[ Viktor sets the toy horse on his knee and pushes both hands back through his hair. He's letting it grow out and it's starting to truly show, falling into his face when he's not taking care to push it back. ]
I think we've known each other less than a year, and that we haven't even slept together. I think my parents are going to have heart attacks, and that you should be with someone who can make you a father because you'd be so good. [ He's shaking bodily now, the tremors moving up from his hands and into his core. It's overwhelming, but he's smiling all the while. ] But I know I'm too selfish to let you go. I know that you're the only person I want to be with. I know that we're soulmates when it's a concept I don't even fully believe in.
[ even when viktor seems distressed, jayce can't help to think he's beautiful, growing locks falling past his cheekbones and framing his face. but . . . even as he holds viktor's hands, feeling the shake through his own, jayce dips his head out of sight. embarassment begins to paint the tips of his ears with everything that could be, well. wrong! about this! w-well, he sputters, and aborts trying to speak any further. from ears to the rest of his face all the way down to his neck, jayce feels himself burn to the brim.
gradually, jayce could be seen deflating in real time. if that's what this is about, he's ready to harshly object— but also shy away, at the thought of his parents, because, yes, but harshly object again, because no, nothing should have to get in his way—
and then, just like that, his attention snatches back up, owlish eyes adjusting to . . . the reality of what viktor's just finalized with. twin souls.
he goes cold and hot all at once. ]
. . . So, [ jayce could feel his chest go tight again, disbelief another splatter on his face. ] yes?
[ He can hear Jayce trying to interrupt, to defend himself, but Viktor is on too much of a roll to end his rant. When he finally does finish, there's a beat of silence before Jayce asks him with so much hope, so much doubt. ]
[ Somehow it's still a shock, and for a second, his throat works as he tries to swallow or speak or anything. Setting the iron horse on the blanket, he reaches out for Jayce and pulls himself into his lap so that he can kiss him. It's needy, passionate, and even when he leans back, he lingers to speak against Jayce's lips. ]
[ jayce thinks he knows what's happening, but he still lags anyway, stunned and accelerated, pressing a kiss to needy lips in any way viktor wants of him, and no mater how much his mind thought to anticipate the joy from hearing yes—
he can't. a little gasp pulls between their lingering lips and jayce's heart goes from leaping to soaring. ]
Yes? [ he can't believe it— he has to laugh but doesn't have the air to, biting into his bottom lip with his front teeth— oh, my goodness. he takes viktor's face within his palms, his mouth splitting to bear a relieved, mirthful beam— ] Yes—
[ the kisses he leaves behind are short amd peppered, because he can't seem to purse his own without giving viktor his gums rather than proper cushioning. when he pulls back, just to see him and, heavens—
his entire face drops. viktor's hair was a beautiful chestnut. his skin, pale peach and stained with such a pretty pink. he keeps breathing inwards, and forgets to ever let it out. only after his fingers take a fallen lock between them, and when his thumb brushes his blushed cheeks. ]
You're even more gorgeous in color.
[ another milestone, another overwhelming realization that would threaten happy tears at the bottom of his eyelids. ]
[ It's strange how his brain prioritizes different observations when he's in love. The first thing he notices is Jayce's shocked face, and he nearly asks if "yes" had been the wrong answer. But then he takes in the deep shade of Jayce's hair, the healthy hue of his skin, the kissable color of his lips. Viktor cups Jayce's face in his palms so he can thumb as his cheeks and pet his hair, and he notices that he can see the color of his own hands. ]
Wha— How? [ His eyes paw over them both like a hungry animal, categorizing the different colors that stand out so much more now than they had as shades of grey. He can feel tears in his eyes, and though he knows it's from an overwhelming happiness, he still wipes at them with the back of his hands. ] This has to be magic, Jayce!
[ it is understandably overwhelming to see color when you've only seen dulled shades all your life— a disease, with nor cure. especially when in their situation, that color was being associated with the growth of their love. pushing viktor's hair behind his ears, jayce thumbs away at the remaining stains left from an emotional leak. he's not so different, though. the way the last of the sunset hits viktor's face and shines through his hair is . . . celestial. he can't see everything around them, yet. hues of greens and blues are ultimately unchanged, but the warmer spectrum that makes up viktor— he could die happy. ]
We called that science, in another life.
[ there were symbols and formulas— and so many notes.
it's funny. he's curious, but jayce doesn't have an obsession to decipher this. he's quite content in simply living it, and making horse shoes and saddles and even braces with viktor instead. it could be their private passion project. it could be just theirs to mull over, when they wanted to.
jayce was already living his dream. he does not need, or want, to change it.
he's flooded. all at once he wants to stare, kiss, cradle. he does neither until the waves ride out, causing his arms to fall onto viktor, showering him with soft affections, instead. ]
[ Viktor smiles because he knows that it's true. They've discovered a little more about their past life, about being men of science who sought to bring magic to the masses. It makes sense, really, because magic has always been the word for something not yet explained by science—but there are times he's not sure that actually applies to everything. Reincarnation, soulmates, and color blindness cured by love? All of those seem so miraculous.
Humming under Jayce's affections, he pushes the thinking aside for once. They're going to be married. He's going to have a husband. And he wants to celebrate. So he leans in close, kissing Jayce near his ear, and whispers. ]
I'd like you to take me home now. [ There's promise in the words, but he's not being forthcoming just yet. ]
[ they are going to have things their age old souls couldn't. lifestyles they were destined to be torn from, but—
not here.
jayce sets aside any worry regarding viktor's family for now; because it is his beloved's voice that leaves a ghosting brush to the peak of his jaw, with words that prickle his skin from the spine up through every hair on his head. he can only imagine what it entails, has a strong feeling about the sultry way viktor's tone tempts him—
technically, if he was to do this the utterly correct way, that everyone should be doing (but don't), he'd avoid this. he'd tell viktor to wait until he spoke with his parents, made it official— but jayce is going to burst. he's going to fucking burst if he doesn't have him, doesn't take him to bed and strip him of his clothes, after so long . . .
it's time . . . to crank it.
are you sure this is gonna work?
it will hold. trust me.
and that reminder twitches jayce's lips up into a knowing smirk. of course it was always viktor to enable reckless behavior. most of all, encourage him to do what he wanted, and not what others expected of him. it makes his desire for viktor burn it's harshest. even in that aspect, he is— everything to him.
jayce falls into it, a willing catch in a trap who wants nothing more than to lose it— a prize for his good behavior, and a secret between the two of them. he encircles his love with his arms for a embrace, but it is a different one; his hold snags at viktor's clothes like the were a bane, he grips flesh with a slow, tightening vice that holds back more. he pushes his nose into the softness of viktor's neck, breathes against it, indulges in his scent and places a shivering kiss to his jugular. ]
I want you.
[ they really should grab their horses and go. jayce looks like he's at his limit of practicing self control.
not that— he'd do anything out here, but he is allowing his pent up lust to pour. it mixes with love and leaves an incredible wildfire in him that will only spread stronger, which . . .
[ The part of Viktor that he tends to bury around Jayce, the only son of a wealthy family, knows what the "proper" timeline is: courting, marriage, and then sleeping together. But Viktor has never care much for being proper, and besides, who would know that they skipped ahead a little? There was no risk of pregnancy, no virginity to keep intact as a bargaining chip. They were in love, and Viktor is ready to follow his heart for Jayce.
He'd do anything for Jayce.
Laughing at the way his partner paws at him, the sound melts into a moan when Jayce starts kissing at his neck. The words make him shudder, the confession that they both so desperately what more of one another. Oh, it's so tempting to just strip down to nothing here and consummate their love beneath the sunset and first stars winking into sight. It's a romantic notion, but the rational side of him that's barely holding on whispers to him that once they start, they won't be able to stop. ]
And I want you. Over and over. But I won't be able to ride a horse after.
[ this is not a good idea but it is also a brilliant idea. jayce's fingers twinge at the thought, over and over, settling oversized palms upon the man's lithe hip bones in his lap. there is both the pressure of his desire wishing to push viktor down against the pit of fire stirring his groin to aching life, as much as his hands tremor with restriction. jayce too, knows that if he starts now, not even the gods would pry him away from viktor. he's so damn gorgeous in the colors that mingle to create his image, so full of life and so very tasteful. the moan that happened to pierce the song of birds still awake is the only symphony he wants to hear now. it goads him to an edge he knows, he's not coming back from if he takes the leap.
jayce's gaze has changed— his pure adoration and blithe have boiled into hungry, begging passion, his legs trying to adjust beneath them, to make room because, gods, gods he wants to rut into that minimal space left and he wants to bite and suck and kiss and—
he tries to focus his pretty, hazing eyes on viktor's face, but that was the worst tease of all for his imagination. that sinful smile of his beckons jayce, enough that his breathing has become shallow, quick. he's going stiff, edging his pelvis to touch viktor from under him. just a brush to his backside. just one— the confines of their pants and the thickness of it already a punishment. ]
I want you to ride me like one, [ he nearly blurts it out to cut the way his throat had threatened to whine to his partner. whine, when has he ever—? ] you won't need another horse.
[ When their eyes meet, it sends a pleasant shiver down Viktor's spine. Jayce's pupils are blown wide, drinking in Viktor's face that's blushing hot enough for him to notice it. He's never been looked at this way, with such pure hunger, and he never wants anyone but Jayce to look at him ever again.
Groaning as Jayce manages to roll his hips up against Viktor's, he combs his fingers back through Jayce's long hair and tugs on it to tilt his head back. He manages to say the most ridiculous thing and still get under Viktor's skin, harkening back to their joke about riding but the threat being infinitely more real now. ]
Jayce, my love, you are really trying my patience. Didn't I promise to bed you properly the first time?
[ jayce's has long since expired, he feels. it's— gone. no more. all that is left are hands that are fighting to not fondle his gorgeously tempting partner. viktor moans again, and jayce feels another aching throb— but what broke the camel's back had been the tug of his hair back to expose his neck to his partner.
jayce gasps so subtly one could miss it, swallows, tight, his face blossoms from bronze to rosey hues, and something snaps inside him like a band stretched too thin. jayce. my love. you're trying my patience. please, take him. he's going to explode. ]
Th— [ he stammers, viktor makes him fucking stammer, wet his lips that for some reason have gone terribly dry, and feel, at last, his thighs tremble like the empty branches on winter-stripped trees. ] Then you should.
[ he does not say please in words, but he does certainly seems to beg now, in every other way. from his eyes to his desperate body language. ]
[ Viktor's dreams hadn't been able to predict the beauty to Jayce like this, neck exposed in a tempting line and face blushing such a beautiful shade. He leans down to press kisses there as he swallows, chuckling because he's certainly gotten them into a mess. ]
Not here. [ Kissing his way up to Jayce's lips, he tugs his hair again to elicit a gasp and kiss him deeply with parted lips. ] But, if you ask nicely, I'll do something to tide you over.
[ oh hushes right past lips before they are taken, capped, his hand pulling grips around the frame coaxing him as warning, as gentle caution that he is on a dangerous boundary. not here, yes, he's painfully aware— he wants to go back, now. dusk creeps upon them and jayce gives way for viktor's kisses like a swinging door. the only reason he hesitates to truly kiss back, is that, through a caught, shaky exhale, jayce knows what will happen if he kisses him with everything he had.
he will get so lost that he'll do something mad. ]
Viktor, [ breatheless, he sighs, but that in itself already mimics the edges of a doubting laugh. he likes, very much, to be handled this way. ] d-do what?
[ Jayce is positively addicting. The way he clings to him with hands that dwarf Viktor's own, the kisses broken by unsteady breaths, the knowledge that both of them are so close to giving in right now and now.
Maybe that's what ultimately does it. Viktor needs to be strong, for the both of them, and while he'd had his ideas, he... wants to do things properly, the first time.
Groaning and pulling away enough so that he can knock his forehead against Jayce's, he gives a breathless laugh. ] That doesn't sound like asking nicely.
[ He resists leaning in for another kiss and instead pulls away, rolling to the side so he can push himself up with his stronger leg. Stretching both arms above him, fingers scraping the stars, he lowers them with a sigh and smooths down the front of his waistcoat before offering a hand to Jayce. ]
I'll make it worth the wait. Take me home, fiancé.
he is stunned. baffled! blinking twice too many times in an attempt to register his lust, love, the colors, newly awakened turn-ons and what he should be doing, all at once. the delay is overridden once jayce figures to help guide viktor up, then himself, first locking is good heel and throwing his weight into it to get up on his feet. ]
—O, okay.
[ he will do absolutely anything for viktor. he fetches the horses. he holds viktor's steed to facilitate his mount, and it's back home.
home. is that what viktor meant by home? ths place he stays it, or the property in general? it's all his home come to think about it, but also . . . home.
they'd share a home. and under that roof jayce has so many plans. they're going to make love endlessly, everywhere, every surface—
[ It's a relief that Jayce doesn't react negatively to Viktor being so seemingly fickle, and it's sweet how he instantly falls back into their same routine of helping each other. Viktor knows that deep lust is lurking beneath the surface for both of them, however, and he's not going to waste time mounting Mercury and turning her in the direction of the estate.
"Home" had meant anywhere they could be together, really. It meant the estate, but in his mind's eye, it was Jayce's cottage and that cozy looking bed where they would spend the night and following morning together. There were parts of their relationship that already bordered on the domestic—working around each other in the stables, bringing the other snacks during late-night brainstorming sessions—but Viktor had never really know what it might be like to have it for real. He can imagine waking up to Jayce, spending the day together, and falling asleep to do it all over again.
Bliss.
The ride back is agonizingly long, and though Viktor wishes he could just hop off the horse and be done with it, they need to take care of their steads. He purposefully stays out of arm's reach of Jayce, sending him flirty looks from the opposite side of the stable, and then when all is said and done, he follows Jayce home without a thought nor care as to who might noticed. ]
[ who knew their trot back would be one of such delightful agony. jayce tails right after him, at times picks up a pace that could only mark his impatience. jayce's gaze is set on places beyond viktor's pretty face— how his legs drape and hips move atop the horse's back. his erect back, a lovely posture, how his frame dips and curves, how he'd like his hands on him. all over him. the stables are not different. jayce unmounts and tends to untacking the animals with swiftness and a little more flex to his arms. he wonders if viktor is watching him, and feels his heart race when golden eyes offer him a sensuous reward for his hard work.
to his surprise, some of the horses have gained color to their coats. "chestnut". he remembers from their paperwork. viktor's hair is "chestnut".
the staring from afar would have to furnish his needs for a little while longer, and they prove to be glances filled with beauty. viktor is at the center of jayce's attention, with jayce's eyes set on him like he'd swallow him whole, like he'd undress him then and there if he got too close, had the lewd idea of having him in one of the stables, silent and careful to not get caught— the sheer thrill of it. that is foul, and dangerous, but a fantasy that ignites him all the same. the clanking of his metal brace accompanies jayce's lumbering steps, a precautionary few arm lengths away— but he is dying to come close.
even as they fall in line and wobble along to jayce's cottage, every step there is a tingle to the growth of the sparks colliding between them. no touching is had— but they may as well be all over each other already. jayce is overcome with passion. the trek to the porch and front door is unbearable, but once they're past it, jayce locks the door behind them.
the tension they have sowed does not fit the room they're in. jayce's heart was going to fly out of his chest and to the stars blinking outside, by the time he finally relaxes his shoulders and meets viktor's direction with a turn towards him.
[ Viktor cannot help but steal glances at Jayce all along the way, knowing that his eyes are full of promise, of desire, of the millions of things he feels around Jayce. It's dark by now, at least, so there's little chance of anyone spotting them in their clandestine affair—even if someone dared to stop them, Viktor feels ready to blurt out about their engagement just to avert any barriers to his well-earned time alone with Jayce.
They've been building up to this for months. Centuries. Eons.
The click of the lock reminds Viktor of their first kiss, but this time, he knows what he's in store for. Standing in the middle of the cottage, he meets Jayce halfway on his trip from the door and wraps his arms around his neck to pull him close enough to kiss. There's no reason to hold back, raw potential building between them in the young night. ]
Fuck. [ He laughs the word breathlessly between kisses, hands dragging down Jayce's back and then hooking in the leather of his belt. ] I was about ready to have you in the stables.
[ It's such a tempting idea in its debauchery, a revered place creating the temptation of the forbidden. He knows they'll have time to explore other locations, opportunities, but he's pleased that they made it back here for the first; Jayce deserves a proper bed for their first time together. Maybe it's something old fashioned in Viktor, that upbringing in proper society shining through, but making love in a bed spoke to the seriousness of their relationship. Jayce isn't a roll in the hay for Viktor, he's a partner, lover—future husband.
The thought makes Viktor lightheaded with giddiness, and he lifts a hand to tug on Jayce's tie in an attempt to walk them over to the bed. ]
[ and how jayce plunges for his lips when they meet, how his hulking steps clink with the metal of his brace to gather his weight as his arms work around his partner's lavish torso. when viktor hushes words to him, jayce's face travels to the side of viktor's, shamelessly pressing his nose to him, scenting him, dragging his bottom lip against flushed skin to submerge himself in viktor after what felt like too many lives gone wrong. the sigh he gives is excessive and deep like— some fucking animal in heat and he does not care. jayce's home within was dark, no candles, even with the blue moon's glow through the cracks of his window's curtains, it doesn't offer too much luminance beyond what their adjusted eyes could already see. maybe that had to change, because—
jayce wanted to see all of him, in all of his stunning color. he did not want to miss a single moment of this. he wanted this vivid in his memory for the rest of his waking life. ]
Don't remind me, [ jayce laughs, with amusement playing the strings to his vocal chords, so stout and laced with an impossible appetite as he takes his filling of viktor's collar bone with steady, wet laps.
in his haste as he steps, he follows the tug of his tie. jayce supports viktor's trek with encircled limbs, fondling the folds at the back of his dress shirt, waistcoat— and slips his fingers under them. with the groove of viktor's back under his nails and two small dimples at the base of his waist, jayce can feel his chest skip beats, make his voice tight. it pulls out a quiet gasp from him. even when they petted each other, quite heavily, jayce would avoid touching skin where clothes had covered. it was too easy to get carried away, and now, after so much time, so much hated restraint—
he is touching the skin he wished so dearly to meld with. jayce is certain he'd go insane with the rest, hiking fabric up and kneading the elasticity of viktor's flesh beneath his habds, the knobs of his ribs going higher— fuck. fuck, indeed. ] I almost lost it at, at the meadow—
[ he speaks again, vlose to his lips but hovering, not diving. he presses shorter, quick kisses to the corners of viktor's mouth, to hear him speak, sigh, and help them get to the bed without getting distracted and tripping on their braced legs. ]
[ In his few experimental forays with sex, Viktor has never felt so wanted, needed, not even close to what Jayce clearly feels. It's like the door closing has let him off a leash, and he's quick to make up for the lost time spent on their way here. The attention to Viktor's neck makes him gasp and then groan, free hand not wound up in Jayce's tie sinking into his hair to keep him close, close.
Hands untuck the back of his shirt and travel beneath it, and Viktor can feel the calluses of each finger dragging over his skin. Jayce's hands are one of Viktor's favorite parts of him in how their strength bends metal to his will yet they have the same gentle patience to are for newborn foals. Viktor craves both, to be treated with roughness that no one believed he could handle and yet to be treasured with tenderness, too.
There's a part of him, too, that worries. Jayce has never seen him naked, or even shirtless, and Viktor knows that he's far from a prized specimen of masculine musculature and without any of the luscious curves of femininity. Even if he hadn't seen Jayce shirtless countless of times in the forge, he'd be able to tell that he's fit and more than worthy of running hands over. Viktor stamps down that doubting voice in his own head, though. Surely Jayce had no misconceptions about what lay beneath Viktor's clothes. ]
I know, Jayce. [ He laughs, catching the fleeting kisses and then deciding to kiss Jayce's neck if he was going to be so difficult. Laving his tongue up the side, he nips at the lobe of his ear. ] I nearly gave in to you.
[ His knees hit the edge of the bed but he manages to stay standing. It would be so easy to sit down and pull Jayce with him, but things are a little complicated for them. A few more kisses and bites, and then Viktor sets both hands on Jayce's chest to slow him down, if only for a moment. ] Jayce. Candles? I want to see you.
[ oh, the combination. words, sweet love bites— jayce feels the hairs at the back of his nape beginning to stand, a tingle rushing down his skin from the tips of his ears getting tampered with between such alluring teeth.
jayce was about to chase after him, press their mouths together bissfully when hands bring him to a halt— and rightfully so. they had a few more things to do, and jayce should try to relax a little more. take his time. they had all night and no rush for this to end, even if he was so starved and terribly greedy. ]
—Yeah, [ he nods, ] my thoughts exactly.
[ jayce parts reluctantly, but not without tracing his hands all over viktor beforehand. if his sigh comes out sounding a bit frustrated, it wasn't exactly it— not when his smirk frisks the corners of his mouth, sucks in his lower lip and pinches viktors ass. it was just.... that.
viktor's everything . . . . but jayce must digress, and get the candles ready. he has plenty on his desk, already mounted in preparation for his nightly jornaling. he'll take a few, in fact, their desitations spread throughout the likes of their single room: the nightstand. the desk. any other place that wasn't a fire harzard, all while he snaps a match to life and transferrs the dim, golden light to a flickering stalking. now, with the smokey scent wafing in the room, jayce returns to his love— with an effort to pace himself, sit them both down on the edges of the bed and look at his gorgeous, gorgeous chestnut locks and amber eyes.
jayce places his entire hand over viktor's thigh, and he's pretty sure his palm could wrap around its circumference]
Our braces should come off, too.
[ the together is implied, and jayce takes viktor's dainty fingers and places them on top of his leg's brace buckle— it wraps around the apex of his thigh, rather high.
[ Smiling at Jayce behaving and actually letting Viktor force him to pause, he chuckles at the frustrated grunt but doesn't do anything further to tease him. It would be cruel, and besides, they're both going to suffer in their time apart.
While Jayce busies himself with the candles, Viktor takes a few steps back towards the front door. Toeing off his shoes and hanging up his jacket, he returns to the bed a bit before Jayce and sits on the edge. The air hangs heavy with promise—they both know what they're about to do, both want it so desperately, that it charges the room like ozone before a thunderstorm.
Jayce sits beside him, touches his brace, the one that his love had made for him so selflessly. Viktor still hasn't returned that favor, though he's thought about how to do so many times.
Looking up at Jayce in the candlelight, enjoying the soft warmth flickering across the angles of his face, Viktor moves his hand from the top of the brace towards the inseam of Jayce's slacks. ]
Let me take care of yours first.
[ He smiles, a little devilishly, and begins to slide off of the edge of the bed. Turning as he lowers himself to the floor, he slots himself between Jayce's legs and looks up at him. Kneeling would have been unthinkable without the brace, so using it to worship its creator like this is a worthy endeavor.
Viktor's hand flirts between the top strap of Jayce's brace and the fly of his pants, knuckles brushing the growing hardness and fingers testing the tightness of the buckle. The undoes the latter first, making sure to move his hands over Jayce's thigh deliberately and, when the strap comes undone, guiding it open so his fingers have an excuse to ghost over the button of his pants. The second strap is undone next, followed by the slack's zipper. It's a bit of a dance between the practicality of undoing the brace and selfishly riling Jayce up, but by the time he reaches the knee of the brace, he's spread the fly of his pants and looks up at Jayce as if waiting for him to give permission for Viktor to continue. ]
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[ Viktor sets the toy horse on his knee and pushes both hands back through his hair. He's letting it grow out and it's starting to truly show, falling into his face when he's not taking care to push it back. ]
I think we've known each other less than a year, and that we haven't even slept together. I think my parents are going to have heart attacks, and that you should be with someone who can make you a father because you'd be so good. [ He's shaking bodily now, the tremors moving up from his hands and into his core. It's overwhelming, but he's smiling all the while. ] But I know I'm too selfish to let you go. I know that you're the only person I want to be with. I know that we're soulmates when it's a concept I don't even fully believe in.
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gradually, jayce could be seen deflating in real time. if that's what this is about, he's ready to harshly object— but also shy away, at the thought of his parents, because, yes, but harshly object again, because no, nothing should have to get in his way—
and then, just like that, his attention snatches back up, owlish eyes adjusting to . . . the reality of what viktor's just finalized with. twin souls.
he goes cold and hot all at once. ]
. . . So, [ jayce could feel his chest go tight again, disbelief another splatter on his face. ] yes?
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Will you ask me properly?
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he's breathless, skipping beats— but jayce is eager, quick, q little desperate to quell the inner tremors— ]
Will you marry me?
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Yes. Of course, yes!
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he can't. a little gasp pulls between their lingering lips and jayce's heart goes from leaping to soaring. ]
Yes? [ he can't believe it— he has to laugh but doesn't have the air to, biting into his bottom lip with his front teeth— oh, my goodness. he takes viktor's face within his palms, his mouth splitting to bear a relieved, mirthful beam— ] Yes—
[ the kisses he leaves behind are short amd peppered, because he can't seem to purse his own without giving viktor his gums rather than proper cushioning. when he pulls back, just to see him and, heavens—
his entire face drops. viktor's hair was a beautiful chestnut. his skin, pale peach and stained with such a pretty pink. he keeps breathing inwards, and forgets to ever let it out. only after his fingers take a fallen lock between them, and when his thumb brushes his blushed cheeks. ]
You're even more gorgeous in color.
[ another milestone, another overwhelming realization that would threaten happy tears at the bottom of his eyelids. ]
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Wha— How? [ His eyes paw over them both like a hungry animal, categorizing the different colors that stand out so much more now than they had as shades of grey. He can feel tears in his eyes, and though he knows it's from an overwhelming happiness, he still wipes at them with the back of his hands. ] This has to be magic, Jayce!
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We called that science, in another life.
[ there were symbols and formulas— and so many notes.
it's funny. he's curious, but jayce doesn't have an obsession to decipher this. he's quite content in simply living it, and making horse shoes and saddles and even braces with viktor instead. it could be their private passion project. it could be just theirs to mull over, when they wanted to.
jayce was already living his dream. he does not need, or want, to change it.
he's flooded. all at once he wants to stare, kiss, cradle. he does neither until the waves ride out, causing his arms to fall onto viktor, showering him with soft affections, instead. ]
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Humming under Jayce's affections, he pushes the thinking aside for once. They're going to be married. He's going to have a husband. And he wants to celebrate. So he leans in close, kissing Jayce near his ear, and whispers. ]
I'd like you to take me home now. [ There's promise in the words, but he's not being forthcoming just yet. ]
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not here.
jayce sets aside any worry regarding viktor's family for now; because it is his beloved's voice that leaves a ghosting brush to the peak of his jaw, with words that prickle his skin from the spine up through every hair on his head. he can only imagine what it entails, has a strong feeling about the sultry way viktor's tone tempts him—
technically, if he was to do this the utterly correct way, that everyone should be doing (but don't), he'd avoid this. he'd tell viktor to wait until he spoke with his parents, made it official— but jayce is going to burst. he's going to fucking burst if he doesn't have him, doesn't take him to bed and strip him of his clothes, after so long . . .
it's time . . . to crank it.
are you sure this is gonna work?
it will hold. trust me.
and that reminder twitches jayce's lips up into a knowing smirk. of course it was always viktor to enable reckless behavior. most of all, encourage him to do what he wanted, and not what others expected of him. it makes his desire for viktor burn it's harshest. even in that aspect, he is— everything to him.
jayce falls into it, a willing catch in a trap who wants nothing more than to lose it— a prize for his good behavior, and a secret between the two of them. he encircles his love with his arms for a embrace, but it is a different one; his hold snags at viktor's clothes like the were a bane, he grips flesh with a slow, tightening vice that holds back more. he pushes his nose into the softness of viktor's neck, breathes against it, indulges in his scent and places a shivering kiss to his jugular. ]
I want you.
[ they really should grab their horses and go. jayce looks like he's at his limit of practicing self control.
not that— he'd do anything out here, but he is allowing his pent up lust to pour. it mixes with love and leaves an incredible wildfire in him that will only spread stronger, which . . .
could he a good thing, today. ]
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He'd do anything for Jayce.
Laughing at the way his partner paws at him, the sound melts into a moan when Jayce starts kissing at his neck. The words make him shudder, the confession that they both so desperately what more of one another. Oh, it's so tempting to just strip down to nothing here and consummate their love beneath the sunset and first stars winking into sight. It's a romantic notion, but the rational side of him that's barely holding on whispers to him that once they start, they won't be able to stop. ]
And I want you. Over and over. But I won't be able to ride a horse after.
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jayce's gaze has changed— his pure adoration and blithe have boiled into hungry, begging passion, his legs trying to adjust beneath them, to make room because, gods, gods he wants to rut into that minimal space left and he wants to bite and suck and kiss and—
he tries to focus his pretty, hazing eyes on viktor's face, but that was the worst tease of all for his imagination. that sinful smile of his beckons jayce, enough that his breathing has become shallow, quick. he's going stiff, edging his pelvis to touch viktor from under him. just a brush to his backside. just one— the confines of their pants and the thickness of it already a punishment. ]
I want you to ride me like one, [ he nearly blurts it out to cut the way his throat had threatened to whine to his partner. whine, when has he ever—? ] you won't need another horse.
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Groaning as Jayce manages to roll his hips up against Viktor's, he combs his fingers back through Jayce's long hair and tugs on it to tilt his head back. He manages to say the most ridiculous thing and still get under Viktor's skin, harkening back to their joke about riding but the threat being infinitely more real now. ]
Jayce, my love, you are really trying my patience. Didn't I promise to bed you properly the first time?
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jayce gasps so subtly one could miss it, swallows, tight, his face blossoms from bronze to rosey hues, and something snaps inside him like a band stretched too thin. jayce. my love. you're trying my patience. please, take him. he's going to explode. ]
Th— [ he stammers, viktor makes him fucking stammer, wet his lips that for some reason have gone terribly dry, and feel, at last, his thighs tremble like the empty branches on winter-stripped trees. ] Then you should.
[ he does not say please in words, but he does certainly seems to beg now, in every other way. from his eyes to his desperate body language. ]
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Not here. [ Kissing his way up to Jayce's lips, he tugs his hair again to elicit a gasp and kiss him deeply with parted lips. ] But, if you ask nicely, I'll do something to tide you over.
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he will get so lost that he'll do something mad. ]
Viktor, [ breatheless, he sighs, but that in itself already mimics the edges of a doubting laugh. he likes, very much, to be handled this way. ] d-do what?
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Maybe that's what ultimately does it. Viktor needs to be strong, for the both of them, and while he'd had his ideas, he... wants to do things properly, the first time.
Groaning and pulling away enough so that he can knock his forehead against Jayce's, he gives a breathless laugh. ] That doesn't sound like asking nicely.
[ He resists leaning in for another kiss and instead pulls away, rolling to the side so he can push himself up with his stronger leg. Stretching both arms above him, fingers scraping the stars, he lowers them with a sigh and smooths down the front of his waistcoat before offering a hand to Jayce. ]
I'll make it worth the wait. Take me home, fiancé.
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he is stunned. baffled! blinking twice too many times in an attempt to register his lust, love, the colors, newly awakened turn-ons and what he should be doing, all at once. the delay is overridden once jayce figures to help guide viktor up, then himself, first locking is good heel and throwing his weight into it to get up on his feet. ]
—O, okay.
[ he will do absolutely anything for viktor. he fetches the horses. he holds viktor's steed to facilitate his mount, and it's back home.
home. is that what viktor meant by home? ths place he stays it, or the property in general? it's all his home come to think about it, but also . . . home.
they'd share a home. and under that roof jayce has so many plans. they're going to make love endlessly, everywhere, every surface—
he is so intently watching viktor. ]
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"Home" had meant anywhere they could be together, really. It meant the estate, but in his mind's eye, it was Jayce's cottage and that cozy looking bed where they would spend the night and following morning together. There were parts of their relationship that already bordered on the domestic—working around each other in the stables, bringing the other snacks during late-night brainstorming sessions—but Viktor had never really know what it might be like to have it for real. He can imagine waking up to Jayce, spending the day together, and falling asleep to do it all over again.
Bliss.
The ride back is agonizingly long, and though Viktor wishes he could just hop off the horse and be done with it, they need to take care of their steads. He purposefully stays out of arm's reach of Jayce, sending him flirty looks from the opposite side of the stable, and then when all is said and done, he follows Jayce home without a thought nor care as to who might noticed. ]
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to his surprise, some of the horses have gained color to their coats. "chestnut". he remembers from their paperwork. viktor's hair is "chestnut".
the staring from afar would have to furnish his needs for a little while longer, and they prove to be glances filled with beauty. viktor is at the center of jayce's attention, with jayce's eyes set on him like he'd swallow him whole, like he'd undress him then and there if he got too close, had the lewd idea of having him in one of the stables, silent and careful to not get caught— the sheer thrill of it. that is foul, and dangerous, but a fantasy that ignites him all the same. the clanking of his metal brace accompanies jayce's lumbering steps, a precautionary few arm lengths away— but he is dying to come close.
even as they fall in line and wobble along to jayce's cottage, every step there is a tingle to the growth of the sparks colliding between them. no touching is had— but they may as well be all over each other already. jayce is overcome with passion. the trek to the porch and front door is unbearable, but once they're past it, jayce locks the door behind them.
the tension they have sowed does not fit the room they're in. jayce's heart was going to fly out of his chest and to the stars blinking outside, by the time he finally relaxes his shoulders and meets viktor's direction with a turn towards him.
there's no stopping them now. ]
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They've been building up to this for months. Centuries. Eons.
The click of the lock reminds Viktor of their first kiss, but this time, he knows what he's in store for. Standing in the middle of the cottage, he meets Jayce halfway on his trip from the door and wraps his arms around his neck to pull him close enough to kiss. There's no reason to hold back, raw potential building between them in the young night. ]
Fuck. [ He laughs the word breathlessly between kisses, hands dragging down Jayce's back and then hooking in the leather of his belt. ] I was about ready to have you in the stables.
[ It's such a tempting idea in its debauchery, a revered place creating the temptation of the forbidden. He knows they'll have time to explore other locations, opportunities, but he's pleased that they made it back here for the first; Jayce deserves a proper bed for their first time together. Maybe it's something old fashioned in Viktor, that upbringing in proper society shining through, but making love in a bed spoke to the seriousness of their relationship. Jayce isn't a roll in the hay for Viktor, he's a partner, lover—future husband.
The thought makes Viktor lightheaded with giddiness, and he lifts a hand to tug on Jayce's tie in an attempt to walk them over to the bed. ]
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jayce wanted to see all of him, in all of his stunning color. he did not want to miss a single moment of this. he wanted this vivid in his memory for the rest of his waking life. ]
Don't remind me, [ jayce laughs, with amusement playing the strings to his vocal chords, so stout and laced with an impossible appetite as he takes his filling of viktor's collar bone with steady, wet laps.
in his haste as he steps, he follows the tug of his tie. jayce supports viktor's trek with encircled limbs, fondling the folds at the back of his dress shirt, waistcoat— and slips his fingers under them. with the groove of viktor's back under his nails and two small dimples at the base of his waist, jayce can feel his chest skip beats, make his voice tight. it pulls out a quiet gasp from him. even when they petted each other, quite heavily, jayce would avoid touching skin where clothes had covered. it was too easy to get carried away, and now, after so much time, so much hated restraint—
he is touching the skin he wished so dearly to meld with. jayce is certain he'd go insane with the rest, hiking fabric up and kneading the elasticity of viktor's flesh beneath his habds, the knobs of his ribs going higher— fuck. fuck, indeed. ] I almost lost it at, at the meadow—
[ he speaks again, vlose to his lips but hovering, not diving. he presses shorter, quick kisses to the corners of viktor's mouth, to hear him speak, sigh, and help them get to the bed without getting distracted and tripping on their braced legs. ]
I'm so glad we came—
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Hands untuck the back of his shirt and travel beneath it, and Viktor can feel the calluses of each finger dragging over his skin. Jayce's hands are one of Viktor's favorite parts of him in how their strength bends metal to his will yet they have the same gentle patience to are for newborn foals. Viktor craves both, to be treated with roughness that no one believed he could handle and yet to be treasured with tenderness, too.
There's a part of him, too, that worries. Jayce has never seen him naked, or even shirtless, and Viktor knows that he's far from a prized specimen of masculine musculature and without any of the luscious curves of femininity. Even if he hadn't seen Jayce shirtless countless of times in the forge, he'd be able to tell that he's fit and more than worthy of running hands over. Viktor stamps down that doubting voice in his own head, though. Surely Jayce had no misconceptions about what lay beneath Viktor's clothes. ]
I know, Jayce. [ He laughs, catching the fleeting kisses and then deciding to kiss Jayce's neck if he was going to be so difficult. Laving his tongue up the side, he nips at the lobe of his ear. ] I nearly gave in to you.
[ His knees hit the edge of the bed but he manages to stay standing. It would be so easy to sit down and pull Jayce with him, but things are a little complicated for them. A few more kisses and bites, and then Viktor sets both hands on Jayce's chest to slow him down, if only for a moment. ] Jayce. Candles? I want to see you.
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jayce was about to chase after him, press their mouths together bissfully when hands bring him to a halt— and rightfully so. they had a few more things to do, and jayce should try to relax a little more. take his time. they had all night and no rush for this to end, even if he was so starved and terribly greedy. ]
—Yeah, [ he nods, ] my thoughts exactly.
[ jayce parts reluctantly, but not without tracing his hands all over viktor beforehand. if his sigh comes out sounding a bit frustrated, it wasn't exactly it— not when his smirk frisks the corners of his mouth, sucks in his lower lip and pinches viktors ass. it was just.... that.
viktor's everything
. . . . but jayce must digress, and get the candles ready. he has plenty on his desk, already mounted in preparation for his nightly jornaling. he'll take a few, in fact, their desitations spread throughout the likes of their single room: the nightstand. the desk. any other place that wasn't a fire harzard, all while he snaps a match to life and transferrs the dim, golden light to a flickering stalking. now, with the smokey scent wafing in the room, jayce returns to his love— with an effort to pace himself, sit them both down on the edges of the bed and look at his gorgeous, gorgeous chestnut locks and amber eyes.
jayce places his entire hand over viktor's thigh, and he's pretty sure his palm could wrap around its circumference]
Our braces should come off, too.
[ the together is implied, and jayce takes viktor's dainty fingers and places them on top of his leg's brace buckle— it wraps around the apex of his thigh, rather high.
he encourages him to be there anyway. ]
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While Jayce busies himself with the candles, Viktor takes a few steps back towards the front door. Toeing off his shoes and hanging up his jacket, he returns to the bed a bit before Jayce and sits on the edge. The air hangs heavy with promise—they both know what they're about to do, both want it so desperately, that it charges the room like ozone before a thunderstorm.
Jayce sits beside him, touches his brace, the one that his love had made for him so selflessly. Viktor still hasn't returned that favor, though he's thought about how to do so many times.
Looking up at Jayce in the candlelight, enjoying the soft warmth flickering across the angles of his face, Viktor moves his hand from the top of the brace towards the inseam of Jayce's slacks. ]
Let me take care of yours first.
[ He smiles, a little devilishly, and begins to slide off of the edge of the bed. Turning as he lowers himself to the floor, he slots himself between Jayce's legs and looks up at him. Kneeling would have been unthinkable without the brace, so using it to worship its creator like this is a worthy endeavor.
Viktor's hand flirts between the top strap of Jayce's brace and the fly of his pants, knuckles brushing the growing hardness and fingers testing the tightness of the buckle. The undoes the latter first, making sure to move his hands over Jayce's thigh deliberately and, when the strap comes undone, guiding it open so his fingers have an excuse to ghost over the button of his pants. The second strap is undone next, followed by the slack's zipper. It's a bit of a dance between the practicality of undoing the brace and selfishly riling Jayce up, but by the time he reaches the knee of the brace, he's spread the fly of his pants and looks up at Jayce as if waiting for him to give permission for Viktor to continue. ]
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