[ 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.
[ 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.]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ For all the fervor and incessant need of earlier, Jayce is being so tender and sweet to him now. It's a reminder that this is the first time, always so precious and revered as the beginning of something. After tonight, they'll have so much more to explore together, but it will be always be this night that they embark on something new, intimate, holy.
Even as Jayce begins to move his finger in a steady rhythm, he's thinking about Viktor's comfort. The tentative curl of his finger draws a moan from Viktor, hips angling into it, searching. He smiles and presses close, stealing kiss after kiss but loath to give up the forehead contact for too long. ] Perfect.
[ viktor takes priority over jayce's hungry greed by a landslide. he could spare these moments to solidify their comfort, viktor's comfort, and in return they could have a memory that is magical for the rest of their days together. jayce is glad he's found viktor at the age he was rather than any younger— he would've been too impulsive, impatient, a perfect recipe for disaster. the both of them were considered too old to wed when put on the forefront for potential suitors these days . . . all of which they didn't have interest in. jayce has declined plenty of bachelorettes. for the financial gain, he wouldn't be surprised if viktor had rejected any of his parents' own attempts at matchmaking. he's so glad.
he's so glad he was the one to break through, to get that yes. to spend his life with him, perhaps get their own property, breed their own horses, adopt a child, get to see beautiful chestnut locks weave with grey. is he getting too romantic? too ahead of himself? the amount of adoration within him boiled to what felt like a breaking point, fueling his lust not for sex, but for viktor in particular. he wants more of his scent in his nostrils, he wants more of his sweat rubbed against his face, on his tongue, savory and quivering his spine from top to bottom. he wants his heat tight around him, his fluids interlaced with his. ]
Viktor . . .
[ such sweetly hushed words to the man's temple, his neck, against his lips when they kiss and in his hair. the throbbing, molten heat between his legs felt unbearable, pleading for him by circling his hips against viktor's leg. his erection was dribbling wet and rigid with want, rutting against him for something to keep restlessness at a controllable plane.
jayce signals his thoughts of a second finger, teasing the edges around the first for a few more tides before pulling out, completely, then sinking in with both, his ring and middle finger. jayce shudders as viktor does, his cock stirring with inflated delight and anticipation, all while his belly tenses and his frame constricts into a dry roll of his hips against viktor. his sigh is on the verge of caving, deep and gritty. he repeats much of what he's done with the first entry; he waits for viktor's approval to begin a rythmic insertion, supplementing with the harmless (but increasingly passionate) grinds against his side, eventually keep one of viktor's legs straddled between his own. ]
I lived without you all this time— I had to find you.
[ had to, like a deep, thrumming call in his vitae, in his very being, yearning for the other half of his wings and driving him forward. it is a subtly melancholy truth enveloped in beautiful awareness. his breaths are quick, tepid— and when he sweeps his gaze over spread legs and delicate features, rippled with pleasure, ]
[ For a long time, Viktor had been prepared to die alone. He knew that his parents would prefer him to marry at least to continue the family legacy, to have children to pass everything onto, but the thought of taking a wife for convenience had always seemed cruel to him. There had never been a future where he could simply learn to love someone due to proximity and obligation—now he understands why. His life had been about biding his time, waiting for Jayce. No other options existed in his mind because somewhere, deep in his soul, he knew that he was searching for his perfect match. He wonders what it would have been like to meet when they were younger and more volatile—would they have clashed, or would the spark just make their love catch fire even faster?
Fate had the best intentions for them this time, it seems. They were two men with their own talents and interests, fully-fledge individuals who found each other when they were ready to embark on something more. Maybe it's fate, too, that never drove Jayce to bed another man, that kept Viktor from finding anyone that would last more than a night. They get to be each other's first in some ways, even if the romanticism of the concept could be up for debate. It's precious to Viktor, though, to know that he owns this side of Jayce, that he'll be the only one to ever see and taste and touch and feel him so deeply—mind, body, and soul.
Only Jayce will say his name so sweetly and hear Viktor echo his name like a prayer. ]
Jayce. [ He laughs, breathless from the way air keeps being stolen from him by lips and fingers. ] Such a romantic.
[ It's impossible not to feel Jayce's want that presses into his thigh, and Viktor shifts beneath him to help. Digging his heel into the bed, he bends his knee and presses up against the throbbing heat of Jayce's cock, trapping it between their bodies. The position changes the angle of Jayce's finger inside of him, making his breathing hitch when he feels the second finger against his rim. He tries to stay patient with the same slow, careful pace as before, but soon he's rolling his hips in a harsher rhythm, fucking himself on Jayce's fingers. ]
I'm here. [ He's repeating himself, but Jayce's fingertips are so close to that spot deep inside that Viktor tries to guide him towards. ] I'm yours. I'm not going to break now. Please, Jayce.
[ he laughs, a breathy huff and a smile spreading to flash his teeth against his cheek— romantic, yes. he's always had an idealism in him that needed to be conveyed, whether in inventions or his day to day. his romance was the most special of them all. a gluttonous growl drives into viktor's ear that pursues their divine pleasure, bites at the lobe and plays with the flesh— he doesn't need to wait too long in simmering moderation as viktor takes him, chases after something, he could tell, and with a determined widen of his eyes and slant of his brows, jayce provides. he provides and then more some.
he matches his beloved's urgent tempo swiftly, both with his fingers and with his hips. his drive quickens, and with every plung inward, jayce tests the boundaries and what would make viktor react the most with wild endorsement. was it the curl of his fingers dorsally, or a twist in the opposite direction? sideways? deeper, perhaps, deeper and curling, rubbing at spots that amassed to full-body shivers—
it made jayce wild, rocking into the provided friction with all the more desperation— he couldn't handle it anymore. please, viktor demands, and his abdomen clenches with a crazy twinge from deep within him. jayce retreats slick fingers, fumbles in a reach so quick for the vial at the nightstand to coat his hand, then his cock, then lathering his partner for good measure. he had to. he had to, he had to—
this small moment of rushed remission is the only recovery period viktor will have to barely collect, as drunk on love and lust as jayce was as he adjusted viktor's height in relation to his own, lowering him as he pulled up, held his partner's leg at a slight angle to help with entry.
his cock's head touches the winking access, only held there for a torturous minute and, god— jayce forces himself to pause, to cherish this moment, to watch viktor's gaze from this perspective, the color on him, the movement of every face muscle and truly, wholeheartedly connect with him. this was not a quick fuck no matter how desperate he felt to finally have him. this would alter them and bind them unfathomably, more than they already were in the lace of time and space beyond their understanding.
he's not going to just, fuck him raw, until their legs ached and pooled into useless piles. jayce was going to make love to him, and he would make sure viktor felt it with such intensity, the soreness would follow him with blissful fondness endlessly. ]
—You'll tell me, if I'm hurting you.
[ he's never seen his own cock so swollen. the last thing he wants to do is harm him. the messy grip he has on viktor, leaving behind greasy fingerprints of earthy olive oil tightens, but it is a kneading squeeze of care, knocking his forehead into him. ]
I'll listen.
[ and so many other things, because he is safe, he's at home, and jayce would do and say anything and everything to uphold that. i promise. ]
[ Jayce is so so smart, so quick to pick up on anything and everything Viktor is telegraphing with his body. They're linked in so many ways, but most importantly, they care about one another—not just lavishing pleasure upon the other, but making a science of it to be studied and perfected. Viktor moans sharply as Jayce's fingers finally find that bundle of nerves inside of him, shivers sparking pleasure in every nerve ending as his body tenses and then melts. He's already so close, feels like he's been raveled up tight and waiting for release for months. Ready to tell Jayce he needs to back off some, his lover seems to come to the same conclusion for different reasons. As much as Viktor misses the fullness of his lover's fingers inside of him, he takes the moment to breath deeply and prepare for what was coming next. ]
Jayce. [ Viktor never wants to stop saying his name, fingers petting through his hair and pushing it back from where the dark locks stick to the sweat on his brow. He can't help smiling at the rush for more lube, to get on with it, to connect. ] My gorgeous Jayce.
[ Making his body pliant for the repositioning, Viktor finds that he quite enjoys the show of strength from Jayce. Where he'd expect to feel weak because of it, the manhandling instead empowers him with the knowledge that he's doing this to Jayce, he's inspiring such rough and needy treatment. All the while, his partner is still so gentle, pausing with his cock pressed against Viktor's hole even as they both shake with need. Viktor whines, biting his bottom lip with embarrassment at the noise because they're so close, yet Jayce is taking the time to care for him all the same. Another night, Viktor will reassure him that the pain is part of the pleasure sometimes—tonight, however, it's all about the connection, becoming one together, making love. ]
Don't worry, my heart. [ He leans up to kiss the corner of Jayce's lips, his cheek, the bridge of his nose. ] I want to feel all of you, so don't hold back.
[ jayce's heart flutters like their sputtering candle flame at every appeal of his name— like a featherlight song carressing his ears into overwhelming submission— he's never felt more adored. more wanted, in not just one aspect— all of them. they're complete. ]
I won't.
[ his lips purse once more to form contact, to leave phantom kisses just underneath viktor's eye before he must pull back to see him. he wants to see him, when he's inside him for the very first time. jayce's breathing is bated, held, the rest of him strung and bound tight as he nods for his partner, swallows tight, and applies enough slow, easy pressure with his pitched hips, one hand pulling viktor's pelvis to him as the one on his cock relents to hold viktor's leg.
steady, jayce sinks into his love's sheathing sultriness, hot and tight and terribly dizzying. even with his eyes open, he swears he sees stars as the pleasure from within him pops like fireworks and collides with every sense he had. his mouth hangs apart, his brows pinch up— and jayce whines loudly, for what could have been the first time, too. it was everything. viktor was everything. jayce felt like he was going to burst at his seams, every ragged rasp for air a sound, or words— ]
My God— Viktor—
[ jayce tremors like an earthquake to pace his breach until he fills viktor, until he's sunken at the very hilt of his length, and until he is sure that he was okay to take his entirety. a moment to feel him, to grow accustomed to his size, and shape, and the damn ecstacy that plows up his limbs and makes him see white— through jayce's fluttering lashes and quick blinking, all he makes out is an unbelievable beauty. he's so imperfect. he's everything. jayce tries to breathe his best, his gasps either an oh or viktor, muttering and moaning and pressing crazed lips wherever he could. ]
Please, p-please—
[ jayce asks for permission, one more time. because he knows that once he starts, he won't stop as easily. he promised he would, and he would— it was best to turn back before he couldn't anymore. ]
[ Jayce filling him takes minutes, hours, eons. It feels like Viktor has been waiting lifetimes for it, and perhaps he has. Of all the memories he's had, never has there been one of intimacy like this. He'd always chalked it up to everything he's seen being triggered by something similar in the moment, but it still struck him as strange.
In all timelines, in all possibilities... only you.
But never like this.
The slow slide pushes all the air out of Viktor's lungs, his lips falling open in a silent gasp. Jayce is big—unsurprisingly so considering his size, his height—and Viktor had hungered for it as much as he'd prepared for the stretch. Erection flagging, he finally manages to catch his breath with a hitch and starts panting for air as he wills himself to relax around the intrusion. It's not a breach, it's a connection, it's becoming whole for the first time. Jayce bottoms out, his hips tight against Viktor's, and it's a puzzle piece slotting perfectly into place. ]
J-Jayce. [ His tongue his dry and heavy in his mouth, accent thicker than ever as he calls for his lover. Viktor's hands grasp for something, searching for a piece of Jayce that's close enough to sink his fingers into, to draw the rest of him closer to match below. Fingernails drag down flexing back muscles as he finds purchase holding the backs of his shoulders. ] Fuck me, love, please.
[ he can, he finally can, after so long, after all that patience and constraint, after biding his arousal and the maddening shake in his thighs that came with it; jayce anchors their bodies sideways, digs his fingers into viktor, partially pulls his hips apart from him and rolls in, the highest of moans breaking free from the parchedness of his throat. ]
Oh, fuck—
[ viktor's accent riles him, his pleads a song for jayce's enamored insanity, so he does it again— again, again, and finds at first a tame swing for their dance; a suave rippling of wet clicks as jayce enshrouds his cock in viktor's blinding heat, paying attention to every detail that intoxicates him. his smell is his, of which he pushes the flexible tip of his nose into viktor's flip of hair locks. the pace of his breathing, his, as jayce's entire hand engulfs the front of his rib cage and clutches patches of skin where he could worship him. his chest, his nipples, his delicate neck, his bare, leaking cock. he is a tender lover, his thumbs caressing viktor wherever he handles him. jayce's soft, sweet croaks reveres his every being, from pressing kisses to his beading temples to gasping his name in the shell of his ear, viktor, love, viktor, my beloved, my viktor, oh viktor.
he is flooded with passion that felt infinite, with every rock of his penetration saturating viktor, and fusing their existence with molten ecstacy only growing in his core. if viktor's legs strained, that was alright— jayce was acutely aware of his love's needs throughout. ignoring him for the empty pursuit of pleasure was out of the question. their ecstacy was one. the smallest signal of tension has jayce pausing only to switch their dynamic, however brief it was. on viktor's belly, or his back, whatever and however he wanted. jayce would treat him like a god, and continue to fuck him right. ]
[ The first drag of hips is a knife, cutting away his body and bearing his soul. The next is a hammer, driving Jayce home inside of him like a keystone to his being, something so essential to his existence that Viktor doesn't know how he lived without it for so long. Jayce fucks him like he's molten metal drawn from his forge, molding him with a pace that's steady and strong and rhythmic, math translated through the language of music.
Jayce presses against his hair, breathing him in, and Viktor nuzzles against him in response. He wants to touch everywhere, wants every sense full of Jayce in his moment. Ducking his head down, he licks a wet line up the side of Jayce's neck and bites at the lobe of his ear, panting against flushed skin. He moans words of encouragement against his ear, praising his lover, always whispering his name with reverence often saved for a god. Jayce is his god, this bed their church, sex their ritual of worship. ]
Harder. [ Now that he's used to the stretch of the length inside him, he tilts his hips in search of the angle that will send him to the stars. His hands trail down Jayce's back, nails dragging to raise fine lines in their wake, until he can grab he meat of his ass like he might be able to drag him deeper inside. The mixture of carnal passion and sweet endearments makes his chest ache along with his cock, all of him eager for more, more, more. ]
[ nails burn so finely down the rippling muscles of his back, jayce knows he'll enjoy looking at it in the mirror— aching, lovely reminders. he shivers the most when viktor's teeth give him attention, or when his ass clenches in the delectation of nimble fingers taking what they wanted and digging into the flex of his thrusts, like praise for his efforts and fuel for his vigor.
and what a fan to his flame, like spewing oil at a pyre. harder, viktor demands, beckons, and not a second sooner does jayce serve him. planting his weight to his knees and his hands at viktor's hips, he lifts his torso to straighten his arms and clinch fingertips into the flesh of his partner's belly and allows viktor the flexibility to rotate freely and find his mark. he'll hold the angle when they find it. for now— the bedframe rattles with jayce's pounds at his previous pace, delving deeper into viktor with gravelly groans and resisting the temptation to move any faster. he wanted this to last for as long as he could, and oh, how he was already missing the excess proximity, chest to chest, heart to heart, he wished to dive right back in for him in hopes that their fronts may melt into one single being—
but viktor looks gorgeous from this angle, and he did need this disposition as a pillar to send his love to cloud nine as many times as he wished for it. what face would he make? would his eyes roll, flutter, would he tighten and convulse on his cock?
perhaps proximity could wait. it is a pretty picture jayce is dying to see. ]
[ Viktor shivers at the relative cold of air hitting his skin when Jayce pulls away, and he misses the weight of him as soon as it's gone. They'll have time to come close again later, to wrap themselves up in each other—to wake up in a tangle of limbs and blankets and the love they've spun around this moment in time, all for them, the rest of the world nonexistent outside of their cocoon.
Right now, the change in position adds to the force of Jayce's thrusts until Viktor is panting in time with each push. As Jayce straightens up again, Viktor's hands fall away from him and land on top of the fingers gripping his hips. Curious, he smooths a hand over his own stomach, low towards his cock, and he can feel Jayce moving inside of him. Pressing down, he moans with a sharp catch of breath, head lolling to the side where he gulps for air. He can feel himself tighten around Jayce, and the debauchery of it makes him clench down even further. Everything compounds perfectly to send the next thrust against his prostate.
Viktor's back arches off the bed, eyes shut tight against the explosion of pleasure as his lips part in a silent scream. Nebulas of color dance behind his eyelids and his legs shake as he lifts them to wrap around Jayce's hips. He can't hold them tightly enough to stop Jayce from moving, but he can hopefully signal him for more, don't stop, don't dare pull away now. ]
[ that was different. of all the gorgeous reactions he's learned of viktor's, this was close to the most stunning. and if he was pushed to his peak, off the edge—? jayce's heart dropped with elation and hammered harder in his ears. they were concise, clear indicators, and even viktor's legs solicit his sustain— he doesn't dare stop, not for a second. the flutter of viktor's eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure springs jayce to shove his cock with the flourishing intensity and a hastened clip.
jayce holds the beautiful curve of viktor's back, the bones of his hips and the spread of his belly, his dribbling cock in his hand, leaving a shining little puddle of precum that he wished he could lick right off him. at another time, maybe. jayce's arm folds over viktor's shoulders in a halfed embrace, secure him in place to feel the absolute brunt of his drive, the slap of his balls—
and the grip of his hand finding viktor's, lacing his fingers into the empty spaces and squeezing frantically, dragging his lips slack against his partner's jaw as a drawl hooks into jayce's throat and pulls like strings on an instrument. the pressure building just under his cock was blinding, the heat, immeasurable, spreading from his core and just waiting, growing, growing, lifting,
[ Each drive of Jayce's hips is the strike of a flint, feeding the wildfire coursing through Viktor's body. He can feel his orgasm approaching and wonders, hopes, that Jayce is close, too. He's been selfish, chasing his own pleasure and assuming it was good for his lover. It makes him begin to roll his hips more intentionally, fucking himself down against every thrust and tightening his muscles around Jayce's cock when he pulls back. The sounds are obscene and beautiful, and he turns his face to meet Jayce's lips in sloppy kisses that barely connect at times.
Anchoring himself in the twine of their fingers, Viktor squeezes Jayce's hand and then guides it to his leaking cock. He wraps their hands around it, messy strokes that he tries to match to the rhythm of Jayce's hips. ]
Close. [ He can barely speak from the pressure building up inside of him. He's a bow, so tightly string that soon he'll snap from the tension. He wants it so badly he can taste it.
Struggling to open his eyes, blinking as his vision swims, he lifts his free hand to grab the back of Jayce's neck and press their foreheads together. ] Fuck, I want you to come inside, fill me up.
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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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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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—?
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[ 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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Even as Jayce begins to move his finger in a steady rhythm, he's thinking about Viktor's comfort. The tentative curl of his finger draws a moan from Viktor, hips angling into it, searching. He smiles and presses close, stealing kiss after kiss but loath to give up the forehead contact for too long. ] Perfect.
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he's so glad he was the one to break through, to get that yes. to spend his life with him, perhaps get their own property, breed their own horses, adopt a child, get to see beautiful chestnut locks weave with grey. is he getting too romantic? too ahead of himself? the amount of adoration within him boiled to what felt like a breaking point, fueling his lust not for sex, but for viktor in particular. he wants more of his scent in his nostrils, he wants more of his sweat rubbed against his face, on his tongue, savory and quivering his spine from top to bottom. he wants his heat tight around him, his fluids interlaced with his. ]
Viktor . . .
[ such sweetly hushed words to the man's temple, his neck, against his lips when they kiss and in his hair. the throbbing, molten heat between his legs felt unbearable, pleading for him by circling his hips against viktor's leg. his erection was dribbling wet and rigid with want, rutting against him for something to keep restlessness at a controllable plane.
jayce signals his thoughts of a second finger, teasing the edges around the first for a few more tides before pulling out, completely, then sinking in with both, his ring and middle finger. jayce shudders as viktor does, his cock stirring with inflated delight and anticipation, all while his belly tenses and his frame constricts into a dry roll of his hips against viktor. his sigh is on the verge of caving, deep and gritty. he repeats much of what he's done with the first entry; he waits for viktor's approval to begin a rythmic insertion, supplementing with the harmless (but increasingly passionate) grinds against his side, eventually keep one of viktor's legs straddled between his own. ]
I lived without you all this time— I had to find you.
[ had to, like a deep, thrumming call in his vitae, in his very being, yearning for the other half of his wings and driving him forward. it is a subtly melancholy truth enveloped in beautiful awareness. his breaths are quick, tepid— and when he sweeps his gaze over spread legs and delicate features, rippled with pleasure, ]
You're so stunning like this—
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Fate had the best intentions for them this time, it seems. They were two men with their own talents and interests, fully-fledge individuals who found each other when they were ready to embark on something more. Maybe it's fate, too, that never drove Jayce to bed another man, that kept Viktor from finding anyone that would last more than a night. They get to be each other's first in some ways, even if the romanticism of the concept could be up for debate. It's precious to Viktor, though, to know that he owns this side of Jayce, that he'll be the only one to ever see and taste and touch and feel him so deeply—mind, body, and soul.
Only Jayce will say his name so sweetly and hear Viktor echo his name like a prayer. ]
Jayce. [ He laughs, breathless from the way air keeps being stolen from him by lips and fingers. ] Such a romantic.
[ It's impossible not to feel Jayce's want that presses into his thigh, and Viktor shifts beneath him to help. Digging his heel into the bed, he bends his knee and presses up against the throbbing heat of Jayce's cock, trapping it between their bodies. The position changes the angle of Jayce's finger inside of him, making his breathing hitch when he feels the second finger against his rim. He tries to stay patient with the same slow, careful pace as before, but soon he's rolling his hips in a harsher rhythm, fucking himself on Jayce's fingers. ]
I'm here. [ He's repeating himself, but Jayce's fingertips are so close to that spot deep inside that Viktor tries to guide him towards. ] I'm yours. I'm not going to break now. Please, Jayce.
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he matches his beloved's urgent tempo swiftly, both with his fingers and with his hips. his drive quickens, and with every plung inward, jayce tests the boundaries and what would make viktor react the most with wild endorsement. was it the curl of his fingers dorsally, or a twist in the opposite direction? sideways? deeper, perhaps, deeper and curling, rubbing at spots that amassed to full-body shivers—
it made jayce wild, rocking into the provided friction with all the more desperation— he couldn't handle it anymore. please, viktor demands, and his abdomen clenches with a crazy twinge from deep within him. jayce retreats slick fingers, fumbles in a reach so quick for the vial at the nightstand to coat his hand, then his cock, then lathering his partner for good measure. he had to. he had to, he had to—
this small moment of rushed remission is the only recovery period viktor will have to barely collect, as drunk on love and lust as jayce was as he adjusted viktor's height in relation to his own, lowering him as he pulled up, held his partner's leg at a slight angle to help with entry.
his cock's head touches the winking access, only held there for a torturous minute and, god— jayce forces himself to pause, to cherish this moment, to watch viktor's gaze from this perspective, the color on him, the movement of every face muscle and truly, wholeheartedly connect with him. this was not a quick fuck no matter how desperate he felt to finally have him. this would alter them and bind them unfathomably, more than they already were in the lace of time and space beyond their understanding.
he's not going to just, fuck him raw, until their legs ached and pooled into useless piles. jayce was going to make love to him, and he would make sure viktor felt it with such intensity, the soreness would follow him with blissful fondness endlessly. ]
—You'll tell me, if I'm hurting you.
[ he's never seen his own cock so swollen. the last thing he wants to do is harm him. the messy grip he has on viktor, leaving behind greasy fingerprints of earthy olive oil tightens, but it is a kneading squeeze of care, knocking his forehead into him. ]
I'll listen.
[ and so many other things, because he is safe, he's at home, and jayce would do and say anything and everything to uphold that. i promise. ]
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Jayce. [ Viktor never wants to stop saying his name, fingers petting through his hair and pushing it back from where the dark locks stick to the sweat on his brow. He can't help smiling at the rush for more lube, to get on with it, to connect. ] My gorgeous Jayce.
[ Making his body pliant for the repositioning, Viktor finds that he quite enjoys the show of strength from Jayce. Where he'd expect to feel weak because of it, the manhandling instead empowers him with the knowledge that he's doing this to Jayce, he's inspiring such rough and needy treatment. All the while, his partner is still so gentle, pausing with his cock pressed against Viktor's hole even as they both shake with need. Viktor whines, biting his bottom lip with embarrassment at the noise because they're so close, yet Jayce is taking the time to care for him all the same. Another night, Viktor will reassure him that the pain is part of the pleasure sometimes—tonight, however, it's all about the connection, becoming one together, making love. ]
Don't worry, my heart. [ He leans up to kiss the corner of Jayce's lips, his cheek, the bridge of his nose. ] I want to feel all of you, so don't hold back.
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I won't.
[ his lips purse once more to form contact, to leave phantom kisses just underneath viktor's eye before he must pull back to see him. he wants to see him, when he's inside him for the very first time. jayce's breathing is bated, held, the rest of him strung and bound tight as he nods for his partner, swallows tight, and applies enough slow, easy pressure with his pitched hips, one hand pulling viktor's pelvis to him as the one on his cock relents to hold viktor's leg.
steady, jayce sinks into his love's sheathing sultriness, hot and tight and terribly dizzying. even with his eyes open, he swears he sees stars as the pleasure from within him pops like fireworks and collides with every sense he had. his mouth hangs apart, his brows pinch up— and jayce whines loudly, for what could have been the first time, too. it was everything. viktor was everything. jayce felt like he was going to burst at his seams, every ragged rasp for air a sound, or words— ]
My God— Viktor—
[ jayce tremors like an earthquake to pace his breach until he fills viktor, until he's sunken at the very hilt of his length, and until he is sure that he was okay to take his entirety. a moment to feel him, to grow accustomed to his size, and shape, and the damn ecstacy that plows up his limbs and makes him see white— through jayce's fluttering lashes and quick blinking, all he makes out is an unbelievable beauty. he's so imperfect. he's everything. jayce tries to breathe his best, his gasps either an oh or viktor, muttering and moaning and pressing crazed lips wherever he could. ]
Please, p-please—
[ jayce asks for permission, one more time. because he knows that once he starts, he won't stop as easily. he promised he would, and he would— it was best to turn back before he couldn't anymore. ]
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In all timelines, in all possibilities... only you.
But never like this.
The slow slide pushes all the air out of Viktor's lungs, his lips falling open in a silent gasp. Jayce is big—unsurprisingly so considering his size, his height—and Viktor had hungered for it as much as he'd prepared for the stretch. Erection flagging, he finally manages to catch his breath with a hitch and starts panting for air as he wills himself to relax around the intrusion. It's not a breach, it's a connection, it's becoming whole for the first time. Jayce bottoms out, his hips tight against Viktor's, and it's a puzzle piece slotting perfectly into place. ]
J-Jayce. [ His tongue his dry and heavy in his mouth, accent thicker than ever as he calls for his lover. Viktor's hands grasp for something, searching for a piece of Jayce that's close enough to sink his fingers into, to draw the rest of him closer to match below. Fingernails drag down flexing back muscles as he finds purchase holding the backs of his shoulders. ] Fuck me, love, please.
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Oh, fuck—
[ viktor's accent riles him, his pleads a song for jayce's enamored insanity, so he does it again— again, again, and finds at first a tame swing for their dance; a suave rippling of wet clicks as jayce enshrouds his cock in viktor's blinding heat, paying attention to every detail that intoxicates him. his smell is his, of which he pushes the flexible tip of his nose into viktor's flip of hair locks. the pace of his breathing, his, as jayce's entire hand engulfs the front of his rib cage and clutches patches of skin where he could worship him. his chest, his nipples, his delicate neck, his bare, leaking cock. he is a tender lover, his thumbs caressing viktor wherever he handles him. jayce's soft, sweet croaks reveres his every being, from pressing kisses to his beading temples to gasping his name in the shell of his ear, viktor, love, viktor, my beloved, my viktor, oh viktor.
he is flooded with passion that felt infinite, with every rock of his penetration saturating viktor, and fusing their existence with molten ecstacy only growing in his core. if viktor's legs strained, that was alright— jayce was acutely aware of his love's needs throughout. ignoring him for the empty pursuit of pleasure was out of the question. their ecstacy was one. the smallest signal of tension has jayce pausing only to switch their dynamic, however brief it was. on viktor's belly, or his back, whatever and however he wanted. jayce would treat him like a god, and continue to fuck him right. ]
I've got you, beloved.
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Jayce presses against his hair, breathing him in, and Viktor nuzzles against him in response. He wants to touch everywhere, wants every sense full of Jayce in his moment. Ducking his head down, he licks a wet line up the side of Jayce's neck and bites at the lobe of his ear, panting against flushed skin. He moans words of encouragement against his ear, praising his lover, always whispering his name with reverence often saved for a god. Jayce is his god, this bed their church, sex their ritual of worship. ]
Harder. [ Now that he's used to the stretch of the length inside him, he tilts his hips in search of the angle that will send him to the stars. His hands trail down Jayce's back, nails dragging to raise fine lines in their wake, until he can grab he meat of his ass like he might be able to drag him deeper inside. The mixture of carnal passion and sweet endearments makes his chest ache along with his cock, all of him eager for more, more, more. ]
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and what a fan to his flame, like spewing oil at a pyre. harder, viktor demands, beckons, and not a second sooner does jayce serve him. planting his weight to his knees and his hands at viktor's hips, he lifts his torso to straighten his arms and clinch fingertips into the flesh of his partner's belly and allows viktor the flexibility to rotate freely and find his mark. he'll hold the angle when they find it. for now— the bedframe rattles with jayce's pounds at his previous pace, delving deeper into viktor with gravelly groans and resisting the temptation to move any faster. he wanted this to last for as long as he could, and oh, how he was already missing the excess proximity, chest to chest, heart to heart, he wished to dive right back in for him in hopes that their fronts may melt into one single being—
but viktor looks gorgeous from this angle, and he did need this disposition as a pillar to send his love to cloud nine as many times as he wished for it. what face would he make? would his eyes roll, flutter, would he tighten and convulse on his cock?
perhaps proximity could wait. it is a pretty picture jayce is dying to see. ]
For you, anything—
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Right now, the change in position adds to the force of Jayce's thrusts until Viktor is panting in time with each push. As Jayce straightens up again, Viktor's hands fall away from him and land on top of the fingers gripping his hips. Curious, he smooths a hand over his own stomach, low towards his cock, and he can feel Jayce moving inside of him. Pressing down, he moans with a sharp catch of breath, head lolling to the side where he gulps for air. He can feel himself tighten around Jayce, and the debauchery of it makes him clench down even further. Everything compounds perfectly to send the next thrust against his prostate.
Viktor's back arches off the bed, eyes shut tight against the explosion of pleasure as his lips part in a silent scream. Nebulas of color dance behind his eyelids and his legs shake as he lifts them to wrap around Jayce's hips. He can't hold them tightly enough to stop Jayce from moving, but he can hopefully signal him for more, don't stop, don't dare pull away now. ]
T-there, fuck, right there.
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jayce holds the beautiful curve of viktor's back, the bones of his hips and the spread of his belly, his dribbling cock in his hand, leaving a shining little puddle of precum that he wished he could lick right off him. at another time, maybe. jayce's arm folds over viktor's shoulders in a halfed embrace, secure him in place to feel the absolute brunt of his drive, the slap of his balls—
and the grip of his hand finding viktor's, lacing his fingers into the empty spaces and squeezing frantically, dragging his lips slack against his partner's jaw as a drawl hooks into jayce's throat and pulls like strings on an instrument. the pressure building just under his cock was blinding, the heat, immeasurable, spreading from his core and just waiting, growing, growing, lifting,
he had to see him come. he had to. ]
Oh, God, Viktor—
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Anchoring himself in the twine of their fingers, Viktor squeezes Jayce's hand and then guides it to his leaking cock. He wraps their hands around it, messy strokes that he tries to match to the rhythm of Jayce's hips. ]
Close. [ He can barely speak from the pressure building up inside of him. He's a bow, so tightly string that soon he'll snap from the tension. He wants it so badly he can taste it.
Struggling to open his eyes, blinking as his vision swims, he lifts his free hand to grab the back of Jayce's neck and press their foreheads together. ] Fuck, I want you to come inside, fill me up.
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