[ 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.
[ jayce had not been expecting to hear that. his deepened groan twists into a delicate, syrupy whine for viktor that made his cock twinge against the tight walls around him. fuck, he wants him to come inside, he wants— exactly what jayce wants. it starts an untamed chase. jayce's fucking shifts to frantic— drilling into him in wild beats like a drum, both fast and hard as his jaws bolted together. he'll have to allow viktor to guide the movements around his cock so that jayce wouldn't miss their cadence, until they were synched, until he was properly hugging his fingers around the begging seepage of his arousal and pumping in tune with his claps— so fucking desperate to take viktor and pounce off the threshold of their rapture together now that the chance had been given. ]
I want— your cum, all over me— Oh—
[ high pitched whimpers from jayce's frenzy flags his climax, just in view and within reach. they'll clean themselves up later, they'll think about his sheets and how that'll wash later. his last kiss comes messy and broken, just as his vocal cords fissure his strangled gasping into a hover over viktor's lips to rasp, so quickly and shivering from holding his burst, almost in what felt like a panic— ]
V-Viktor, I'm coming— please—
[ the please is a hectic invitation. a warning. preparation, maybe, and the poor man— still fucking him like a hound in heat, so desparate to please him, so greedy to take all of him— he's having two cakes. he's about to have one more. ]
[ Viktor is beyond rhythm at this point, Jayce's frantic movements creating a feedback loop of pleasure that makes it impossible to move with any rhyme or reason. The way Jayce sounds is the only music he can focus on, the sweet groans and whines. And the mouth on him. Now that he's coming undone, he moans filth that makes Viktor shiver in delight and anticipation of what's so close, of the cliff they're ready to dive off of together.
Jayce's lips brush against Viktor's, their hot breath mingling through the warning. There's no time to reply, nothing in his mind as is goes blank and his body chases the climax cresting within. It's unbearable and so close yet so far and then it crashes down over him, roaring waves of pleasure in his ears and white in his vision and a snap of all the tension in his body. He comes with a hoarse call of Jayce's name, body stilling his his back arched up towards his lover and come spilling over their entwined hands. A second passes, then five, then he melts all at once, limbs turned to fizzy jelly as all the nerves fire at once and strength leaves him, thighs spasming with pleasure and with the sudden memory of their own limits. All he can do is murmur softly, urging Jayce on, moaning as the thrusts prolong his pleasure as his hips twitch up into them. ]
[ the hot spill that lathers jayce's hand, the way viktor spasms and comes so beautifully— jayce could repeat it in his mind's eye for the rest of his days. the symphony of sounds he conducted, the gorgeous shout of his name, and the charged pop they've created together tipped him over.
the dams of his orgasm crack, fracture, and with a blinding, transcending eruption, his seed is shot within viktor. jayce cries out like an animal, squeezes his ass against the hole he's unloaded in, and rides the sultry waves of explosive bliss with convulsing thighs and a shivering frame, each rock easing a long, hoarse whine each. he can't see straight, his vision a blurry sea of stars and ecstacy, feeling the tight clench of his abdomen and balls as he cock twitches its last and he comes absolutely undone on top of viktor. never has he came so hard, so embarrassingly loaded that even as he slumps over his love to gather his breathing and ride the smaller aftershocks of bliss, he could feel just how much is dribbling out of viktor. insane. all of that— was insane.
they'll both need a moment, just to breathe, just to compose. his climax was still gnawing at the edges of his curled toes and amounting jayce to delightful fatigue. ]
Viktor, [ only a teetering whisper of gasps and exhales, a mound of useless muscle now. the thick scent of their sex becomes harder to ignore, as he realizes what a mess they both are . . . but he embraces viktor anyway, spreading the filth and cradling the passion that made him burst like a dying star. he nuzzles his face to the crook of his sweaty neck and presses a kiss to sticky hair at his temple. he only doesn't lift his hand between them to avoid getting cum on his face. jayce's eyes still roll back, and his body shudders sweetly when he presses into him one last time, slow and fizzling out. ] Love of my lives.
[ he'd like to ask what the hell he did to him, but he's still breathless, and ends up shortening it to: ]
[ Even in the hazy bliss of post-orgasm, Viktor forces his eyes open to watch Jayce come. He's beautiful, undone and wild, his mouth open with cries of passion. His brows come together in a furrowed peak, not unlike when he's focused on the physicality of forging, the raw power in his body taking over to tighten each muscle. Viktor wants to kiss the wrinkles between his brow, proud marks of how hard Jayce has worked for so long.
Cooing to him softly, curling his legs back around Jayce's hips as they stutter and still deep inside of him, Viktor blushes anew at the heat that fills him and spills over. Jayce's come pushes deep inside him while his own coats their stomachs—marked, undeniably belonging to each other. It makes his body sing with pride, a pleased hum rising in his throat as he gently guides them to roll over onto their sides, still linked. Their weaker legs rest on top, tangled together, as Viktor raises a hand to push Jayce's hair back from his sweaty face.
Love of my lives. Such a simple difference, yet the weight of it hits Viktor straight in the heart. ]
My heart. [ Leaning in closer, he kisses Jayce slow and unhurried, no longer frantic with need but just as passionate. He laughs at the thought of being Jayce's ruin, so certain that they are each other's downfall in equal measures. Viktor would battle kings and challenge gods for the man wrapped up in his arms. ]
Were you planning to find other lovers after me? [ His voice is full of lazy mirth as he nuzzles against Jayce's neck, memorizing his scent. ]
[ even in his euphoric aftermath, jayce manages to bark, a tired but wonderful chuckle so genuinely beyond smitten. when his eyes are on viktor, turning their bodies into a damp, sticky entanglement he's finding hard to even think about prying hinself from, his chest flutters as if it were the first time he's realized he's fallen so hard for him. while resting his injured leg, jayce kisses viktor with equal lethargy, taking in his taste and swallowing his breath, the dragging mingle of their tongues a sensual consequence of a love beyond discernment. the free hand that hadn't remained curled to his chest to cup the mess is outstretch and rests on the side of viktor's beautiful head, playing with his pretty hair. ]
Only if they're all you. [ he toys, feeling his cock pulse and revert its gentle way to softening. that ment— even more of a mess, but he couldn't bring himself to really care. only tremble, and gasp, as he felt viktor's walls push him out. he couldn't . . . immediately put to words his emotions, even though he knew— it just felt like words couldn't live up to the feeling that pricked the corners of his eyes and moved him to gratitude and tender devotion. oh, what he'd do for him. he'd climb out of hell. he'd travel across time, and space. he'd leave everything he knew behind.
my heart. every damn time, his heart swelled in response. ]
We might need to wash.
[ but he says it through a grin that doesn't mind waiting a bit. they'd have to help each other to the bathroom, both braceless. the bedsheets might as well be used as towels. ]
[ Jayce is always making the most beautiful noises, his laughter or moans or words. Viktor can picture them laying together, bundled from the cold outside, his head in Jayce's lap as his partner reads to him. It's a domestic picture that he never would have yearned for until meeting Jayce, something that he didn't even consider enough to know he wants it.
Humming happiness as fingers card through his hair, he imagines the angles it must be sticking up at now after so much thrashing against the pillows. He can feel Jayce slip from him, shivering at the cold emptiness that replaces the contented peace he'd felt a moment ago. When he notices the somber expression on Jayce's features, he kisses the corner of his eye, the bridge of his nose, the bow of his lips. ]
Only ever me. [ He'd fight to keep Jayce, perhaps even if his love ever found a day he didn't want Viktor to.
Whining at the thought of getting up for any reason, even bathing, Viktor scoots closer in protest. He can feel the come dripping out of him, making a mess of his thighs and the blanket beneath, but he can't find a part of him that cares. Instead, he reaches a hand down between his legs, pushing fingertips through the mess, then lifting it to his lips. There's a kittenish lick of tongue before he sucks two fingers into his mouth, moaning at the musky taste of Jayce. ]
[ jayce can't seem to stop the amused huh of approval that puffs from his cheeks, a taint of pretty pink on them— only viktor could do that to him. make him this . . . pile of tender, romantic goop. the tears were good tears, happy ones, blinked and smiled away at another moment's notice. and he's right!! there'd only ever be him— there are no odd looks or even objections, because jayce was quite possessive, himself. greedy and jealous, should anyone come hovering at the thought of his partner.
but the next act— now, that makes jayce's eyes widen, his hue burn darker and his teeth flash, knocking his forehead into viktor's and making a gentle grab for his wrist. not that he's actually pulling it away from his mouth or anything, because, ]
Easy, Viktor, [ he playfully warns, but his eyes keep darting excessively to viktor's lips, his ears carefully tuned to the rumbled hums, and he hushes low, by his cheek and ticking his face with his beard: ] I might just take you again.
[ he's no young buck, but— viktor shouldn't take his chances. or maybe he should. jayce, despite his warn disposition, seems to enjoy the provocation enough to reach for viktor's ass and pull their hips into a bridging touch, carressing his toes against his legs and cuddling his face. ]
[ He's pleased that Jayce doesn't baulk at the possessiveness, because now that he belongs to Viktor and has his heart, he'll be fought for tooth and nail. Even if they're affianced and later married, that doesn't mean Viktor is going to slack when it comes to keeping his lover's attention—those beautiful hazel eyes should only ever be on him.
Chuckling at the reaction, he wonders if maybe Jayce will make him stop before he's sucked the fingers clean. When he doesn't, Viktor lets them go with a wet pop and licks his lips. The tickle of Jayce's beard makes him laugh, the sound a little brighter than his sultry flirting tones, and he nuzzles against it to feel more of the scratch than ghostly whispers. ]
You say that as if I should fear it. [ His hand, now clean, comes to rest on the swell of Jayce's hip as they gather closer together. ] Really, I will take you as many times as you please.
[ o-oh, now. oh 😳 the look in viktor's eyes before him has jayce almost sheepishly ducking his gaze away with only a grin that has already lost whatever battle this was, the prickle of his love's wickedness catching him by the throat like a feast would the starving. ]
I have the impression that, [ despite this sly flirting, it also manages to feel sweet, make a bed in his chest that he could sleep in close to his heart. you know— two can definitely play. jayce's hand, at least one of them, was sticky and seedy with viktor's release. he raises the side of his hand up to his lips, and purposely rolls his tongue flat against it from his wrist to his pinky. ] You're challenging me.
[ Viktor watches Jayce with eyes simultaneously burning with affection and desire. When he raises his hand to taste Viktor's come, he reaches up to wrap his own hand around Jayce's wrist, flexing his fingers to press nails against the thin skin above the pulse point ticking away on the underside. His clever amber eyes are sharp like a hawks, ready to categorize Jayce's reaction to the flavor of sweat and seed. ]
It's not a challenge. [ Challenges are made with the intention of getting an opponent to back down, or to better them—this is about the two of them together, testing boundaries and limits. ] Think of it more like a hypothesis.
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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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I want— your cum, all over me— Oh—
[ high pitched whimpers from jayce's frenzy flags his climax, just in view and within reach. they'll clean themselves up later, they'll think about his sheets and how that'll wash later. his last kiss comes messy and broken, just as his vocal cords fissure his strangled gasping into a hover over viktor's lips to rasp, so quickly and shivering from holding his burst, almost in what felt like a panic— ]
V-Viktor, I'm coming— please—
[ the please is a hectic invitation. a warning. preparation, maybe, and the poor man— still fucking him like a hound in heat, so desparate to please him, so greedy to take all of him— he's having two cakes. he's about to have one more. ]
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Jayce's lips brush against Viktor's, their hot breath mingling through the warning. There's no time to reply, nothing in his mind as is goes blank and his body chases the climax cresting within. It's unbearable and so close yet so far and then it crashes down over him, roaring waves of pleasure in his ears and white in his vision and a snap of all the tension in his body. He comes with a hoarse call of Jayce's name, body stilling his his back arched up towards his lover and come spilling over their entwined hands. A second passes, then five, then he melts all at once, limbs turned to fizzy jelly as all the nerves fire at once and strength leaves him, thighs spasming with pleasure and with the sudden memory of their own limits. All he can do is murmur softly, urging Jayce on, moaning as the thrusts prolong his pleasure as his hips twitch up into them. ]
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the dams of his orgasm crack, fracture, and with a blinding, transcending eruption, his seed is shot within viktor. jayce cries out like an animal, squeezes his ass against the hole he's unloaded in, and rides the sultry waves of explosive bliss with convulsing thighs and a shivering frame, each rock easing a long, hoarse whine each. he can't see straight, his vision a blurry sea of stars and ecstacy, feeling the tight clench of his abdomen and balls as he cock twitches its last and he comes absolutely undone on top of viktor. never has he came so hard, so embarrassingly loaded that even as he slumps over his love to gather his breathing and ride the smaller aftershocks of bliss, he could feel just how much is dribbling out of viktor. insane. all of that— was insane.
they'll both need a moment, just to breathe, just to compose. his climax was still gnawing at the edges of his curled toes and amounting jayce to delightful fatigue. ]
Viktor, [ only a teetering whisper of gasps and exhales, a mound of useless muscle now. the thick scent of their sex becomes harder to ignore, as he realizes what a mess they both are . . . but he embraces viktor anyway, spreading the filth and cradling the passion that made him burst like a dying star. he nuzzles his face to the crook of his sweaty neck and presses a kiss to sticky hair at his temple. he only doesn't lift his hand between them to avoid getting cum on his face. jayce's eyes still roll back, and his body shudders sweetly when he presses into him one last time, slow and fizzling out. ] Love of my lives.
[ he'd like to ask what the hell he did to him, but he's still breathless, and ends up shortening it to: ]
You've . . . Ruined me.
[ it feels so good to be ruined. ]
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Cooing to him softly, curling his legs back around Jayce's hips as they stutter and still deep inside of him, Viktor blushes anew at the heat that fills him and spills over. Jayce's come pushes deep inside him while his own coats their stomachs—marked, undeniably belonging to each other. It makes his body sing with pride, a pleased hum rising in his throat as he gently guides them to roll over onto their sides, still linked. Their weaker legs rest on top, tangled together, as Viktor raises a hand to push Jayce's hair back from his sweaty face.
Love of my lives. Such a simple difference, yet the weight of it hits Viktor straight in the heart. ]
My heart. [ Leaning in closer, he kisses Jayce slow and unhurried, no longer frantic with need but just as passionate. He laughs at the thought of being Jayce's ruin, so certain that they are each other's downfall in equal measures. Viktor would battle kings and challenge gods for the man wrapped up in his arms. ]
Were you planning to find other lovers after me? [ His voice is full of lazy mirth as he nuzzles against Jayce's neck, memorizing his scent. ]
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Only if they're all you. [ he toys, feeling his cock pulse and revert its gentle way to softening. that ment— even more of a mess, but he couldn't bring himself to really care. only tremble, and gasp, as he felt viktor's walls push him out. he couldn't . . . immediately put to words his emotions, even though he knew— it just felt like words couldn't live up to the feeling that pricked the corners of his eyes and moved him to gratitude and tender devotion. oh, what he'd do for him. he'd climb out of hell. he'd travel across time, and space. he'd leave everything he knew behind.
my heart. every damn time, his heart swelled in response. ]
We might need to wash.
[ but he says it through a grin that doesn't mind waiting a bit. they'd have to help each other to the bathroom, both braceless. the bedsheets might as well be used as towels. ]
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Humming happiness as fingers card through his hair, he imagines the angles it must be sticking up at now after so much thrashing against the pillows. He can feel Jayce slip from him, shivering at the cold emptiness that replaces the contented peace he'd felt a moment ago. When he notices the somber expression on Jayce's features, he kisses the corner of his eye, the bridge of his nose, the bow of his lips. ]
Only ever me. [ He'd fight to keep Jayce, perhaps even if his love ever found a day he didn't want Viktor to.
Whining at the thought of getting up for any reason, even bathing, Viktor scoots closer in protest. He can feel the come dripping out of him, making a mess of his thighs and the blanket beneath, but he can't find a part of him that cares. Instead, he reaches a hand down between his legs, pushing fingertips through the mess, then lifting it to his lips. There's a kittenish lick of tongue before he sucks two fingers into his mouth, moaning at the musky taste of Jayce. ]
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but the next act— now, that makes jayce's eyes widen, his hue burn darker and his teeth flash, knocking his forehead into viktor's and making a gentle grab for his wrist. not that he's actually pulling it away from his mouth or anything, because, ]
Easy, Viktor, [ he playfully warns, but his eyes keep darting excessively to viktor's lips, his ears carefully tuned to the rumbled hums, and he hushes low, by his cheek and ticking his face with his beard: ] I might just take you again.
[ he's no young buck, but— viktor shouldn't take his chances. or maybe he should. jayce, despite his warn disposition, seems to enjoy the provocation enough to reach for viktor's ass and pull their hips into a bridging touch, carressing his toes against his legs and cuddling his face. ]
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Chuckling at the reaction, he wonders if maybe Jayce will make him stop before he's sucked the fingers clean. When he doesn't, Viktor lets them go with a wet pop and licks his lips. The tickle of Jayce's beard makes him laugh, the sound a little brighter than his sultry flirting tones, and he nuzzles against it to feel more of the scratch than ghostly whispers. ]
You say that as if I should fear it. [ His hand, now clean, comes to rest on the swell of Jayce's hip as they gather closer together. ] Really, I will take you as many times as you please.
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I have the impression that, [ despite this sly flirting, it also manages to feel sweet, make a bed in his chest that he could sleep in close to his heart. you know— two can definitely play. jayce's hand, at least one of them, was sticky and seedy with viktor's release. he raises the side of his hand up to his lips, and purposely rolls his tongue flat against it from his wrist to his pinky. ] You're challenging me.
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It's not a challenge. [ Challenges are made with the intention of getting an opponent to back down, or to better them—this is about the two of them together, testing boundaries and limits. ] Think of it more like a hypothesis.
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