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[ 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: ]

You've . . . Ruined me.

[ it feels so good to be ruined. ]

[ 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.

[ it's salty, milky, a tang of sweet at the end of the very edge of viktor's taste, and to have their stares come together right there, a snag of his wrist and eyes that made him only briefly suck off his wrist— jayce goes straight for viktor's fingers.

after something as hot as calling this a hypothesis, not bending and breaking apart for him would be criminal. jayce looks positively lovestruck, almost forgetting to speak as his lips part and nothing comes. the whisp of a breathless chuckle comes radiating from his chest, and jayce looks like he could pounce in the way he bites his lip and pinches his brows. the fireworks were going off. ]

Then, [ jayce hikes viktor into him, leaving little to nothing of space between the curves their bodies contrasted, discarding his care where his sloppy hand was concerned and coming to terms with the fact that they will actually bathe when they decide it's time. ] we should test that theory.

[ he has to kiss him, squeezing his hands against wild locks of hair and sharp cheekbones, breathing in between the smacks of his lips (and on subtle little prod of his awakening erection against the slick of their legs): ]

I need to marry you.

[ that was so arousing. viktor's mind was brilliant. ]

[ Jayce is cute, a puppy eager to lick and kiss and give in to the heat of the moment. It makes Viktor curious how far he'd go to obey, but that's something to test another night, a hypothesis for a time when he's not totally enraptured with his love, his partner, his fiancé. Even if they're absolutely filthy and getting ready for more, they're making love tonight since it's their first time together, exploring each other's bodies and figuring out how they fit together. Not that it takes much effort, when it's as easy as breathing to touch Jayce and be touched by him. ]

Well, then, we should posit a number. [ He grins as Jayce drags him closer, leg thrown over his hip and the heel of his foot digging into the meat of his partner's ass. ] If we're establishing a baseline together, we should know the number of rounds we think we can last. Are we counting coming dry as an acceptable result?

[ Kissing back eagerly, he smiles against Jayce's lips and chuckles when their teeth clash together. This is something he's always wanted, an intellectual partner as well as a physical one, someone he can quip with and not be called cold or calloused. ]

And I you, love. We'll set the date in the morning.

[ he keeps talking and moving his mouth and spouting ingenious things and jayce fights the urge to attack him with another shower of passion with how much he's entranced by him. instead, jayce listens, fondling his partner's body as he does his, the bottom of his ass getting hitched from the middle his thigh and raising it to rest on his waist. ]

That's a must if we want high estimates. [ or else a second, at most a third full ejaculation would be enough for his body to ask for rest. jayce looks at viktor with probing, smothering eyes intent on calculating (and fantasizing) about how many times he could get him to detonate. if it's anything like their first, oh, my god. he can't wait to know every expanse of viktor's territory until where his started and jayce's began would seem muddy and interfused. ] Ten.

[ is his guess. ]

You should know it's considered poor practice to choose variables that will lead to the most positive outcome.

[ Grinning, Viktor's breath hitches as his lover fondles his ass and pulls him closer, cocks brushing together in sticky renewed interest. He feels younger than he has in years, a teenager full of erotic need and lusty desires, all because his soulmate had found him at last.

He raises an eyebrow at that estimate, lips quirking in a crooked smirk. ]

Ten each, or together? Does a round only count if we both get off?

You're making it hard to think.

[ a confession or an excuse? it hardly mattered when all that splayed between them were sugary simpers, brushing noses and dreamy indulgence. jayce's hand find the small of viktor's back, tracing symbols he knew by heart and soul up and down the line of his spine first with the brunt of his fingertips, tenderly caressing him, then gradually grazing blunt nails in the same directions— slow, harder and provocative. ]

Consolidate ten rounds each; twenty total. [ a beat, ] We'll count the first climax if there's any subsequent successes from one. [ one of jayce's hands snake down viktor's belly, inching toward his shaft to collect its weight and drag fingers from the base up. ] That way, we won't get tempted.

[ because it is a very enticing thought, to consider giving viktor orgasm after orgasm without one himself in between . . . greedy on another plane. ]

Or am I making you hard?

[ He arches his back into Jayce's hand, splitting his attention to see if he can recognize what he's writing into his skin. When it changes from the pad of his fingers to nails, a shiver crawls up from the base of his spine into Viktor's neck where he rolls his shoulders when it hits.

Humming as he listens to the conditions, he tucks all of the information into another part of his mind, one that can keep up these scientific observations even when Jayce's hand is teasing his cock and slowly begins to stoke the fire in him back to life. ]

Ten each. [ He agrees to it, as an estimate, but wonders if that really is possible. They aren't young men anymore—not that he'd known Jayce nor his sexual prowess in his younger years.

Leaning in to kiss Jayce, slow and languid, he keeps pushing to encourage him to roll onto his back so that Viktor can hover over him. He cards clean fingers through Jayce's hair and cups the side of his face, thumb scratching against the side of his beard where it covers his jaw. ] Do we stop counting when one of us passes out, or when the sun rises?

[ truth pokes at viktor quite shamelessly, or at least jayce makes sure of it, and being equally shameless in displaying his clever smirk for a clever tongue. he wants to eat him up for that, and surely has his chance when viktor slants to meet his lips. he goes straight for it like fish to bait, and is caught in muffled surprise when pushed onto his back. jayce allows himself to stay put, exposed now with his cock thriving against his belly, a rapacious thing waiting for more delights to fire up its disposition.

jayce was shooting quite high, in his head, and it was true that despite their fiery passion fueling and rendering them horny like the youth, they were middle aged men. no longer boys with energy for long nights used on their fun. jayce had a bed time, the horses had a schedule, and some of the hairs in his beard might even be close to greying.

he can turn a blind eye to that, for the sake of living the dream any soul would beg for. he had responsibility, too, now more than ever— and would work regardless of his rest. which means, he'll see to at least some rest for the both of them.

which also means: he's on a mission. ]

We'll save it for later, [ he utters, expressive in the raise of his brows and the chase he gives for viktor's face to lick at his lips, ask for his mouth again like a hungry begger. ] pick up where we left off.

[ Jayce rolls over like the good boy he is, and Viktor's hand smooths down from his shoulder where he'd pushed to trace the curve of a pectoral, the middle line of his stomach. Here and there he finds scars that he hadn't had the time (or perspective) to notice before, some of them darker than the surrounding skin while others are lighter. Jayce's body is a tapestry of the story of his life, and Viktor is eager to learn each thread and dye.

Letting Jayce chase after a kiss for a moment before relenting and leaning closer, Viktor licks into his pleading mouth. The thought is humorous, considering it fails to meet the requirements for an actual experiment, but he's also aware that it's not a real scientific endeavor. The point is to be together, feel their deep connection in a new and addicting way, and know they have the freedom to pick up where they left off another time. ]

Very well, I'll go easy on you this time. [ He bites on Jayce's lower lip, tugging on it with grinning lips. ] But I will be revisiting this experiment in the future and expect cooperation from my lab partner.

[ jayce's breathing begins to pick up, a subtle change just like the flex his muscles bear to the elegant fingers exploring him. his abdomen clenches on the way down, the work of chips and scars from his labor and youth on display— cuts or burns from his first forge accidents, kicks he'd been lucky to have walked out of with a crack in his rib and a gash to his side. he even has a bite— from a stallion when he'd gotten too cocky as a boy, at the dip of his left bicep. the biggest scar of all, is of course, his leg; the tale of a compound fracture disfigured from tissue loss and infection, and if one were take in the detail— it's not perfectly aligned. ]

D-deal, [ he breathes, a little— no, plenty distracted, curving his back into a neat bow for touch and dragging his words with the same drag of his lips. jayce sounds the first shodt, quipped moan— he did like to get bitten, and the stir of his cock speaks volumes. ] you can even— D-do someonething personal . . .

[ oh, you know.

on him 😏 ]

[ Another night, or perhaps during a lazy morning if Jayce ever allows himself one, Viktor will trace every scar and learn their stories. He wants to become as familiar with Jayce's imperfections as he is his perfections, the beautiful and varied history of his life.

Right now, however, he teases by running his fingers through the dark hair at the base of Jayce's cock, knuckles brushing against the heated flesh but straying to one side to continue over to his hip. ]

Something personal? [ Viktor raises an eyebrow, finding it so endearing that Jayce can find it in himself to be shy at a moment like this, naked and laid out on his bed, dick still wet from being inside of Viktor minutes earlier.

Ducking his head down towards Jayce's ear, he nips at the lobe and then breathes hot words against the shell. ] You can be more specific than that, Jayce. What do you want me to do?

[ it is one of the few things that makes him weak, that brings his sheepishness to a light when he'd exposed everything else about himself. this thing was the most intimate part about jayce, more than his scars or his vibrant love that he'd happily disclose.

he'd keep this locked in a chest if it weren't for viktor to seduce him. the rise and fall of jayce's bust increases in depth; the sweet murmur in his ears sends a shiver through his entire frame like a bow would snap from pressure.

be specific. oh, lord. somehow, his palms felt sweaty, and no amount of flexing his fingers would make the tingling cool off. ]

—Experiment on me. Whatever you'd want. I'd . . . Want you to have control.

[ it feels like release to say so himself. a jitter of anticipation in his muscles and a flutter of his eyelids mark the rush of excitement it gives him. ]

Over me.

[ Even though it had been hinted at before, hearing it so plainly sends a shiver through Viktor's body. He can't deny how delicious the idea is, that someone bigger and stronger than him would submit to his commands. Would Jayce hold still if he was told not to touch? Would he be able to stop himself from coming if Viktor told him to wait.

There are so many possibilities, and after the way Jayce had made such sweet, passionate love to him earlier, he has definitely earned a treat. ]

Good boy. [ It's mouthed against the side of his neck just before Viktor sinks his teeth in, not hard enough to break the skin but just barely. He wants to leave his own mark on Jayce, and now he has the perfect excuse to.

Sucking on the skin, worrying flesh between sharp teeth, he lets go once he knows that the spot will bruise. He straightens up and, leg rested enough for now, swings it over Jayce's hips to straddle his stomach just above his cock. Viktor will get to that later—for now, he looks down at Jayce from the new perspective. ]

You're so beautiful, Jayce.

[ oh, god, here we go. good boy. ah, jayce gasps, his cock twitching under the spell viktor casts. why does he love that so much— it worked just as well as a song of flattery to jayce, intoxicating himself with the pleasure of this dynamic as easily as taking a swing of strong whiskey would make him tipsy. jayce's mouth hangs apart and huffs out quiet sighs of happiness, cupping viktor's neck and sinking his fingers into his hair as he sucks on him, leaves a beautiful mark in his tantalyzing wake.

jayce squirms depending on the swirl of hot tongue to skin, how it tingles his flesh and gives him goosebumps behind his neck and up his arms. he'd never decimate viktor's neck somewhere publicly visible pre-wedding, that would mean scandal and quite likely his chance at being approved by the family. it's why his lovebites pepper viktor's thighs, his chest, anywhere that fabric could mask— but it wouldn't matter so much if he had to display his lover's devilish affections. there would be talk, but . . . he could care less right now. his house was small and humble, hardly in the spotlight. plus, he liked the dangerous idea of people knowing, liked the prospect of silent gossip that jayce talis was loved and taken. especially known by the female staff who don't leave him be.

seeing viktor mount him is an entirely new view. if he could have little hearts dancing within his pupils, he would, but instead they eclipse the hazel-golden color in a show of his excitement, the flush rushing to his face like floodwater. it reminds him of their first shared kiss within the walls of the tack room, sitting on his chair and viktor mounting side saddle. it is a memory that he could now paint in color, one that brings boyish, lopsided grin and displays his endearing tooth gap in the midst of the rise and fall of his chest.

he wants to make a grab for him, sliding both massive hands to viktor's knees and up the slender meat of his thighs, his touch always a rising, heavy knead of fingers. ]

I'm glad— a man so stunning thinks so.

[ you could hear the little "heh" he sighs out. charmer. ]

[ The gossip is half the reason Viktor is so keen to leave his mark on Jayce. It may not be as plain as his name, but it was proof that someone had claimed him mine and silently warned hands off. The female staff would whisper behind their hands, asking one another if they were the lucky girl—none of them could imagine that the young master of the house not only gave Jayce that mark. If talk reached his parents' ears, there would be no consequences other than perhaps his mother commenting that it was hardly a surprise and his father might comment that as long as he remained professional, what did it matter? How could either of them know that their son had caused the bruise after Jayce fucked him on the night of there engagement?

Humming as Jayce's hands smooth up his body, Viktor reaches for both of them and peels them away so he can lace their fingers together. He leans forward, bringing their hands with him, and pins them to the bed on either side of Jayce's head. His grip changes from between Jayce's fingers to wrapped around each wrist, leaning his weight against them and looking down at his lover from above. ]

Are you trying to flatter me, Jayce? Do you think it will get you what you want any faster?

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