[ Fully aware of Jayce's wandering hands and quickening pulse, Viktor moves his own up and behind him, one cupping the back of Jayce's neck while the other sinks into his hair. His legs fall farther apart, pressing against Jayce's and the sides of the tub as he shifts his hips slightly lower. It's a stretch, but it feels good to not let his body get too stiff from relaxation. ]
How many? [ He tugs on Jayce's hair to bring him close enough to kiss his lips, sideways and sloppy as it is. ] I wouldn't want to hurt you by being too ambitious the first time.
[ jayce curves further into viktor, his kiss welcomed as a starting mess. another refractory period conquered— and their studies were still ongoing, weren't they? they're still two orgasms each. that's pretty far from ten.
but this might help. as jayce melts into his love's lips, his hand slips even further down the inner curv of his thigh, rising to the path os his groin and only getting there with a slow, anticipating journey. ]
Just one. Two . . . Three at most.
[ light fingertips go heavier the closer he gets, pauses, and then continues to rise until he's cupped all of viktor, balls and cock. ]
But that's all I'd need to take you to heaven and back. [ with the bust of carnal lust for each other satiated, jayce could focus on this— more exploration, sharing. more kisses to viktor's neck and a soothing drawl to his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks. ] As many times as you'd want.
[ Three at most Jayce says, as if three of his strong fingers isn't an accomplishment worthy of praise. It sooths some of Viktor's worries to know that he's touched himself, has learned what the stretch feels like and how to relax his body around it. Viktor making love to him would be a different thing entirely, of course, but at least the starting point is farther along that he had assumed.
Humming at the slow exploration of Jayce's hands, he sucks in a breath when the warmth of the bath is doubled by the tender hold. He's getting hard again—it would be a cruel miracle if this discussion left him unbothered—and he rolls his hips up into Jayce's hand for a small burst of friction before settling back down. ]
Being with you is already heaven. [ Viktor means it, too, he's not just trying to be charming or romantic. Compared to life before Jayce had wandered into it, this colorful world full of passion and love is nothing short of paradise.
Gathering himself up, he pushes himself up to standing with hands on the sides of the tub. Water cascades down, but he turns around rather than stepping out and sits back down across Jayce's hips. He can kiss him properly now, draping his arms around Jayce's neck and pressing their lips together in a lazy dance. ]
I want to be able to see all of you when we do that. And when I fuck you. [ He rocks his hips forward, pressing his cock against Jayce's stomach, and then backward to rub against his length. ]
[ it's so easy to melt jayce into a goopy pile of dreamy zeal. his eyes are gateways into his soul, enamored with every passing second, minute and hour spent with viktor (the hearts practically explode within his pupils). this man had literally given color to an otherwise dull life, and now? he'd want to get a little rapacious with him— he'll be his husband. he'll spend every waking day with him feom there on out, and jayce is more than sure that the colors would never stop coming.
suffice to say jayce looks startled as much as disappointed when viktor gets up, his hand left only with the ghost touch of his skin, but that quickly changes first when he gets to see his body from down here. from this angle, with currents of water sliding down his thin framework? oh, that's beautiful of him. second was the way viktor sits back down on him from the front, the sloshing of bath water accompanying as they both adjust. jayce can cage viktor's face as he bites his own bottom lip to contain himself, feeling the back of his neck prick at the clear thought of seeing each other, in full— and viktor fucking him.
his cock stirs awake under viktor's friction, a sway of his hips accompanying a single rock that turns two, three with the way jayce moves with him in a slow, waving motion, sloping his tongue into his mouth and giving him a soft noise within it. deeper than the first, and a preliminary to the wandering of both hands on his ass.
round three. ]
Just like this—
[ spoken between the kiss, before he slips right back into it— and spreads the meat of viktor's ass apart to brush his knuckles over the heat of his entryway. ]
[ To have Jayce's hands on him—Viktor doesn't know if he's ever felt something better, nor will he ever in the future. It's like they were made to hold him, to cup his face or drape over his shoulder or rub against his spine, holding him close and enveloping his waist and spreading him open. Viktor wants to feel those hands inside of him, wants to melt all the barriers between his body and Jayce's until they mesh into a single entity. He imagines their bodies made up of nebulas, cosmic radiance, and magic, and he knows that it's a memory rather than a fanciful daydream. It brings tears to his eyes, welling in the corners and spilling over as a single tear that runs down his cheek.
He leans in for a kiss, tasting the salt between them, uncertain himself if it was the taste of joy or sorrow; perhaps both. ]
I love you, Jayce Talis. [ His heart swells as he says it, knowing it's true down to the marrow of his bones and the core of his essence. The gentle touch between his legs sends fire racing up his spine, and he leans in to bite at that pretty swollen bottom lip, stealing it back from Jayce. ] I need you again, need to come on your fingers.
[ i love you, his name a reverence that he almost felt too small to have, honored beyond his own belief. it makes his heart soar like freed birds, the shimmer under his eyelids never going unnoticed. just as jayce's rough thumb wipes at the sodden corners of beautiful golden pools, viktor aches for his lips and he gives it to him. jayce's hand between viktor's legs shifts to pull the plug from the drain, turns the knob of the gentle showerhead on to keep them warm. he cages his dearest's face with one palm, drags his tongue across his teeth and gums— the other gets to work for the oil he'd placed next to the scented soaps. when his lower lip snags between viktor's incisors, he leans back just rnough for the skin to stretch, tickling an entire burn up his spine and back. i need you again is a spur for his lust to rekindle. at least this way, his cock could take it easy with the refractory period, and focus on his beloved's near nonexisting one. ]
I'll make you come as many times as you want, my love.
[ his point of eagerness is proven when the hand cradling viktor's face for his kiss wraps around his back, helps adjust him to his most comfortable seat. water pelts them from above, just enough to keep the heat. with a lathered index finger, the scent of herbal spice wafts about their new love nest, keeping most of viktor on him for added cushioning— with a preperatory twirl around his entry, jayce slowly introduces his index finger. they may not have difficulty at all, still adapted to the girth of his cock, twice.
luckily, this didn't have much to do with stretching. he can get right to it and show him what exactly he's talking about if he's already aroused, hard between his and jayce's belly. ]
But it'll be my way.
[ he implies teasing patience with kisses that start at his cheek bone, go up viktor's temple and slide with the flat slab of his tongue. getting viktor riled was a start to success, too. easier to find the p spot. ]
[ Viktor leans in to the kiss, and when he parts to breathe, he kisses the pad of Jayce's thumb to whisk away the salt of his own tears. He misses the firm heat of his hand as soon as it's gone, making a soft noise of protest even as he leans back in to kiss him and make up for the loss. It's greedy, gluttonous, to be so close and wrapped up in Jayce and yet still yearn for more, and yet it's the easiest sin for Viktor to commit.
Humming approval at the shower of fresh, hot water against his back, he nuzzles into the palm caressing the side of his face and turns to kiss the meat of it. Jayce, with a simple sentence, both absolves him of his sins and feeds them, a miracle of patience and selflessness in the face of a lustful demon. ]
Until I pass out from it. [ He grins into the kiss, biting Jayce's lip more purposefully after his maneuver serves to remind him how much his partner loves having teeth sink into that beautifully plump flesh. ] And then once more.
[ Viktor melts against Jayce's strong chest as he prepares his fingers with oil and reaches them down behind his back. The first sinks into him so easily, pushes a contented sigh from Viktor as a shiver runs up from the base of his spine to the back of his neck. Already he wants more, but the combination of slow kisses and clear words make it obvious that he's going to be made to wait. He can do that, he can left Jayce have this—he's been so thoughtful with their sex so far that Viktor will easily give him control now.
That doesn't mean he won't press his face to Jayce's neck and whine his name impatiently, though. ]
[ but jayce breathes out a laugh that makes the curve of his lips pressed to viktor's face audible. payback for the mind-blowing chokehold? maybe a bit of blissful anguish wouldn't hurt. it would, in fact, make the climax(es) worth ten, twenty— from the way jayce advances, deliberately slows the sink of his finger down to the first knuckle and rubs at viktor's wall facing his back (not the right place, he knows), he is . . . delightfully confident about himself. it shows.
just when it looks like he's stopped for a torturing few moments, jayce withdraws to enter with two times the digits. ]
I'm going to give you exactly what you want— this isn't it.
[ Oh, Jayce is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Here he is, promising Viktor everything he wants on a silver platter, but it's being held just out of reach while he watches his partner salivate with desire. A beautiful devil masquerading as an angel.
Viktor pushes down on the finger filling him, catching on quickly to how Jayce massages the muscles in the opposite direction of where Viktor would really like it. He'll just have to be annoyingly patient in retaliation, and really, all of it feels so good that he doesn't mind the delay to another orgasm. The build is half of the fun, the tingling rise of heat and need in his body that makes the crash down the opposite side all the better.
That doesn't mean he won't give a shaky moan of approval when Jayce adds another finger, though. ]
[ jayce is surprised enough to pause; his eyes blinking a few times through the bubble of a laugh that realizes he fell for it. would not moving actually make that work? not for jayce, because he was actually beyond impatient to give it to him, see the beauty of seeing viktor tremor, convulse with euphoria, drip cum, roll his eyes back and cry in that special way. maybe . . . pulling his fingers out after a wiggling curve in the right direction dragging out will help his case. ]
It is not, [ but jayce is so . . . turned on by viktor's attitude. if anything, it makes him want to show him, and the fact that he realizes that has jayce grinning, caught in the trap. damn it. ] you're beautifully cunning, you know that?
[ the withdrawl served a better purpose than just torturous teasing with no real functionality other than pissing viktor off and challenging him, which isn't something jayce wants to actively be doing . . . he's a sap. a useless pile that would turn his belly up for viktor if he so much as lifted his gaze to ready himself to ask. jayce reintroduces his index from their front, palm up, sinking steadily to the first, then second knuckle. jayce's other hand gives viktor's cock deserving attention for making him absolutely mad for him, applying a soft squeeze around the sack of his stones and the base of his length. there should already be a difference in positioning— the probing curl of his fingertip to viktor's walls was much closer to where it would make all the difference. ]
[ Viktor does whine at the loss, his body shaking from the sudden emptiness and relative cold of being without Jayce. He leans back, enough to pout at his lover with obvious drama that doesn't last long under the melting force of the compliment. Viktor can be vain, especially when it comes to Jayce's opinion of him, and to be called both beautiful and cunning in the same breath makes it difficult to maintain his feigned upset. ]
And you're annoyingly patient. [ He dips his head in to bite the crook of Jayce's neck to show that, yes he had been lying and no, he's not happy with being left empty. ] As well as stunningly brilliant.
[ They both seem to get what they want when Jayce readjusts his angle and presses back into Viktor's hole—Viktor gets that warm filling stretch, and Jayce gets to be a good boy who gives his lover what he wants. The touch to his length is a surprise, given that Jayce was so keen on not giving in to him, and it shocks a moan out of Viktor. He lets him explore, tries not to be so impatient with the wandering touch inside, but ultimately he reaches down for the hand on his cock and pulls it away to entwine their fingers together. ]
I don't want your touch there this time. [ Leaning more heavily against Jayce's chest, he lifts their hands and angles them to kiss his partner's knuckles. ]
[ jayce is all toothy grins and sleek smiles, bumping his nose to pelted skin and suckling on spherical curves— viktor's shoulder, his earlobe, his chin (significantly lighter; he doesn't wish to leave a mark there)— jayce's teeth play with his partner's sensitivity, his tongue gliding along the ripe sores of his passionate marking and sealing it with a kiss— all while his fingers, now two within him, sink to his second joints. ]
Good, [ he doesn't mind the divergence, is quite happy viktor would rather no touch at all than an abrupt halt to cock stroking— it's how jayce did it. he's learning viktor's preferences. what is there not to love about that? jayce squeezes the spaces of his partner's fingers in one hand, brushes the walnut-sized knob he finds with a curl, and begins to press the flats of his fingertips in sluggish, circular motions. ] I'd love to see how fast you come.
[ How Jayce can be so tenderly loving and brutally sexy at the same time needs to be studied. The fact that he's being so sweet and soft with his affections above Viktor's shoulders and so wicked with his attentions below the waist is literally breathtaking. It makes him shiver when the light traversal of lips reminds him of the lovebite in his neck just as a second finger sinks inside of him, drawing a gasp from his kiss-bruised lips. ]
Devil. [ He says it with all the love in the world and beyond, smiling at the squeeze of their interlocked fingers. That smile gets wiped off his face when Jayce finally finds his prostate, not just brushing past it but targeting it, quick and efficient. It punches all the air out of Viktor's lungs, leaving him to scream silently to the ceiling as his back arches and his legs shake. When he finally manages to fight down a breath, it's immediately followed by a moan of Jayce's name. ]
[ stunning. he's absolutely stunning. jayce feels an inexplicable pride swell within him, spreading his lips wider against the adoring, physical sentiments. fallen, sticky locks of soaked hair are pushed back by jayce's pursed mouth and burrowing nose just under the angle of his maw pulled agape. he whispers then, true to the name calling with an enticing, sticky, tempting delivery: ]
You sound like an angel.
[ jayce could go mad hearing his name being sung like that. his digits haven't stopped, either, continuing their slowly wicked rotations over viktor's p-spot to drive him up the walls and back. he only pauses to speak, and ask with a direct look into viktor's fluttering eyes: ]
Like this, [ the circling swirl, ] or this?
[ his fingers curl over the spot rather than rub over it, a beckoning coil that jayce alternates with to most please him. he's loving every god damn minute of this. ]
[ Viktor wants to retort, but not only can he not get his lips to form words, his thoughts are in absolute disarray with no hopes of coming up with a coherent sentence. Every sense he has is focused on the fingers inside of him doing everything they can to try and push him to the edge of orgasm again, sending tingling pleasure shooting through his nerves and sparking beneath his skin. It feels like he's swaying in circles with the motion of Jayce's ministrations, an erotic whirlpool pulling him deeper with each rotation. When they stop, it leaves Viktor dizzy, an easy target for how Jayce changes his movements and bowls Viktor over. This coaxing, beckoning pull makes him shudder bodily, the ghost of an orgasm that's so close to hitting him so soon already. ]
Oh fuck. [ He digs his nails in deeper to where he clutches as Jayce's shoulders, hanging on for dear life because the building tension in his body makes it difficult to do anything but kneel in place and take what he's given. ] Fuck, yes yes yes.
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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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Melting back against Jayce's strong chest, he closes his eyes briefly and soaks in the warmth of his partner and the water and the moment. It's so easy to imagine living the rest of his life like this, spending the day caring for the horses with Jayce and working on innovations together, then making love at night and ending in domestic bliss. It's something he never thought about wanting, but now that he has the very real possibility at his fingertips, he reaches for it hungrily. ]
How bold. [ He chuckles, reaching up for one of Jayce's hands at his neck and pulling it down so they can lace their fingers together and rest it on a thigh. ] I can't wait to see if you come through the door or a window.
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now? it's what he thinks about every damn day like he required it to live. the day he stops pampering viktor with his breathing, and his kisses down his slippery neck is the day he'd be dead. ]
Now you'll just have to. [ wait, that is, allowing the air of teasing him with low hanging fruit to stir with the warmth surrounding them. would the window surprise him the most? or was it so farfetched that it was plausible, and thus the door would be more of a surprise? he'll have to gauge the reaction . . . ] I'll get you when you'd least expect it.
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With two husbands, they should be allowed to break tradition. ]
Oh no, how scary. My fiancé sneaking into my room to ravish me? Call in the guards.
[ He says it deadpan, obviously sarcastic because... well, it's thrilling in ways that stir the embers smoldering low in his belly. Letting his eyes droop, he rests his head back against Jayce's wide shoulder. ]
May I ask you something... personal?
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pleasingly distracted, jayce doesn't pay much mind to how "personal" this question could be, almost immediately replying with: ]
Fire away.
[ his head is rested on viktor's, and his eyes trail up and down their fingers, accompanying the push and pull they apply while playing with each other. ]
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Humming happily when Jayce rests against him, Viktor turns enough so that he can press a kiss to the side of his neck. This easy, chaste intimacy is as addicting at the passionate heat they'd shared in bed—he's coming to terms with the fact that Jayce himself is the drug of choice. ]
I almost asked earlier, when you said you'd like me to fuck you. [ Jayce, brilliant as he is, might see where this is going. ] Have you ever been? Or done it yourself?
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I've never been, but, [ viktor may have noticed his oil— it hadn't been just for viktor, since he couldn't have been so prepared when he'd been previously adamant to wait for their marriage. it's just . . . naturally . . . making him flush deeper than the hot steam of their bath. ] I've . . . Been exploring myself.
[ jayce's hands, while still gentle in viktor's hand and kneading at his hip, it may have gotten a bit heavier. ]
With you in mind.
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It's no surprise that he hasn't been fucked before, given that he'd already said his only experience was with a woman—Viktor doesn't discount the option existing, just knows that it can't be very common. What does come as a pleasant shock is the idea that he's been doing it himself while thinking about Viktor. ]
You wonderous man. [ He presses a smile to Jayce's throat, kissing a little higher up towards his pulse point. ] Do you like how it feels? Have you only tried fingers, or something else?
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Just fingers, [ he rubs, up and down where he sits his hands, a slow, deliberate stroking motion, ] it's . . . great, but it could be better. It could be with you.
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How many? [ He tugs on Jayce's hair to bring him close enough to kiss his lips, sideways and sloppy as it is. ] I wouldn't want to hurt you by being too ambitious the first time.
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but this might help. as jayce melts into his love's lips, his hand slips even further down the inner curv of his thigh, rising to the path os his groin and only getting there with a slow, anticipating journey. ]
Just one. Two . . . Three at most.
[ light fingertips go heavier the closer he gets, pauses, and then continues to rise until he's cupped all of viktor, balls and cock. ]
But that's all I'd need to take you to heaven and back. [ with the bust of carnal lust for each other satiated, jayce could focus on this— more exploration, sharing. more kisses to viktor's neck and a soothing drawl to his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks. ] As many times as you'd want.
I could show you— then you could show me.
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Humming at the slow exploration of Jayce's hands, he sucks in a breath when the warmth of the bath is doubled by the tender hold. He's getting hard again—it would be a cruel miracle if this discussion left him unbothered—and he rolls his hips up into Jayce's hand for a small burst of friction before settling back down. ]
Being with you is already heaven. [ Viktor means it, too, he's not just trying to be charming or romantic. Compared to life before Jayce had wandered into it, this colorful world full of passion and love is nothing short of paradise.
Gathering himself up, he pushes himself up to standing with hands on the sides of the tub. Water cascades down, but he turns around rather than stepping out and sits back down across Jayce's hips. He can kiss him properly now, draping his arms around Jayce's neck and pressing their lips together in a lazy dance. ]
I want to be able to see all of you when we do that. And when I fuck you. [ He rocks his hips forward, pressing his cock against Jayce's stomach, and then backward to rub against his length. ]
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suffice to say jayce looks startled as much as disappointed when viktor gets up, his hand left only with the ghost touch of his skin, but that quickly changes first when he gets to see his body from down here. from this angle, with currents of water sliding down his thin framework? oh, that's beautiful of him. second was the way viktor sits back down on him from the front, the sloshing of bath water accompanying as they both adjust. jayce can cage viktor's face as he bites his own bottom lip to contain himself, feeling the back of his neck prick at the clear thought of seeing each other, in full— and viktor fucking him.
his cock stirs awake under viktor's friction, a sway of his hips accompanying a single rock that turns two, three with the way jayce moves with him in a slow, waving motion, sloping his tongue into his mouth and giving him a soft noise within it. deeper than the first, and a preliminary to the wandering of both hands on his ass.
round three. ]
Just like this—
[ spoken between the kiss, before he slips right back into it— and spreads the meat of viktor's ass apart to brush his knuckles over the heat of his entryway. ]
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He leans in for a kiss, tasting the salt between them, uncertain himself if it was the taste of joy or sorrow; perhaps both. ]
I love you, Jayce Talis. [ His heart swells as he says it, knowing it's true down to the marrow of his bones and the core of his essence. The gentle touch between his legs sends fire racing up his spine, and he leans in to bite at that pretty swollen bottom lip, stealing it back from Jayce. ] I need you again, need to come on your fingers.
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I'll make you come as many times as you want, my love.
[ his point of eagerness is proven when the hand cradling viktor's face for his kiss wraps around his back, helps adjust him to his most comfortable seat. water pelts them from above, just enough to keep the heat. with a lathered index finger, the scent of herbal spice wafts about their new love nest, keeping most of viktor on him for added cushioning— with a preperatory twirl around his entry, jayce slowly introduces his index finger. they may not have difficulty at all, still adapted to the girth of his cock, twice.
luckily, this didn't have much to do with stretching. he can get right to it and show him what exactly he's talking about if he's already aroused, hard between his and jayce's belly. ]
But it'll be my way.
[ he implies teasing patience with kisses that start at his cheek bone, go up viktor's temple and slide with the flat slab of his tongue. getting viktor riled was a start to success, too. easier to find the p spot. ]
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Humming approval at the shower of fresh, hot water against his back, he nuzzles into the palm caressing the side of his face and turns to kiss the meat of it. Jayce, with a simple sentence, both absolves him of his sins and feeds them, a miracle of patience and selflessness in the face of a lustful demon. ]
Until I pass out from it. [ He grins into the kiss, biting Jayce's lip more purposefully after his maneuver serves to remind him how much his partner loves having teeth sink into that beautifully plump flesh. ] And then once more.
[ Viktor melts against Jayce's strong chest as he prepares his fingers with oil and reaches them down behind his back. The first sinks into him so easily, pushes a contented sigh from Viktor as a shiver runs up from the base of his spine to the back of his neck. Already he wants more, but the combination of slow kisses and clear words make it obvious that he's going to be made to wait. He can do that, he can left Jayce have this—he's been so thoughtful with their sex so far that Viktor will easily give him control now.
That doesn't mean he won't press his face to Jayce's neck and whine his name impatiently, though. ]
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[ but jayce breathes out a laugh that makes the curve of his lips pressed to viktor's face audible. payback for the mind-blowing chokehold? maybe a bit of blissful anguish wouldn't hurt. it would, in fact, make the climax(es) worth ten, twenty— from the way jayce advances, deliberately slows the sink of his finger down to the first knuckle and rubs at viktor's wall facing his back (not the right place, he knows), he is . . . delightfully confident about himself. it shows.
just when it looks like he's stopped for a torturing few moments, jayce withdraws to enter with two times the digits. ]
I'm going to give you exactly what you want— this isn't it.
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Viktor pushes down on the finger filling him, catching on quickly to how Jayce massages the muscles in the opposite direction of where Viktor would really like it. He'll just have to be annoyingly patient in retaliation, and really, all of it feels so good that he doesn't mind the delay to another orgasm. The build is half of the fun, the tingling rise of heat and need in his body that makes the crash down the opposite side all the better.
That doesn't mean he won't give a shaky moan of approval when Jayce adds another finger, though. ]
Maybe this is what I want...
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It is not, [ but jayce is so . . . turned on by viktor's attitude. if anything, it makes him want to show him, and the fact that he realizes that has jayce grinning, caught in the trap. damn it. ] you're beautifully cunning, you know that?
[ the withdrawl served a better purpose than just torturous teasing with no real functionality other than pissing viktor off and challenging him, which isn't something jayce wants to actively be doing . . . he's a sap. a useless pile that would turn his belly up for viktor if he so much as lifted his gaze to ready himself to ask. jayce reintroduces his index from their front, palm up, sinking steadily to the first, then second knuckle. jayce's other hand gives viktor's cock deserving attention for making him absolutely mad for him, applying a soft squeeze around the sack of his stones and the base of his length. there should already be a difference in positioning— the probing curl of his fingertip to viktor's walls was much closer to where it would make all the difference. ]
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And you're annoyingly patient. [ He dips his head in to bite the crook of Jayce's neck to show that, yes he had been lying and no, he's not happy with being left empty. ] As well as stunningly brilliant.
[ They both seem to get what they want when Jayce readjusts his angle and presses back into Viktor's hole—Viktor gets that warm filling stretch, and Jayce gets to be a good boy who gives his lover what he wants. The touch to his length is a surprise, given that Jayce was so keen on not giving in to him, and it shocks a moan out of Viktor. He lets him explore, tries not to be so impatient with the wandering touch inside, but ultimately he reaches down for the hand on his cock and pulls it away to entwine their fingers together. ]
I don't want your touch there this time. [ Leaning more heavily against Jayce's chest, he lifts their hands and angles them to kiss his partner's knuckles. ]
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Good, [ he doesn't mind the divergence, is quite happy viktor would rather no touch at all than an abrupt halt to cock stroking— it's how jayce did it. he's learning viktor's preferences. what is there not to love about that? jayce squeezes the spaces of his partner's fingers in one hand, brushes the walnut-sized knob he finds with a curl, and begins to press the flats of his fingertips in sluggish, circular motions. ] I'd love to see how fast you come.
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Devil. [ He says it with all the love in the world and beyond, smiling at the squeeze of their interlocked fingers. That smile gets wiped off his face when Jayce finally finds his prostate, not just brushing past it but targeting it, quick and efficient. It punches all the air out of Viktor's lungs, leaving him to scream silently to the ceiling as his back arches and his legs shake. When he finally manages to fight down a breath, it's immediately followed by a moan of Jayce's name. ]
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You sound like an angel.
[ jayce could go mad hearing his name being sung like that. his digits haven't stopped, either, continuing their slowly wicked rotations over viktor's p-spot to drive him up the walls and back. he only pauses to speak, and ask with a direct look into viktor's fluttering eyes: ]
Like this, [ the circling swirl, ] or this?
[ his fingers curl over the spot rather than rub over it, a beckoning coil that jayce alternates with to most please him. he's loving every god damn minute of this. ]
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Oh fuck. [ He digs his nails in deeper to where he clutches as Jayce's shoulders, hanging on for dear life because the building tension in his body makes it difficult to do anything but kneel in place and take what he's given. ] Fuck, yes yes yes.
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