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[ 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.

thank god they'd marry. ]

[ 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?

I— Yes?

[ 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. ]

Edited 2025-01-30 10:53 (UTC)

Oh.

[ 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?

[ 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.

he keeps his pretty eyes on course. ]

[ Viktor hums as Jayce's hand slides over his leg and repositions, coaxing his legs to spread a little farther apart. This hadn't been something he expected tonight, assuming that they were both wound so tightly that it was better not to take side paths that would make it harder for them to hold out for the main event, so to speak. Viktor is far from a position to complain, however, because Jayce looks so good between his legs, eyelashes fanning his red cheeks as he contemplates what to do.

Lips parting to answer that nod, a hiss escapes instead as Jayce returns to exploring Viktor's cock. The thumb against the sensitive spot just beneath the head makes Viktor squirm, hips eager to buck up for more so he holds them back so he won't rush Jayce. He wants this to be like any other experiment, driven by Jayce and his curiosity as well as his intuition—if Viktor takes over, it'll be out of impatience before it's due to any shortcoming of Jayce.

The first touch of tongue is electrifying, hot and wet and perfect because Viktor knows that it's Jayce. He watches him move higher with slow determination, fingers holding his hair back from his face so they can keep eye contact despite the angle and despite Viktor's eyes threatening to roll back in his head. Eyelids fluttering, he focuses on the dig of Jayce's blunt fingernails in his thigh so he doesn't float away. ]

Don't forget to use those pretty lips of yours. [ With the hand still on top of Jayce's head, Viktor gently guides him to tilt to the opposite side of his hand, wordless encouragement to kiss along the side. ]

[ jayce may never get over how beautiful viktor is. the pull of his partner's legs apart to accompdate him in between— hell, he whispers, finding himself at odds with his patience
and his desire to make this last as long as possible. every flit of viktor's eyes, the clench of his abdomen or the little writhe of his frame. even how his lips were home to sharp whispers and his hips, how their effort to keep still enough do not go unnoticed. jayce's arousal pools hot heat in his belly, reacting to viktor, with viktor, despite being an unseen force for now. his hair being toyed with— viktor's grounding force, gives jayce bouts of featherlight ecstacy. the vibrating hum of his next words buzz against the erection, ]

Like this?

[ only slightly muffled, his mouth half covered by rigid flesh as jayce does as quietly instructed. he follows along wordlessly, big eyes curious until his blinks secure understanding. pursing his lips and maintaining viktor's cock upright, jayce impels a kiss that quickly becomes what he'd do to his partner's mouth. bold wetness, a tentative swirl within the boundaries of his jaws.

his tongue veers upward, cushions the head— then takes it within tepid heat and gliding hot muscle. he's trying to keep his lips soft, but not too slack— he knows he'd like some pressure. his watchful gaze on viktor wonders the same, and scrapes his nails into the inside of viktor's legs spread apart. ]

[ The way he can feel the question so intimately makes Viktor moan, head lolling back for a moment. It's impossible to know if Jayce is aware what he's done, or is just being his earnest self, but either way it makes Viktor breathless. He should have been ready for how smart Jayce is, how quickly he picks up on things and adapts. Viktor has seen it in the way he's tamed Warhammer, learning the gelding's quirks and quickly turning them into boons rather than banes. There's no surprise that he's just as quick a study with what makes Viktor melt and shiver and moan. ]

Y-yes, that's good, Jayce. [ He pets his hair, then immediately pulls with unintentional force when Jayce takes his cock into his mouth. Viktor's breath catches in his throat, vision blurring as he struggles to focus his eyes. Jayce has cranked the pleasure up suddenly with the wet press of his tongue, the hot trap of his lips, the nails to the soft inside of his thigh. ] Oh, fuck.

[ reaction ensues reaction, and not long after does jayce's tenacity sprout like spring buds. for every gratified moan, there was a subsequent follow-up of the swirl of his tongue around the shaft, along the minor folds of pressed foreskin. if the way he suckles doesn't get the desired outcome, he's quick to discard the failure and never commit it again. jayce, as viktor has noticed, learns quickly by observation, trials and errors in real time. he applies himself and feels the intense tickle of delight in making viktor, his gorgeous, tempting viktor, distort his body out of bliss.

he's not satiated. he wants more. greedy, greedy man. ]

Let me know when to stop.

[ he murmurs, mellow and sweet, but such was not the next way he took viktor's cock: with a touch more vigor, becoming enamoured and seized with that same lust as before, awakening from self skepticism and attempting rhythm: his hand, wrapping around the shaft and accompanying his sultry purls of white, diffusing thrill. ]

Do you want me to fuck you? Or— [ his pause is made only to keep up, to sigh against his begging, twinging arousal between his lips, touched by the hum of his words as he barely retreats to speak, half lathered between his wet laps and tight pull of fingers against his thighs. jayce continues to stroke only with his hand and the hefty trailing of spit that he'd left behind, giving attention to the spaces between his legs that no one would ever see but himself. ] would you fuck me?

[ jayce gasps at the though, at his own words— and busies his mouth with a sucking love bite hidden at the connection of viktor's leg and pelvis.

honestly, jayce wants both— to the point that he's leaking beads of precum right on his blanket. ]

[ Viktor, for how quiet he can be, allows himself to be expressive beneath Jayce's curious touches. Where he would usually bite back a moan while pleasing himself in the guilty darkness of his own room, here he lets the sounds escape his lips. His hips twitch tellingly, so eager to buck up but pressing down into the bed instead, knowing when not to push the limits. All the while, his fingers tense and relax in Jayce's hair, no longer guiding him as much as their grip telegraphs his pleasure. ]

You should. [ He's not about to be the one to tell him to do it outright, though, not right now when the warm roughness of Jayce's palm and fingers on the lower portion of his cock contrasts so nicely with the smooth wetness of his mouth. He's being absolutely filthy with how he drools enough for it to drip down behind Viktor's balls, cool compared to his heated skin that aches to be filled.

Smart boy, asking the difficult questions. The fact that he'd even want Viktor to fuck him makes him groan. Partners in every sense, neither of them delegated the task of fulfilling a role created for very different relationship dynamics. Viktor's mind nearly spirals with the possibilities, but Jayce's teeth in his skin grounds him back in the moment, the decision. ]

Fuck me. [ He's a panting, moaning mess, but he hopes that tempts Jayce into agreeing. ] I've wanted you inside of me for so long.

[ viktor didn't even need to try. the sequence of words makes jayce's entire frame jitter. oh, fuck, he moans, leaving another nip that skates into a slippery, harsh glide of his tongue starting at the dip of viktor's stones and ascends to beautiful patch of his perineum. jayce's lift becomes more fervent, his jaws left slack as his tongue drags up the shaft to the head, his own ass clenching behind him in a needy scour for friction. viktor has been thinking about it, just as he had. viktor wanted him, inside of him— by the time he's reached the cock's head again, jayce lifts himself off his belly and sits splayed on his knees, his painfully swollen erection bobbing along with his full-mouth descent on viktor's cock. he lets instinct take the wheel for this, his tongue a crazy as he quavers up and down on his partner's length, up and down—

viktor wants him inside— jayce feverishly complies and loves every bit of the desire, and fuck if he wouldn't be equally eager if it was the other way around. with one arm stripped from the loop around viktor's leg, jayce tends to grope the rest of his body with heavier palms. they don't hurt, but jayce indeed squeezes up to the limits of pleasure, releasing his maddening exploration when viktor's whine goes to high. he wants, he wants, he wants to meld with him, explode with him, crawl into his skin and make his home within him, he wanted to be closer than their physical bodies could even provide, but maybe . . . definitely, they could get close. satisfyingly close.

jayce's pawing leads him lower, his breaths heavy puffs, breaking from sucking his cock to careen his back, lean inward and push a kiss onto viktor's lips, matching his want, responding with guilty approval and needy whispers in between pops and dank smacks. ]

Please— Viktor, I've dreamed of it— [ he's left his lover's cock absolutely soaked, swiping his thumb over the soft head and twisting his wrist downward, to make due with his saliva's silky, temporary aid— and brushing his fingertips at the button of his entryway.

jayce gulps, shivers at the burning heat surrounding viktor's entrance. he doesn't completely retreat, but he does hover, adjust his positioning now to align with viktor's torso, cradling his head. he doesn't . . . want to hurt him. at all. he'd finger him until all he'd feel once he was inside was absolute ecstasy. this breathless, panting pause between their rising chests and jayce's signature hazel doe eyes seek approval to begin. even his fingers were . . . so large in comparison, jayce knows he has to strangle his ardor. not yet.]

Can I—?

Jayce. [ He hisses it between clenched teeth, grinding his hips down against the bed to fight the urge to buck up into the heat of his partner's mouth. The renewed vigor isn't what he'd been expecting, and it's equally tempting to push Jayce's head down as it is to drag it away. There's no way he'd be able to take all of Viktor his first time sucking dick, but it's so, so appealing to make him try it. Another time, another night, when he's not reaching down to grip the base of his own cock between the cruel vice of his fingers just to stave off an orgasm. ] S-stop, you'll make me come.

[ It's a blessing and a curse when Jayce moves away from between his legs and presses a kiss to Viktor's lips. He can taste himself on Jayce's tongue, his own musk and precome, and it brings a debauched and proud blush to the tips of his ears. He was a first for Jayce, and by god, he was going to be the last if it killed him.

Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jayce's jaw, Viktor groans at the first press of fingers to his entrance, the sound turning into a higher-pitched keen of need. He's fantasized about Jayce's long, thick fingers inside of him so many times that the thought of it finally happening now makes his cock twitch with anticipation. It would be nothing like touching himself, a bliss that only Jayce could give him now.

Viktor kisses along the line of Jayce's neck, nuzzling against the scratch of his beard. It helps him find a momentary anchor to ground himself, because there's one more thing to prepare before they get any farther. ]

Lubricant. [ He's still panting for air, his chest heaving beneath Jayce's. ] We'll need it soon, and I don't think either of us want you leaving this bed once we start.

[ that much was true; and they didn't have to do everything in one sitting— to be honest they were both needing, wanting and greedy for the pinnacle of their intimacy, after such a long wait. jayce nods promptly when viktor's consent is given under very, very specific and understandable circumstances, and he's more than happy to oblige leaving his post now rather than later. he has a small glass bottle in the drawer of his nightstand for well, himself— it extends to using it with viktor whenever it would be possible, and tonight was that night. jayce scrambles with an uncontrollable giddiness back to viktor's snug side, legs tangled and the pop of the bottle's cork left to the night stand's surface. his hands are shaking— but his smile is youthful and fervent. the oil brings a pleasant, grassy aroma between them, dribbling enough to spread in his hands, fingers, and take his position for good.

he won't be leaving viktor from here going forward, for not even an instant. one arm encircles him, the other touches a slippery finger to entry, the rest of his fingers curled beneath the weight of viktor's balls fall upon them. he could feel a chill stirring in his core, stark and roused with foreboding premonition of what would come from here.

jayce looks straight into viktor's eyes, searching for approval, readiness, their chests an synchronized rise and fall about to skim irratic. gently, ever so gently, jayce sinks his ring finger within him, his entire body compressing to the singular feeling of being squeezed with hot, soft walls. jayce breathes out, cradles viktor's head to him, and kisses his foread to soften the invasion. he'd only start moving if viktor was okay with it. ]

I'm with you.

[ Viktor does his best not to complain about Jayce's heat leaving him, not when he was the reason for the pause in the first place. He's pleased to see that Jayce is prepared, curious if he'd bought it for a night such as this or happened to have it for personal exploration—Viktor will have to remember to ask him about it later. Right now, his focus is on the oil dripping onto Jayce's fingers, the scent somehow perfectly fitting for his fiancé. ]

Good boy. [ Reaching up to sinks his fingers back into Jayce's hair, he gives him a steadying pet when he sees those lovely fingers shaking. It makes his chest clench with the reminder that Jayce cares so much about him, that he's probably nervous to do well and also not to hurt his lover.

Viktor allows himself to be maneuvered, happy to spread his legs for Jayce to fit between. The first press of fingertips to his hole makes him sigh, warm and wet and so very welcome. He meets Jayce's hazel gaze, stunned for a moment by the dilated pupils eclipsing so much of the iris. So eager for both of their pleasure, for knowledge of Viktor's most intimate places. He searches for approval and finds it in multitudes, both of Viktor's arms now wrapping around Jayce's neck to keep him close for this.

The first finger sinks home, and Viktor's mouth falls open in a breathy moan. He can feel firm heat inside of him, the minute movements even as Jayce keeps still. Tilting his head up, he seeks Jayce's mouth for a kiss that steals away the last of his breath. ]

I'm here. [ He smiles into the kiss as he rolls his hips down against Jayce's hand, a clear invitation for him to continue. ] I'm yours to take.

[ jayce is amazed by how something as simple as good boy could make him shiver beneath the blanket of his own skin and his cock twitch in direct response. it takes a moment longer for jayce to make any movement, wanting to be sure, absolutely sure that he could— his mouth is easy for viktor to find, his lips against the man's temple and inclining to revere the kiss that chases him, meeting him with parted folds and tender osculation. viktor has sunken himself down to a knuckle, amd jayce echoes the sweet notes lulled to him like dreamy poetry.

finally, jayce initiates a rhythm that has him bating his inhales, shaking them out with furrowed brows and minced groans at a wonderous sight to behold— the tight fit around his finger, the heat within and how fluidly he'd press, in and out, in and out, seeping deeper and testing a curl to the topside of his walls— fuck, he hushes, rubbing his forehead into viktor's and massaging the back of his neck. ]

Is this alright?

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