[ 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. ]
[ jayce's eyes blow up like balloons— not that he is surprised that this is happening, but there's still a part of him that cannot believe this is finally happening. jayce scrambles behind him to reach for one his pillows to toss beneath viktor's knees, make it more comfortable because god knew how rough the floorboards were on their legs. viktor parks between his legs and, in this position— ]
Viktor . . .
[ only in his dreams and hazy, living fantasies. jayce becomes inexplicably flustered, the redness of his face burning just as bright as the dancing candlelights, catching his breath as it rises and falls seconds quicker than the last. with every tease, with every snag of viktor's sinful smirks pulling away at the buckles and unraveling his trousers, jayce's breathing catches in his throat like knots on rope. his painfully solid erection pops free from confinement once the button and fly are down, riled too harshly only minutes prior to their return to the cottage and very easy to bring back. with viktor that way, between his legs? he did not stand a chance. they could say goodbye to jayce being able to button his pants again, because it's damn certain it won't fit back. only the suspenders under his waistcoat, that he has forgotten to pull off, holds the fabric up.
the knee and ankle of his brace have metal straps and fastens at the sides. with enough coercing they should come undone. as jayce preemptively gets to work on unbottoning the row that keeps his coat together, his unwavering eyes silently meet and confirm— he could keep going. the uneven lift of his cupid's bow pulls a notched smile apart. he probably looks a mess already. ]
[ The scramble for a pillow is sweet, and kneeling on it makes him feel... precious. It's a strange thing, to be at a man's feet and yet know that they have one another's heartstrings wrapped around their fingers.
Jayce's cock draws Viktor's attention immediately, making his mouth water. He finds himself fascinated with the colors he'd never been able to see before, tracing his finger from blushing tip to the dark curls at the base. There's no pause before wrapping his hand around its girth, testing the weight of it with a slow, curious stroke. ]
Have you? [ Looking up to catch Jayce's eye, he lazily circles the pad of his thumb beneath the head of his cock. His other hand is working away at the bottom half of the leg brace, nimble fingers able to multitask. ] What did you imagine me doing?
with his undergarments hiked down to the start of his thighs, jayce sighs out a shivering puff at touch, at last, touch. he didn't want to miss a second of this, making sure that his good leg supported his weight the most as he sat at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs just a little farther apart and cupping the side of viktor's face with a hand that wasn't gripping the cushions so tight. he looked— beautiful. he looked so beautiful. viktor was holding his cock, in his hand, swollen red with want and, ]
Fffuck— [ it pulses in his grip with a thirst that rivaled a desert's stranding, pleading to be explored the same way jayce's eyes were begging for a turn and to stay seated at the same time— he wanted both at once. the top of viktor's head is where he could reach for the moment, when his partner reached for the lower clasps of his brace; eventually, he settles on placing his own hand fondly on viktor's, brushing at the top of his knuckles, then caressing his forearm that soon locks into a grip when his head is teased. it twitches with vigor, so ready for more, and here was jayce unsure how long he'd fucking last when his head was beginning to swim. ] I, I'd—
[ a swallow so tight squeezes past his throat and even clicks. he's— mildly embarrassed, now. that he'd just admitted to fantasizing about viktor in one of many ways, right in this bed, in his own musk. he hadn't thought his blurting through, had he? but should he be-? ]
I'd— imagine you— t-teasing me, seizing me, when, when I . . . Was good, to you. [ a little more directly, then: ] When I deserved it.
[ jayce had been an open man about his feelings, with the right person. his privacy was something else, a different demon, but—
the single act of telling viktor without resistance is proof of his trust. he can't help the worrying anticipation for the reaction that would come after, though. ]
[ Viktor can be patient, when experiments require it of him. He can sit and observe, changing variables in minute ways and watching the effects with wide, unblinking eyes. It's how he approaches touching Jayce now, cataloguing how he flexes his muscles when Viktor applies pressure to a certain part of his cock or the exhale of breath when tracing a line along one of its veins. He's a patient man when he's getting exactly what he wants, and he can wait for Jayce to find the words to answer the posed question.
And what an answer it is, worth waiting any amount of time for. Viktor's breath hitches and he can feel his own cock throb beneath the confines of his slacks, pulled even tighter by his position. Even though he's the one kneeling on the floor, he can feel the power that he has over Jayce in the moment—a control that he seems so willing to give up to Viktor. ]
Did you dream of me praising you? [ He's almost finished with the lower buckles of the brace, now, and he slows a bit to drag out the fun. Leaning in, he nuzzles the side of Jayce's cock, rubbing it between his cheek and the palm of his hand still holding it firmly. ] Did you come when I called you my good boy?
[ at every moment, every second, they are learning more about each other. viktor, the man he'd see outside, hobbling along the stables or sharing lunch with him, provoking him with little treats of what was to come— and now viktor, in sworn privacy. between four walls and only him, just for him: beyond as powerful and imperious as he'd concieve when he couldn't bare not to touch himself; in the shower, or with his face to the pillow and viktor's handkerchief, whenever he'd leave it behind. jayce is sure he's just plummeted deeper into love, lust, and utter surrender for him, in the way he nearly cries out at the words, just the words, honey dribbling at his ears and causing his thighs to clench, his held cock to quiver against sharp cheekbones with poignant affirmation. he grasps at viktor, whatever it was that he could grab hold of him as his back arches into a magnificent curve. he's kept his eyes on viktor until now, but a brief unfocused shiver of hazel globes comes and goes. breathe. breathe—
he is so very glad that viktor isn't stroking him. any movement would've edged him closer and closer to a high he didn't want yet, and how embarrassing would that be? their first time, long awaited, heavily desired, only for jayce to spill his load on viktor's face by barely being touched. filthy. hardly romantic.
he'd be disappointed for the both of them. ]
Yes— [ he doesn't even have his pants off, his brace off. to be such an increasing mess . . .it's like he's finally free. ] B-be careful, Viktor, please—
[ he doesn't want to come yet. oh, but viktor could certainly tell— that even when he begs, jayce's dick twitches with enjoyment. ]
[ In all his life, Viktor never would have imagined finding someone who was such a perfect fit for him in all facets of life. He and Jayce were like two gears hand-cut to slot together in synchronized perfection, different enough that they were unique and yet spinning in time, notches aligned on an atomic level. He wanted to sit and watch Jayce come undone for hours, to note the twitches in each muscle and the way his beautiful hazel eyes rolled back no matter how hard he tried to focus. He wanted to take the control so freely given, something that Viktor craved because it was so hard-won in every other aspect of his life. Only Jayce—tall, muscular, tanned, gorgeous Jayce—would let a skinny nothing like Viktor have dominion over him. ]
You miraculous creature. [ Leaning away from Jayce's throbbing need, Viktor unfastens the final bolt in his brace as his fingers circle the base of his cock and squeeze. ] Don't worry, love, I'm far from finished with you.
[ It's so tempting to give the head of his length a kiss, but Viktor thinks that would be pushing their luck. Instead, he uses both hands to remove the brace and set it aside gingerly, within reach of the bed for when morning comes. With that hurdle cleared, he pushes to his feet, a little shaky from kneeling, and stands with a groan. He'll need to bring his cane with him next time rather than forgetting it in the stables thanks to a lust-clouded mind. ]
[ jayce manages to stiffle a yelp when a pressuring clutch both dulls and heightens his sensibility at once, lifting his injured leg at the jolt of sudden build up he could feel mounting— and then, release. sweet yet provoking release from his cock, of which causes jayce both a shimmering disappointment and pulsating relief. it was inexplicable, the way viktor's words, watching his lips move, everything— his arousal misses him, beckoning his beloved's return with a visible throb that has jayce's legs scrambling to smuggle its exposure with the fall of his loosened dress shirt. he's too tempted, so now, now that viktor lifts himself, jayce's hand extends for his waist, nearly the entirety of it covered by its sheer size, to support and guide him back to the bed's edge (and yes, it may have been another reason to touch him all the more). sitting, not standing. his legs could dangle, jayce could hoist him up— without his walking aid, and soon without his brace, they should preserve what they had.
jayce takes everything in first, standing in front of viktor with his weight pressed to his right side. his beautiful imperfections. his uneven top lip. the slight crook at the bridge of his nose. his lethal eyes and curved brows. the moles like stars on his face. jayce sighs and flutters his eyes at the marveling sight, his thumbs connecting as his grip around his waist narrows to the band of his riding slacks— his lover's groin creates a flourishing tent for him.
oh, jayce is done for.
it's easier on him, being on his knees. the pillow left behind is used to cushion the shin that needed the most support. jayce's height and the height of the bed were in his favor to allow him to rest one leg and keep the other propped, wrap his arms around viktor's thighs and across his bottom, pressing the side of his face against his knees. jayce is a tremor, a leaf holding a branch for dear life in the wind— and it was about to get worse, wasn't it? so much worse (or better).
steadying his breathing, jayce is grateful for the momentary respite (not that his cock stops throbbing any less). he breathes into viktor's clothes, touches his temple to his braced knee as he cradles his love's calf and brings his creation into sight. ]
Please, [ he is asking, needing to ask— ] now let me.
[ jayce would do things differently to keep viktor on his toes and himself in line, starting with the softest intermission— sitting now with both knees to the ground, politely, and resting viktor's heel in his lap.
it's— dangerously close. jayce gives a small, knowing smirk, some coy foresight if viktor got any ideas, which he's certain he would. the first strap is taken to, marked by jayce's initials in a signature groove, π. a bold move, to mark him. there is still plenty grey having yet to show themselves in color, but jayce doesn't need it today when he has every color that matters to him. ]
[ Viktor hums at the hand that spreads over his stomach, looking down to consider how it so easily illustrates the way Jayce physically dwarfs him. Another means of contrast between them; a large, warm star and a small, pale moon.
Allowing Jayce to guide him down to sit on the bed, Viktor admires him from this new angle that's a more extreme upshot compared to their usual height difference. It doesn't last for long, however, because Jayce folds in front of him and wraps him in an embrace that makes Viktor's chest clench with affection. His hand gravitates to Jayce's hair without a second thought, running through the brown waves and pushing them back from the side of his face lifting towards Viktor. It's easy to feel the shaking as it vibrates from Jayce's body and into Viktor's, and he can only hope it's from the anticipation. ]
Take your time. [ It's meant to both steady and permit, to let Jayce run things while he's kneeling so pretty for Viktor. He'd be more than happy to have his slacks ripped off of him in a fit of passion, brace be damned, but he knows that this means more to both of them and so their patience somehow manages to hold.
Having his foot set in Jayce's lap is somehow bolder than Viktor could have predicted, a blush heating the tips of his ears. It's a thought for another time, another night of debauchery, when they're not already wound up so tight and ready to burst. ] Focus, Jayce. I won't be touching you again so soon, or all this waiting will be for nothing.
[ when jayce's teeth flash, gap and all, a corner of his prominent canines prod out in mock shock just as he frees the second clasp leading to viktor's knee. he's fumbling with the third, his fingers feeling weak from the intense rush just moments prior. his tone is light— peppered with affectionate jesting as he tries to overcome his damned quivering, not unlike a young virgin boy riddled with excited nerves. ]
After what you did to me?
[ he's shocked. look at his face of complete, utter shock . . . (his shock is as fake as powdered wigs).
jayce could see the rush of blood to his partner's face now, a delectable splash of pink tainting his ears and the sharp dip of his cheekbones. it encourages him be a little cheeky— playful in his removal of the third clasp securing viktor's knee by raising a single hand up the inside of his leg, following the inner seams of his slacks. it glides upward, slow, tantalyzing and correlating each brush with a reaction to the slide of flesh just underneath this cursed, thin layer of fabric still between them. jayce's knead is quite insistent, hardy, stopping at the very apex of his thighs with a twitch of his fingers and a careful sigh.
his cock stirs just beneath the folds of his shirt over it. patience. of course. ]
I should torture you with affection.
[ in the future, jayce would like them to fuck with their clothes on, but that will not be their first time. this sacred moment was to go on an adventure together. ]
[ Even though he's been acting pretty tough so far, Viktor shakes at the touches to his inner thigh. Their courtship has reacquainted him with kissing and having hands on his body, but Jayce had always been quite the gentleman—meaning, anything below the belt was off-limits, other than help with leg braces in a much less sexual capacity compared with current circumstances. So while Viktor has been thinking about this for so long, and given in to seeking out his own hand on plenty of occasions, he's still incredibly sensitive to touches from Jayce.
Shivering, certain that he can feel the heat of Jayce's hand even when it's focused on the brace, Viktor leans back on one of his hands to help support his own weight. His other hand moves up to Jayce's hair, fingers combing through it and then tracing the side of his face before he cups it with his palm. ]
I think I could withstand such torture from you. [ He drags his thumb over the bow of Jayce's lips, exposes that endearing space between his teeth, watches how his mouth moves around the pad of his finger. ] I would do anything for you.
[ jayce's lips are lax, plump to the brush, and once viktor's inner palm conforms to the square angles of his face, jayce presses a lingering kiss to the inside, his head tilting into the hold viktor has on him beyond physical. he can feel it underneath his massaging hands, the tremble of viktor's muscle starved for attention and he wants to give more, so much more. his hands retreat from their deliberate study to pry the last confines surrounding viktor's ankle and foot away, and at last, the brace is off. set carefully next to his own, jayce stays where he is, allowing viktor the view of him on his ankles as his hands returned to their studies.
jayce would set the world aflame for viktor. he'd do unthinkable things for viktor, that not even he was aware of. ]
And I, you, [ he adds, with tenderness: ] my love.
[ there is more freedom, now. jayce's fingers hook into the waist of viktor's trousers, his thumbs working the button undone, and then, the zipper. he is not quick to do this, intentionally so. as he strips the fabric down to his knees, only leaving his undergarments, jayce lowers his face to the soft, inner cushioning of viktor's exposed thighs, his beard a gentle tickle— and his kiss, wet with slow, delving passion. the pants pull lower, and while jayce's hands start carressing viktor from the ankle up, his face rises inches and inches higher with time, sucking at pinches of flesh to leave marks of his devotion. ]
I want to see all of you tonight. You, [ he maintains eye contact, uses his teeth in a gentle gnaw of ripe red splotches left by his tongue, and finds the sides of his hips to grip onto, full palms] and every perfect imperfection that makes you, Viktor.
[ jayce knows what viktor thinks of himself.
he wished he could bat his insecurities away, and replace them all with what he saw. all of what he felt. if only viktor knew what he was. ]
[ Viktor smiles at the tender kiss, flexing his palm open a little wider to welcome the affection. The brace comes off so gently, and in the space that remains, he stretches his leg with a relieved little groan. When he opens his eyes, the sight of their braces resting together fills him with a surprising sense of belonging.
Two sides of the same coin. A gear rotating in bright blue space.
For a moment, he doesn't do anything other than smile at Jayce and wait to see what he's going to do next. When he seems to decide on getting rid of Viktor's pants, he shifts his weight onto his hand still on the bed and lifts his hips to help. He wishes he could keep the position, lithe and strong, but he's neither of those things and has to fall back onto the bed as soon as the waistband clears his thighs.
Jayce leaning in surprises him, the beard tickling his sensitive skin and making him shiver. The kiss that follows has Viktor sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, biting into the thin flesh as he watches Jayce travel higher. He's not expecting words, but they knock the air out of him as a soft, disbelieving laugh. ]
All of me is for you to see, Jayce. [ Leaning in, he touches long fingers beneath Jayce's chin to tilt his face up enough to steal a kiss. ] Everything I have to offer.
[ jayce's brows pull together, his smile a harpoon in effectiveness that was meant to delve into viktor's heart and make his pit within it. with only his underwear remaining, jayce slinks off the floor, a gradual ascension through a harder grip against the bed's edge for him to rise between viktor's legs. he takes him in, touches his forehead and brushes his nose to his, pays little heed to the tremor under his injury when he could so easily place his knees on cushions— on either side of viktor, to be precise. he crawls on top of his partner, to ease the strain on their backs and to fire a much needed kiss between them, one where viktor could comfortably lay himself back or prop himself up. ]
Viktor,
[ he coos his name before jayce's mouth reveres him in full, tongue feasting on the lines of his mouth and bumps of his gums, swirling and lapping with gradual fervor cooking them to an inescapable heat. his hands worship him, gently surrounding his face before his seeking strokes down viktor's chest become harsher, splayed, hating the shirt still on him and fumbling with the first few buttons lining the front, in between the rocking of their mouths, jayce's impatient hands hike underneath the fabric, bunch them up to feel thin pecs and hard nips— he moans onto viktor's tongue when his heated palms are full, reacting to the nobs of each rib and outlining every crimp he could find— until his curiosity settles on nipples, and slotting one of them between his index and middle finger to brush and pinch it to test its sensitivity. ]
[ Jayce's smile had carved out a permanent residency in Viktor's heart long before tonight, toothy and sweet with its gap between plump lips. It's a smile for admiring, and for kissing, and for melting.
Watching Jayce rise to his feet, Viktor leans into the little touches and tilts forward to steal a quick kiss when Jayce's lips are close enough to reach. He reaches up to grab the front of Jayce's shirt as he looms over him, crowding his space in the best way possible. Viktor lies down, parting his lips to the kiss and making sure Jayce doesn't run away from it with a strong hand still gripping his shirt and another reaching up to cup the back of his head. ]
Jayce.
[ It's incredible how his name can sound so good on Jayce's lips, a prayer reaching out to him in search of an echo that Viktor is all too happy to give. They call out to each other across the small distance between them here and the vastness of space between them in another life, seeking and permitting and praising.
The kiss is like a physical representation of that yearning and finding, call and response. Viktor gives himself over to it, to Jayce, in a rare situation where he allows instincts to take control. He kisses back and bites at Jayce's lips, meeting the fervor and passion even as hands threaten to distract him. Shaking beneath the frantic touches, he starts pulling on the back of Jayce's shirt so they can both be rid of more clothing. He gasps as his brain stutters, fingers splaying and letting go of their handfuls when Jayce touches one of his nipples. This... this exploration is something that he's missed before, a partner that's interested in all of him, mapping out what makes him tick. Letting out a shaky breath, he lifts his chest into the touch to encourage more. ]
[ jayce. he's never wanted to hear his name so much on someone else's tongue. it made him feel dizzy, love drunk and starstruck. each hush of their handles felt like a divine call back, a summoning of each other's age old amour and charging it with an unbeatable, untamable thirst. jayce refuses to separate from the kiss' influx, as he rolls his shoulders back to help glide the straps of his suspenders off, hanging in loose loops against the sides of his legs. viktor's lovebites burn his lips, and he cannot help but to suckle back on the lower rim to persuade him for more. one more.
viktor shivers beneath him and jayce feels like a starving animal with his hands under his shirt, prying the last few buttons to sweep them apart and leave his partner's chest bare for him. bare to look upon, bare to glorify— jayce's entire hand nearly covers viktor's bust, intensity escalating as he happily gives him what he asks for: touch. a squeeze of each nipple, friction under his thumb and gasping when viktor vaults into his studies. his sighs have gotten so much deeper now, dropping to his forearms and applying the weight of his pelvis against viktor's. bare cock to clothed, his slacks halfway down his thighs . jayce was so vocal when he wasn't speaking. a soft language of grunts and short moans. viktor, oh, viktor hushed and babbled.
persuation becomes encouragement, quiet provocation as a deep plunge into viktor's mouth becomes a dragging nibble to swollen entry, as the hand that cups the back of his head contracts into his curls and angles his face. bite harder. he wants to feel it. he wants to feel it all as he gently veers his knee between viktor's crotch, careful about harming his stones, but purposeful in edging him with all the more contact. pressure.
they weren't going to leave this room the same way. jayce was certain he'd come out of this absolutely crazed even when the lust would come to a momentary end. he wants him, he wants him he wants him so much and no amount of time spent together would be able to diminish that, he fucking knows it.
[ Viktor all but rips Jayce's shirt apart once the suspenders are gone, fingers barely pausing to undo each button out of pure necessity since he hasn't the strength to pop them. The chest he's met with is far from unfamiliar, but unlike those times before when he's seen it in the forge, he's allowed to touch it now. And touch it he does, smoothing his palms up from Jayce's ribs and over both perfect mounds of his pecs and then dragging his nails through the hair of his chest. He's so surprisingly soft when he's not hard at work or flexing to show off—Viktor caught on early, but kept Jayce's secret—and Viktor desperately wants to get the right angle to take a bite. Later, he has to remind himself; they have all the time in the world.
The stimulation to his nipples makes him twitch, breath hitching as Jayce maneuvers them to be closer. He can feel the heat between their dicks as if there's no clothes left between them at all and moans at the pressure, the barest of friction. Gritting his teeth against all of the pleasures vying for his attention, he focuses on kicking off Jayce's trousers so he can hook his left leg over a hip to keep his lover close. ]
Fuck. [ Panting into the charged air between them, he leans in to suck Jayce's bottom lip between his teeth to nibble before pulling away with a tug. ] Come on, Jayce, touch me.
[ oh, get these off— off. off, off, off. the last of his shirt: gone. his pants: kicked to his knees and thrusted down his ankles in a swift swoop. he pulls viktor's sleeves away and, god— he's winding him up again, isn't he? he's waiting. it drives jayce insane with want and mild impatience— but, perhaps.
perhaps, he had to be good.
jayce allows the tug to pull his lip back to expose his teeth, dragging his tongue right across the dull aching of viktor's teasing pinches against his, bloated and red with the constant friction of his beard. come on, viktor solicits, jayce's cock throeing into a prodding curve against viktor's imploring erection, stirring to be set free from the rest of its confines. join him. jayce could feel his mind stammer with unabashed delight, sparking into a flash of rapture as viktor finishes: jayce, touch me. ]
Oh, God, please—
[ his mouth scrapes his partner's collarbone with teeth, softens his descent starting at his mole, a kiss there, then continuing his course with a wet roil of his tongue taking its time down his sternum— eyes on viktor's amber swills to give him a look of muddled ecstacy— on being told what to do, to be given the directive to go wild.
jayce tongue drags hard and flat across tinted areolas, his mouth hanging apart, all while his hands work with double the enthusiasm. on his ribs, his beautiful waist in need of a squeeze, and the best for last: his crotch. jayce shakes, his fingers on a high from the rush of touching, actually touching viktor's cock. he goes for it, an insistent grab that has him tipping his head back, but not his gaze. it is— hot and heavy in his grasp, coaxing a knead upward with rippling fingers until they crawl down— and slot into the holes of viktor's undergarments' legs, previewing the first touch of his balls so snug to his body heat with two fingers, then three... the to the tops of his knuckles. jayce's searing desire spreads at the comtact, flooding his pelvis and igniting ouward to every limb. his touch his gentle and at the same time, ardent. if it ends too soon, well, yes.
because jayce clasps the fabric and tugs a good few times down, with both hands, quick and effective in tossing it the rest of the way so that he could freely roam back up and collect his offering: viktor's entire package.
suffice to say, he looks a bit surprised. and breathless. ]
[ Chuckling at the frantic discarding of clothes, Viktor enjoys the uninterrupted path his hands can take over Jayce's shoulders, down his back, around his ribs, then back up his chest. There's nothing left on him, just his hungry expression as he looks at Viktor who maintains a deplorable level of decency in his open shirt and underwear. He hopes it's a good display for his fiancé, at least, because that's what really matters in the moment.
The fact that Jayce leans in to eat him alive is probably a good sign.
Viktor groans as wet heat laps at his chest, fingers of both hands reaching to sink into Jayce's hair. He's not holding him in place, more interested in seeing where he might move with the freedom to do so, but he is pulling on his hair to encourage him to pay equal attention to both nipples. The touch to his cock, even through the barrier of cotton, makes him shudder and tug harder than intended. Jayce is teasing, exploring, so Viktor finds a moment to breathe and be patient rather than rushing ahead of things. The careful, curious touches are sweet if maddening, and when the attention turns to removing Viktor's underwear, he's eager to help by lifting his lips.
Exposed entirely now, laying in the sprawl of his discarded shirt beneath him, he huffs out laughter at the surprised expression on his lover's face. ] Is this your first time seeing another man's cock?
[ at least he's earnest about it, but that divulged reveal took its toll on jayce and made him realize his smile may be more abashed than he'd wanted to look. on his knees and seated in between viktor's spread legs, jayce tentatively shifts one palm to the side of his partner's hip, and the other to his cock, index finger propping it up by the top of its base, and his thumb snug around the tight foundation of his balls. a very delicate grasp, for hands so strident. the only thing he's going off of here is previous knowledge on how to please himself. ]
And you're . . . Bigger, than I expected. [ now that brings a hue so deep to his face that it spreads violently down to his neck, a red so intense it might as well be purple. at least he grins through it, able to take his own huff of a laugh in stride if viktor would. ] How'd you walk around with this?
[ some humor, to break his own first time nervousness and creeping performance anxiety. he wants to please him. he wants to please him so badly, the thought of viktor's hands scraping in his hair and sweet moans in his ears tempts shivers up his spine. he wants it all again, beginning to lower himself onto his belly, sliding the hand on viktor's hip under his thigh and hooking around it. part of him wonders what it'd be like to fuck and be fucked, thoughts he'd only entertain when he was in solitude.
it makes his swallow tight with anticipation, lick his lips as his face comes closer, but not yet touching. the thought goes silent for now, more keen on calming mild nerves and learning, easing— having intimate fun, with viktor. ]
[ The single word is said with some surprise of his own; somewhere along the way, it had gone over Viktor's head that Jayce didn't have experience with men. He feels a bit slutty now that he looks at their flirting in this new light, scandalously forward with a man who may not even been aware he was gay—or may not be, besides the exception of his cosmic soulmate.
Jayce doesn't seem too hesitant on the matter, however, since he reaches out to touch Viktor's cock. He holds himself still except for a shiver, allowing the slow exploration to go as far as Jayce wishes. If this is the first time he's touched a man other than himself, there's things for him to learn and fun for them to discover together along the way. It makes him an even more enticing lover than before, which Viktor hadn't thought was possible. ]
Ah. [ This sound is more playful, a chuckle following as he understands the second layer of Jayce's surprise. He reaches up to trace slender fingers over the blush that turns Jayce's skin such a lovely color that spreads like ink on paper, down his neck and across his collarbones. ] You didn't think the skinny cripple would have a long cock?
[ There's no malice to the words, just a sort of matter-of-fact tone that comes from being aware of what he is and how the world views him. Jayce isn't immune to preconceived notions, not when he was as much a man of society as Viktor was, regardless of the different circles they came from. Jayce lowers himself over Viktor, hot skin sliding against skin, and they can forget about that outside world. Here, they're two creatures following a carnal instinct to seek pleasure, to share emotions, to create.
Sliding his fingers through Jayce's hair, Viktor hums thoughtfully as his lover pauses to either consider his next step, or be told what he should do. ]
[ viktor, he murmurs with a sheepish apology; he didn't think that, ever, not like that— he does hope that really is only jesting, and it is viktor's coquettish giggling that reminds him to unwind.
his hand in his hair— he really did like it, the sliding digits between the flow of locks soothing jayce's tension as he takes note of the striking heat in his occupied hand. he swears he felt it pulse beneath his fingers, and that, that pleasure— does the same to him. perhaps he should adjust, so . . . his arm goes from the hip to under viktor's leg and hooking his hand around the upper limb, settling just above the outer side of his thigh.
jayce had been considering it, which— had been a rather funny story. he never thought to swallow another man's cock, it never crossed his mind during his life, to be frank. but viktor . . . this was not about cocks at this point and all about how he felt about viktor, and yes, how he'd like a taste of him the same way he'd like to taste and lather himself in his beloved's scent and sweat without it feeling obscene. it doesn't make him question himself, at least— not when he felt whole with him.
so jayce begins to nod a slowed answer as he heightens his observations, carressing his thumb against the shaft's undersurface and following the swollen dorsal vein to the head. he takes note of the color is skin takes there, if there are any moles present (cute), how viktor moves in reaction, and how it was that he'd liked this or that. jayce had cataloged a few sounds made when they heavily petted each other in the meadows, wondering if they would be of similar standing or completely different observations. ah— there is one way to find out. ]
—Guide me.
[ jayce, if anything, had conviction and enthusiastic spirit to try, despite the rattling of his heart between his ribs. he takes a breath in, keeps his eyes on viktor's, and rolls his tongue out, pressing it flat against the stiff base and gloss his way upward. he is deathly slow, both in attempting to be in tune with viktor's gaze and body language, and as much as he thinks . . . well, the slower and lighter the build up, the better. right?
jayce's approach is riddled with inexperience and a bit of uncertainty— not in his want, but in his sense of prowess. he wants to do a good job. he wants to please. and as he thinks these things, he assimilates something that makes his pupils engorge: viktor's taste. his musk so close to his nostrils. the combination allows jayce to lean his weight in with the squeeze of his fingers on viktor's leg, and the cradle of his cock in his palm.
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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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Viktor . . .
[ only in his dreams and hazy, living fantasies. jayce becomes inexplicably flustered, the redness of his face burning just as bright as the dancing candlelights, catching his breath as it rises and falls seconds quicker than the last. with every tease, with every snag of viktor's sinful smirks pulling away at the buckles and unraveling his trousers, jayce's breathing catches in his throat like knots on rope. his painfully solid erection pops free from confinement once the button and fly are down, riled too harshly only minutes prior to their return to the cottage and very easy to bring back. with viktor that way, between his legs? he did not stand a chance. they could say goodbye to jayce being able to button his pants again, because it's damn certain it won't fit back. only the suspenders under his waistcoat, that he has forgotten to pull off, holds the fabric up.
the knee and ankle of his brace have metal straps and fastens at the sides. with enough coercing they should come undone. as jayce preemptively gets to work on unbottoning the row that keeps his coat together, his unwavering eyes silently meet and confirm— he could keep going. the uneven lift of his cupid's bow pulls a notched smile apart. he probably looks a mess already. ]
I've imagined you . . . so many times this way.
[ now it's finally real. ]
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Jayce's cock draws Viktor's attention immediately, making his mouth water. He finds himself fascinated with the colors he'd never been able to see before, tracing his finger from blushing tip to the dark curls at the base. There's no pause before wrapping his hand around its girth, testing the weight of it with a slow, curious stroke. ]
Have you? [ Looking up to catch Jayce's eye, he lazily circles the pad of his thumb beneath the head of his cock. His other hand is working away at the bottom half of the leg brace, nimble fingers able to multitask. ] What did you imagine me doing?
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with his undergarments hiked down to the start of his thighs, jayce sighs out a shivering puff at touch, at last, touch. he didn't want to miss a second of this, making sure that his good leg supported his weight the most as he sat at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs just a little farther apart and cupping the side of viktor's face with a hand that wasn't gripping the cushions so tight. he looked— beautiful. he looked so beautiful. viktor was holding his cock, in his hand, swollen red with want and, ]
Fffuck— [ it pulses in his grip with a thirst that rivaled a desert's stranding, pleading to be explored the same way jayce's eyes were begging for a turn and to stay seated at the same time— he wanted both at once. the top of viktor's head is where he could reach for the moment, when his partner reached for the lower clasps of his brace; eventually, he settles on placing his own hand fondly on viktor's, brushing at the top of his knuckles, then caressing his forearm that soon locks into a grip when his head is teased. it twitches with vigor, so ready for more, and here was jayce unsure how long he'd fucking last when his head was beginning to swim. ] I, I'd—
[ a swallow so tight squeezes past his throat and even clicks. he's— mildly embarrassed, now. that he'd just admitted to fantasizing about viktor in one of many ways, right in this bed, in his own musk. he hadn't thought his blurting through, had he? but should he be-? ]
I'd— imagine you— t-teasing me, seizing me, when, when I . . . Was good, to you. [ a little more directly, then: ] When I deserved it.
[ jayce had been an open man about his feelings, with the right person. his privacy was something else, a different demon, but—
the single act of telling viktor without resistance is proof of his trust. he can't help the worrying anticipation for the reaction that would come after, though. ]
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And what an answer it is, worth waiting any amount of time for. Viktor's breath hitches and he can feel his own cock throb beneath the confines of his slacks, pulled even tighter by his position. Even though he's the one kneeling on the floor, he can feel the power that he has over Jayce in the moment—a control that he seems so willing to give up to Viktor. ]
Did you dream of me praising you? [ He's almost finished with the lower buckles of the brace, now, and he slows a bit to drag out the fun. Leaning in, he nuzzles the side of Jayce's cock, rubbing it between his cheek and the palm of his hand still holding it firmly. ] Did you come when I called you my good boy?
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he is so very glad that viktor isn't stroking him. any movement would've edged him closer and closer to a high he didn't want yet, and how embarrassing would that be? their first time, long awaited, heavily desired, only for jayce to spill his load on viktor's face by barely being touched. filthy. hardly romantic.
he'd be disappointed for the both of them. ]
Yes— [ he doesn't even have his pants off, his brace off. to be such an increasing mess . . .it's like he's finally free. ] B-be careful, Viktor, please—
[ he doesn't want to come yet. oh, but viktor could certainly tell— that even when he begs, jayce's dick twitches with enjoyment. ]
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You miraculous creature. [ Leaning away from Jayce's throbbing need, Viktor unfastens the final bolt in his brace as his fingers circle the base of his cock and squeeze. ] Don't worry, love, I'm far from finished with you.
[ It's so tempting to give the head of his length a kiss, but Viktor thinks that would be pushing their luck. Instead, he uses both hands to remove the brace and set it aside gingerly, within reach of the bed for when morning comes. With that hurdle cleared, he pushes to his feet, a little shaky from kneeling, and stands with a groan. He'll need to bring his cane with him next time rather than forgetting it in the stables thanks to a lust-clouded mind. ]
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jayce takes everything in first, standing in front of viktor with his weight pressed to his right side. his beautiful imperfections. his uneven top lip. the slight crook at the bridge of his nose. his lethal eyes and curved brows. the moles like stars on his face. jayce sighs and flutters his eyes at the marveling sight, his thumbs connecting as his grip around his waist narrows to the band of his riding slacks— his lover's groin creates a flourishing tent for him.
oh, jayce is done for.
it's easier on him, being on his knees. the pillow left behind is used to cushion the shin that needed the most support. jayce's height and the height of the bed were in his favor to allow him to rest one leg and keep the other propped, wrap his arms around viktor's thighs and across his bottom, pressing the side of his face against his knees. jayce is a tremor, a leaf holding a branch for dear life in the wind— and it was about to get worse, wasn't it? so much worse (or better).
steadying his breathing, jayce is grateful for the momentary respite (not that his cock stops throbbing any less). he breathes into viktor's clothes, touches his temple to his braced knee as he cradles his love's calf and brings his creation into sight. ]
Please, [ he is asking, needing to ask— ] now let me.
[ jayce would do things differently to keep viktor on his toes and himself in line, starting with the softest intermission— sitting now with both knees to the ground, politely, and resting viktor's heel in his lap.
it's— dangerously close. jayce gives a small, knowing smirk, some coy foresight if viktor got any ideas, which he's certain he would. the first strap is taken to, marked by jayce's initials in a signature groove, π. a bold move, to mark him. there is still plenty grey having yet to show themselves in color, but jayce doesn't need it today when he has every color that matters to him. ]
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Allowing Jayce to guide him down to sit on the bed, Viktor admires him from this new angle that's a more extreme upshot compared to their usual height difference. It doesn't last for long, however, because Jayce folds in front of him and wraps him in an embrace that makes Viktor's chest clench with affection. His hand gravitates to Jayce's hair without a second thought, running through the brown waves and pushing them back from the side of his face lifting towards Viktor. It's easy to feel the shaking as it vibrates from Jayce's body and into Viktor's, and he can only hope it's from the anticipation. ]
Take your time. [ It's meant to both steady and permit, to let Jayce run things while he's kneeling so pretty for Viktor. He'd be more than happy to have his slacks ripped off of him in a fit of passion, brace be damned, but he knows that this means more to both of them and so their patience somehow manages to hold.
Having his foot set in Jayce's lap is somehow bolder than Viktor could have predicted, a blush heating the tips of his ears. It's a thought for another time, another night of debauchery, when they're not already wound up so tight and ready to burst. ] Focus, Jayce. I won't be touching you again so soon, or all this waiting will be for nothing.
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After what you did to me?
[ he's shocked. look at his face of complete, utter shock . . . (his shock is as fake as powdered wigs).
jayce could see the rush of blood to his partner's face now, a delectable splash of pink tainting his ears and the sharp dip of his cheekbones. it encourages him be a little cheeky— playful in his removal of the third clasp securing viktor's knee by raising a single hand up the inside of his leg, following the inner seams of his slacks. it glides upward, slow, tantalyzing and correlating each brush with a reaction to the slide of flesh just underneath this cursed, thin layer of fabric still between them. jayce's knead is quite insistent, hardy, stopping at the very apex of his thighs with a twitch of his fingers and a careful sigh.
his cock stirs just beneath the folds of his shirt over it. patience. of course. ]
I should torture you with affection.
[ in the future, jayce would like them to fuck with their clothes on, but that will not be their first time. this sacred moment was to go on an adventure together. ]
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Shivering, certain that he can feel the heat of Jayce's hand even when it's focused on the brace, Viktor leans back on one of his hands to help support his own weight. His other hand moves up to Jayce's hair, fingers combing through it and then tracing the side of his face before he cups it with his palm. ]
I think I could withstand such torture from you. [ He drags his thumb over the bow of Jayce's lips, exposes that endearing space between his teeth, watches how his mouth moves around the pad of his finger. ] I would do anything for you.
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jayce would set the world aflame for viktor. he'd do unthinkable things for viktor, that not even he was aware of. ]
And I, you, [ he adds, with tenderness: ] my love.
[ there is more freedom, now. jayce's fingers hook into the waist of viktor's trousers, his thumbs working the button undone, and then, the zipper. he is not quick to do this, intentionally so. as he strips the fabric down to his knees, only leaving his undergarments, jayce lowers his face to the soft, inner cushioning of viktor's exposed thighs, his beard a gentle tickle— and his kiss, wet with slow, delving passion. the pants pull lower, and while jayce's hands start carressing viktor from the ankle up, his face rises inches and inches higher with time, sucking at pinches of flesh to leave marks of his devotion. ]
I want to see all of you tonight. You, [ he maintains eye contact, uses his teeth in a gentle gnaw of ripe red splotches left by his tongue, and finds the sides of his hips to grip onto, full palms] and every perfect imperfection that makes you, Viktor.
[ jayce knows what viktor thinks of himself.
he wished he could bat his insecurities away, and replace them all with what he saw. all of what he felt. if only viktor knew what he was. ]
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Two sides of the same coin. A gear rotating in bright blue space.
For a moment, he doesn't do anything other than smile at Jayce and wait to see what he's going to do next. When he seems to decide on getting rid of Viktor's pants, he shifts his weight onto his hand still on the bed and lifts his hips to help. He wishes he could keep the position, lithe and strong, but he's neither of those things and has to fall back onto the bed as soon as the waistband clears his thighs.
Jayce leaning in surprises him, the beard tickling his sensitive skin and making him shiver. The kiss that follows has Viktor sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, biting into the thin flesh as he watches Jayce travel higher. He's not expecting words, but they knock the air out of him as a soft, disbelieving laugh. ]
All of me is for you to see, Jayce. [ Leaning in, he touches long fingers beneath Jayce's chin to tilt his face up enough to steal a kiss. ] Everything I have to offer.
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Viktor,
[ he coos his name before jayce's mouth reveres him in full, tongue feasting on the lines of his mouth and bumps of his gums, swirling and lapping with gradual fervor cooking them to an inescapable heat. his hands worship him, gently surrounding his face before his seeking strokes down viktor's chest become harsher, splayed, hating the shirt still on him and fumbling with the first few buttons lining the front, in between the rocking of their mouths, jayce's impatient hands hike underneath the fabric, bunch them up to feel thin pecs and hard nips— he moans onto viktor's tongue when his heated palms are full, reacting to the nobs of each rib and outlining every crimp he could find— until his curiosity settles on nipples, and slotting one of them between his index and middle finger to brush and pinch it to test its sensitivity. ]
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Watching Jayce rise to his feet, Viktor leans into the little touches and tilts forward to steal a quick kiss when Jayce's lips are close enough to reach. He reaches up to grab the front of Jayce's shirt as he looms over him, crowding his space in the best way possible. Viktor lies down, parting his lips to the kiss and making sure Jayce doesn't run away from it with a strong hand still gripping his shirt and another reaching up to cup the back of his head. ]
Jayce.
[ It's incredible how his name can sound so good on Jayce's lips, a prayer reaching out to him in search of an echo that Viktor is all too happy to give. They call out to each other across the small distance between them here and the vastness of space between them in another life, seeking and permitting and praising.
The kiss is like a physical representation of that yearning and finding, call and response. Viktor gives himself over to it, to Jayce, in a rare situation where he allows instincts to take control. He kisses back and bites at Jayce's lips, meeting the fervor and passion even as hands threaten to distract him. Shaking beneath the frantic touches, he starts pulling on the back of Jayce's shirt so they can both be rid of more clothing. He gasps as his brain stutters, fingers splaying and letting go of their handfuls when Jayce touches one of his nipples. This... this exploration is something that he's missed before, a partner that's interested in all of him, mapping out what makes him tick. Letting out a shaky breath, he lifts his chest into the touch to encourage more. ]
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viktor shivers beneath him and jayce feels like a starving animal with his hands under his shirt, prying the last few buttons to sweep them apart and leave his partner's chest bare for him. bare to look upon, bare to glorify— jayce's entire hand nearly covers viktor's bust, intensity escalating as he happily gives him what he asks for: touch. a squeeze of each nipple, friction under his thumb and gasping when viktor vaults into his studies. his sighs have gotten so much deeper now, dropping to his forearms and applying the weight of his pelvis against viktor's. bare cock to clothed, his slacks halfway down his thighs . jayce was so vocal when he wasn't speaking. a soft language of grunts and short moans. viktor, oh, viktor hushed and babbled.
persuation becomes encouragement, quiet provocation as a deep plunge into viktor's mouth becomes a dragging nibble to swollen entry, as the hand that cups the back of his head contracts into his curls and angles his face. bite harder. he wants to feel it. he wants to feel it all as he gently veers his knee between viktor's crotch, careful about harming his stones, but purposeful in edging him with all the more contact. pressure.
they weren't going to leave this room the same way. jayce was certain he'd come out of this absolutely crazed even when the lust would come to a momentary end. he wants him, he wants him he wants him so much and no amount of time spent together would be able to diminish that, he fucking knows it.
thank god they'd marry. ]
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The stimulation to his nipples makes him twitch, breath hitching as Jayce maneuvers them to be closer. He can feel the heat between their dicks as if there's no clothes left between them at all and moans at the pressure, the barest of friction. Gritting his teeth against all of the pleasures vying for his attention, he focuses on kicking off Jayce's trousers so he can hook his left leg over a hip to keep his lover close. ]
Fuck. [ Panting into the charged air between them, he leans in to suck Jayce's bottom lip between his teeth to nibble before pulling away with a tug. ] Come on, Jayce, touch me.
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perhaps, he had to be good.
jayce allows the tug to pull his lip back to expose his teeth, dragging his tongue right across the dull aching of viktor's teasing pinches against his, bloated and red with the constant friction of his beard. come on, viktor solicits, jayce's cock throeing into a prodding curve against viktor's imploring erection, stirring to be set free from the rest of its confines. join him. jayce could feel his mind stammer with unabashed delight, sparking into a flash of rapture as viktor finishes: jayce, touch me. ]
Oh, God, please—
[ his mouth scrapes his partner's collarbone with teeth, softens his descent starting at his mole, a kiss there, then continuing his course with a wet roil of his tongue taking its time down his sternum— eyes on viktor's amber swills to give him a look of muddled ecstacy— on being told what to do, to be given the directive to go wild.
jayce tongue drags hard and flat across tinted areolas, his mouth hanging apart, all while his hands work with double the enthusiasm. on his ribs, his beautiful waist in need of a squeeze, and the best for last: his crotch. jayce shakes, his fingers on a high from the rush of touching, actually touching viktor's cock. he goes for it, an insistent grab that has him tipping his head back, but not his gaze. it is— hot and heavy in his grasp, coaxing a knead upward with rippling fingers until they crawl down— and slot into the holes of viktor's undergarments' legs, previewing the first touch of his balls so snug to his body heat with two fingers, then three... the to the tops of his knuckles. jayce's searing desire spreads at the comtact, flooding his pelvis and igniting ouward to every limb. his touch his gentle and at the same time, ardent. if it ends too soon, well, yes.
because jayce clasps the fabric and tugs a good few times down, with both hands, quick and effective in tossing it the rest of the way so that he could freely roam back up and collect his offering: viktor's entire package.
suffice to say, he looks a bit surprised. and breathless. ]
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The fact that Jayce leans in to eat him alive is probably a good sign.
Viktor groans as wet heat laps at his chest, fingers of both hands reaching to sink into Jayce's hair. He's not holding him in place, more interested in seeing where he might move with the freedom to do so, but he is pulling on his hair to encourage him to pay equal attention to both nipples. The touch to his cock, even through the barrier of cotton, makes him shudder and tug harder than intended. Jayce is teasing, exploring, so Viktor finds a moment to breathe and be patient rather than rushing ahead of things. The careful, curious touches are sweet if maddening, and when the attention turns to removing Viktor's underwear, he's eager to help by lifting his lips.
Exposed entirely now, laying in the sprawl of his discarded shirt beneath him, he huffs out laughter at the surprised expression on his lover's face. ] Is this your first time seeing another man's cock?
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[ at least he's earnest about it, but that divulged reveal took its toll on jayce and made him realize his smile may be more abashed than he'd wanted to look. on his knees and seated in between viktor's spread legs, jayce tentatively shifts one palm to the side of his partner's hip, and the other to his cock, index finger propping it up by the top of its base, and his thumb snug around the tight foundation of his balls. a very delicate grasp, for hands so strident. the only thing he's going off of here is previous knowledge on how to please himself. ]
And you're . . . Bigger, than I expected. [ now that brings a hue so deep to his face that it spreads violently down to his neck, a red so intense it might as well be purple. at least he grins through it, able to take his own huff of a laugh in stride if viktor would. ] How'd you walk around with this?
[ some humor, to break his own first time nervousness and creeping performance anxiety. he wants to please him. he wants to please him so badly, the thought of viktor's hands scraping in his hair and sweet moans in his ears tempts shivers up his spine. he wants it all again, beginning to lower himself onto his belly, sliding the hand on viktor's hip under his thigh and hooking around it. part of him wonders what it'd be like to fuck and be fucked, thoughts he'd only entertain when he was in solitude.
it makes his swallow tight with anticipation, lick his lips as his face comes closer, but not yet touching. the thought goes silent for now, more keen on calming mild nerves and learning, easing— having intimate fun, with viktor. ]
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[ The single word is said with some surprise of his own; somewhere along the way, it had gone over Viktor's head that Jayce didn't have experience with men. He feels a bit slutty now that he looks at their flirting in this new light, scandalously forward with a man who may not even been aware he was gay—or may not be, besides the exception of his cosmic soulmate.
Jayce doesn't seem too hesitant on the matter, however, since he reaches out to touch Viktor's cock. He holds himself still except for a shiver, allowing the slow exploration to go as far as Jayce wishes. If this is the first time he's touched a man other than himself, there's things for him to learn and fun for them to discover together along the way. It makes him an even more enticing lover than before, which Viktor hadn't thought was possible. ]
Ah. [ This sound is more playful, a chuckle following as he understands the second layer of Jayce's surprise. He reaches up to trace slender fingers over the blush that turns Jayce's skin such a lovely color that spreads like ink on paper, down his neck and across his collarbones. ] You didn't think the skinny cripple would have a long cock?
[ There's no malice to the words, just a sort of matter-of-fact tone that comes from being aware of what he is and how the world views him. Jayce isn't immune to preconceived notions, not when he was as much a man of society as Viktor was, regardless of the different circles they came from. Jayce lowers himself over Viktor, hot skin sliding against skin, and they can forget about that outside world. Here, they're two creatures following a carnal instinct to seek pleasure, to share emotions, to create.
Sliding his fingers through Jayce's hair, Viktor hums thoughtfully as his lover pauses to either consider his next step, or be told what he should do. ]
Would you like to taste it?
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his hand in his hair— he really did like it, the sliding digits between the flow of locks soothing jayce's tension as he takes note of the striking heat in his occupied hand. he swears he felt it pulse beneath his fingers, and that, that pleasure— does the same to him. perhaps he should adjust, so . . . his arm goes from the hip to under viktor's leg and hooking his hand around the upper limb, settling just above the outer side of his thigh.
jayce had been considering it, which— had been a rather funny story. he never thought to swallow another man's cock, it never crossed his mind during his life, to be frank. but viktor . . . this was not about cocks at this point and all about how he felt about viktor, and yes, how he'd like a taste of him the same way he'd like to taste and lather himself in his beloved's scent and sweat without it feeling obscene. it doesn't make him question himself, at least— not when he felt whole with him.
so jayce begins to nod a slowed answer as he heightens his observations, carressing his thumb against the shaft's undersurface and following the swollen dorsal vein to the head. he takes note of the color is skin takes there, if there are any moles present (cute), how viktor moves in reaction, and how it was that he'd liked this or that. jayce had cataloged a few sounds made when they heavily petted each other in the meadows, wondering if they would be of similar standing or completely different observations. ah— there is one way to find out. ]
—Guide me.
[ jayce, if anything, had conviction and enthusiastic spirit to try, despite the rattling of his heart between his ribs. he takes a breath in, keeps his eyes on viktor's, and rolls his tongue out, pressing it flat against the stiff base and gloss his way upward. he is deathly slow, both in attempting to be in tune with viktor's gaze and body language, and as much as he thinks . . . well, the slower and lighter the build up, the better. right?
jayce's approach is riddled with inexperience and a bit of uncertainty— not in his want, but in his sense of prowess. he wants to do a good job. he wants to please. and as he thinks these things, he assimilates something that makes his pupils engorge: viktor's taste. his musk so close to his nostrils. the combination allows jayce to lean his weight in with the squeeze of his fingers on viktor's leg, and the cradle of his cock in his palm.
he keeps his pretty eyes on course. ]
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