[ jayce's hips tense with surprise, his hands a solid grip as viktor turns him on his back, the only sound he makes is a quick mmph—, short and caught sharply in his throat, but this— oh, this. he melts under viktor, in his mouth. his lips pull apart to take as much of viktor in as he charts every dip and corner of him. the bends of his gums and teeth, the swirl of his tongue past. his lips work wet and slippery and he couldn't care less, only swallowing where he could, taking short breaths in to keep himself from breaking apart from this marvel. his eyes crack open, just to see—
and he is so beautiful. they were each other's cartographer and there were no better hands to search through them but their own. jayce accidentally lets a moan slip, a short little thing as the rise of heat seizes him from the middle and spreads white hot from his pelvis out. the combination of kiss, position, the nails in his hair that pries a gasp from him and tingles his nape— how his hands get a little bold, a little eager in spreading his touch across the side of his partner's chest on one side and the top of his leg on the other, exploring and rapt in the bumps of his ribs or the metal brace that hugs his thigh— he realizes just how much he prizes of viktor. from his mind to his body, to his leg and his kiss. an insseperable piece of everything . . . i admire about you. he doesn't think he's ever said that to viktor. his mind's eye suggests he did, in that marvelous plane of stars and nebulae whilst drifting away, slowly . . . losing himself, in front of a great being. was that god, ready to take him? an angel?
viktor— viktor is smiling— he can feel it when he delves for more taste and is met with a wall of teeth, curled lips peeled away. he laughs too, attempts to take viktor's lower lip between his teeth and tease him, gentle, rolls his hips up in the heat of the moment and hitches air into his lungs when met with a dizzying friction, oh, my god—
then, immediately, he freezes. between them, jayce is getting notably aroused and it, ah. shows. viktor is camped right on top of it, most likely felt in the way jayce throbs under all this fabric, just once as the soft space between his legs gets a touch more firm. this is the only time he breaks from viktor willingly, the smack of their mouths broken apart and leaving jayce's lips puffy and glistening. ]
Viktor, [ he says, breathless and dazed and ecstatic— and straining himself from the hips down. trying to look away from him in hopes that what the eyes don't see his cock won't feel. the night hides how deeply hued his face looks. oh, he's never turned this shade before. he tries to be responsible, to his own dismay. he wants to be good. he wants to wait, even if he doesn't actually want to. ] I— I need a minute.
[ Unaware of Jayce's peeking (that's cheating!) Viktor lets himself be emboldened by wandering hands. His own start to trail down, dragging back over that beautiful beard, catching on suspender buckles, ghosting over clean white cotton that was so unusual for Jayce who's always dirty with productivity. Seeing him so cleaned up had, well, it had inspired Viktor to want to be the one to ruffle his hair and unbutton his prim clothes and make him moan again, like that but louder, maybe his voice going hoarse from use.
His fingers are flirting with the waistband of Jayce's pants where it hugs his hips when they rise towards him and then everything goes still. For a second, Viktor fears that he's the one who has pushed too far and maybe Jayce isn't ready for heavy petting like this, that the kissing needs to lighten up a little, that maybe they should head home.
Jayce calls his name like a prayer, like a sin, like a spell. Viktor's mind goes blank for a moment, unable to even consider pulling his hands away from the body beneath his. He can feel Jayce's arousal, yes, but his own is pressing into Jayce's thigh just as firmly—he'd been trying to ignore it, but now that they're so still, so tense, it's harder to deny. ]
F-fuck. [ His voice shakes, one hand tightening its grip on Jayce's hip and the other lifting to push the hair back from his face. He's shocked that just last night, he'd been making notes about Jayce being single and only possibly interested, but it makes him laugh, too. ] Don't worry, Jayce. When I take you for the first time, it'll be in a proper bed.
[ oh, my god. take him. a clear indication of how much jayce enjoys being spoken to that way (and more) is the single stirring twinge his honing erection gives— and even if his smile is so widely sheepish about insistently poking viktor from below, he feels the heat seeringly rise from the pit of his belly as he feels a significant, pointed nudge at the height of his thigh. what's worse, or better? was how good viktor looked. the way he grooms his tousled hair out of his face, how the curse had muttered off his lips, it all still leaves a lord . . .
he can't help but to roll his head and genuinely chuckle at the both of them. ]
[ Rolling off of Jayce is a herculean task, but Viktor is able to do it with the promise of a future together. He kneels his weight onto his good leg, groaning a little both as he draws away from the enticing body heat and also moves his stiff right leg. He doesn't move much farther, all things considered, and leans back over Jayce with a smile. ]
Can I kiss you again? One for the road?
[ He's loath to leave the magic of this night, this place. It's been one hell of a start to their courtship, but Viktor wouldn't trade all of the discovery and confusion and lust for the world. Still, he's lost track of the time beneath the stars, but it must be late enough that they need to think about getting the horses back. ]
[ maybe that's what makes it undeniably magical . . . as much as addicting. jayce's grip on viktor's legs loosen, regrettably so, propping himself on his elbows and then his hands, to lift himself up into seating and adjusting his legs so that the space in between them wasn't so tight. the new proximity tempts him, and he does consider responding with words— but he realizes he doesn't need them. actions speak much louder.
jayce's hand twists into the front of viktor's riding blouse and yanks him in to crush their mouths in tandem, one final good bye to this night— but jayce kisses like it'd be his last, ever. there is an urgency to it, all his apetite for viktor in a single, dizzying torrent of tongue and upsurges, all of which begin to slow from his desperate rush only when the cosmos seem to whisper in his ear that it's time to part.
forehead to forehead, with his rough hands soothing through viktor's brown locks along his nape, how wild he's made them to now fix the unkempt look so no one awake at this hour would give him odd looks, jayce watches his new lover's eyes. how they shine and grow, and how the beautiful gold would mesmerize him. he had so much to say, even about viktor's supposed bedding plans—
but he doesn't want to say everything in one night. he has his own plans. ]
[ A yelp of surprise gets muffled by the sudden kiss and melts into a groan. He'd thought about going in for a sweet, lingering kiss and instead what he gets is passion and need and promises for later.
Dizzy and grateful for the forehead keeping him upright, he relaxes the steadying grip his hands had found in the front of Jayce's shirt. They probably both look like a mess, not least of all from the grass staining their knees and wetness down their backs and hair tousled. It's going to be easier sneaking back unnoticed thanks to the time of night, and while he's unashamed of a relationship with Jayce, he might not be able to stop himself from blushing like a schoolboy if someone sees him like this.
Smiling, Viktor leans in for another kiss, teasing and light. ] You too, partner.
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and he is so beautiful. they were each other's cartographer and there were no better hands to search through them but their own. jayce accidentally lets a moan slip, a short little thing as the rise of heat seizes him from the middle and spreads white hot from his pelvis out. the combination of kiss, position, the nails in his hair that pries a gasp from him and tingles his nape— how his hands get a little bold, a little eager in spreading his touch across the side of his partner's chest on one side and the top of his leg on the other, exploring and rapt in the bumps of his ribs or the metal brace that hugs his thigh— he realizes just how much he prizes of viktor. from his mind to his body, to his leg and his kiss. an insseperable piece of everything . . . i admire about you. he doesn't think he's ever said that to viktor. his mind's eye suggests he did, in that marvelous plane of stars and nebulae whilst drifting away, slowly . . . losing himself, in front of a great being. was that god, ready to take him? an angel?
viktor— viktor is smiling— he can feel it when he delves for more taste and is met with a wall of teeth, curled lips peeled away. he laughs too, attempts to take viktor's lower lip between his teeth and tease him, gentle, rolls his hips up in the heat of the moment and hitches air into his lungs when met with a dizzying friction, oh, my god—
then, immediately, he freezes. between them, jayce is getting notably aroused and it, ah. shows. viktor is camped right on top of it, most likely felt in the way jayce throbs under all this fabric, just once as the soft space between his legs gets a touch more firm. this is the only time he breaks from viktor willingly, the smack of their mouths broken apart and leaving jayce's lips puffy and glistening. ]
Viktor, [ he says, breathless and dazed and ecstatic— and straining himself from the hips down. trying to look away from him in hopes that what the eyes don't see his cock won't feel. the night hides how deeply hued his face looks. oh, he's never turned this shade before. he tries to be responsible, to his own dismay. he wants to be good. he wants to wait, even if he doesn't actually want to. ] I— I need a minute.
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His fingers are flirting with the waistband of Jayce's pants where it hugs his hips when they rise towards him and then everything goes still. For a second, Viktor fears that he's the one who has pushed too far and maybe Jayce isn't ready for heavy petting like this, that the kissing needs to lighten up a little, that maybe they should head home.
Jayce calls his name like a prayer, like a sin, like a spell. Viktor's mind goes blank for a moment, unable to even consider pulling his hands away from the body beneath his. He can feel Jayce's arousal, yes, but his own is pressing into Jayce's thigh just as firmly—he'd been trying to ignore it, but now that they're so still, so tense, it's harder to deny. ]
F-fuck. [ His voice shakes, one hand tightening its grip on Jayce's hip and the other lifting to push the hair back from his face. He's shocked that just last night, he'd been making notes about Jayce being single and only possibly interested, but it makes him laugh, too. ] Don't worry, Jayce. When I take you for the first time, it'll be in a proper bed.
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he can't help but to roll his head and genuinely chuckle at the both of them. ]
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Can I kiss you again? One for the road?
[ He's loath to leave the magic of this night, this place. It's been one hell of a start to their courtship, but Viktor wouldn't trade all of the discovery and confusion and lust for the world. Still, he's lost track of the time beneath the stars, but it must be late enough that they need to think about getting the horses back. ]
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jayce's hand twists into the front of viktor's riding blouse and yanks him in to crush their mouths in tandem, one final good bye to this night— but jayce kisses like it'd be his last, ever. there is an urgency to it, all his apetite for viktor in a single, dizzying torrent of tongue and upsurges, all of which begin to slow from his desperate rush only when the cosmos seem to whisper in his ear that it's time to part.
forehead to forehead, with his rough hands soothing through viktor's brown locks along his nape, how wild he's made them to now fix the unkempt look so no one awake at this hour would give him odd looks, jayce watches his new lover's eyes. how they shine and grow, and how the beautiful gold would mesmerize him. he had so much to say, even about viktor's supposed bedding plans—
but he doesn't want to say everything in one night. he has his own plans. ]
You could kiss me whenever you want.
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Dizzy and grateful for the forehead keeping him upright, he relaxes the steadying grip his hands had found in the front of Jayce's shirt. They probably both look like a mess, not least of all from the grass staining their knees and wetness down their backs and hair tousled. It's going to be easier sneaking back unnoticed thanks to the time of night, and while he's unashamed of a relationship with Jayce, he might not be able to stop himself from blushing like a schoolboy if someone sees him like this.
Smiling, Viktor leans in for another kiss, teasing and light. ] You too, partner.