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[ 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?

[ Oh— jayce feels his stomach drop like leaping over cross rails on horseback would cause. his eyes go owlishly wide and as he feels the pressure being pinned to his wrist, his smile goes absolutely sloppy fir viktor, some of his bangs falling over his brow and beyond. not an ounce of regret in him as he feels such long, slender fingers constrict around bone (and should he consider— acting out of line a little more, just to see what viktor would do? oh he is a depraved little monster, like this). ]

Th-that was the truth, Love, [ his torso wiggles under the compact casing of viktor's weight over his stomach, and the pressure it causes on his cock. jayce swallows tight to add, in a match of absolute freak between the two: ] I'm getting what I want. This, [ the restraint, the freedom and the command he could have over him is blindingly racy. his pelvis contracts beneath viktor, angles but dispairs eagerly under the seductive weight of restriction, his voice a cracking mirror of his feelings and greed for even more lechery, soft and breathless and at viktor's heel. ] suits you.

[ Viktor quirks an eyebrow up at the shifting body beneath him and lets his weight sink down more firmly. He's not worried about hurting Jayce, not when he's much lighter than him and far from touching his left leg, but holding back some does give him leverage to add more later. He'll have to be careful with his own leg, too, and make sure that he saves up enough energy to take any possibly strain that will come later. ]

Naughty. [ There's no hiding his smile, though, because he knows that the point of this is that Jayce wants it, he wants to give control up to Viktor, wants to be pinned in place, wants to be treated a little rough. Beneath it all is the fact that, if Jayce says so, Viktor will stop in a heartbeat and tend to his lover with all the care and affection in the world. ] Then I guess it's alright to focus on what I want now.

Stay. [ He speaks the command plainly with a squeeze of his hands around both of Jayce's wrists, then lets go. There's a pause where he waits to see if he'll move, testing his obedience with a patient smirk. Once he's confident that Jayce isn't moving—for now—he drags his fingertips along the lines of muscles covering Jayce's arms and then scratches his nails through the hair on his chest. With a new leverage point, Viktor leans his weight forward onto his hands where they splay across Jayce's chest as his body slides lower, hips lifting with care to avoid touching his cock at all. ] Hmm, it suits me? Tell me why.

[ naughty. hehe. jayce's smirk looks a touch artful. yes, perhaps he was! a bit of a freak, but he's found one person to match it effortlessly and he wouldn't have it any other way.

the single syllable of a command flicks a switch in jayce, and just as viktor has asked— jayce's wrist seems pinned to where it was, invisibly bound. the fun and excitement begins when two beasts in him fight with achy need, one to move and the other to listen. only one of them gets a reward good enough that it makes his mouth water (although the possibility of falling out of line once or twice thrills him too. but he'll wait). the delightful turmoil is spelled in how jayce's arms tremble in place as viktor explores him from muscle to muscle, lowers—

his abdomen tightens, he pulls a raspy breath into his lungs and his frame threatens to bow where viktor's weight doesn't sit. oh, his cock. it quivers at the sight of his beloved above him, deliciously teasing him, and with his neck curved to take in this viewpoint, he snaps his head back onto the mattress with a hah, a squeeze of his eyes needed to fight off the daze to watch viktor where he was endlessly. he is suffering in the best way he could dream of, self inflicting and utterly rich. ]

You're brilliant, for starters. Always thinking ahead, always . . . Precise— [ jayce could feel his eyes beginning to flutter, or at least want to— he forces his focus back, and leads his gaze to viktor so he could bear his sincerity to him. ] You don't force a thing when you take control, Viktor. You—

[ his vulnerability bleeds, just as he gasps— wishes to touch him and shakes beneath him when he denies himself the act. ]

You make me feel safe the whole time. Like, y-you know, what, ah—

[ there is more, but jayce is getting a bit breathless, a bit swimmy, in the brain. and that's where his lips curl too much, he tilts his head back, and he whispers between a breathless laugh: ]

Fuck.

[ Keeping eye contact the whole time he moves lower means that it's easy to tell that Jayce is struggling to keep his gaze on Viktor. He pauses and straightens up, shedding his mask easily as he reaches for a pillow and then positions it near Jayce's head. ] Up. [ He knows he'll be obeyed, and when he is, he tucks the pillow into place to help ease the strain on Jayce's neck and, more importantly, keep his pretty eyes on Viktor.

That handled, he sinks back to his original position, hovering above Jayce where he can lean in to kiss the center of his chest. The praise settles on his skin like a chilling morning dew, making him shiver even as a blush creeps up his neck and to his ears. Jayce is brilliant, too, it's one of the reasons they get along so well together beyond the romantic and sexual attraction. ]

Like I know what? [ He lays down while he waits for the answer, stomach pressing against Jayce's cock and pinning it in place. His own hips rest against the bed between Jayce's spread legs, and he rests his chin on one of the pillows of Jayce's pectoral muscles. ] I want to hear your voice, love.

[ jayce's sensitivity reacts, jolting his frame for the briefest of moments as he yelps at his cock being squeezed between them. any type of friction now would mean a leak, espexially by the way it pulses under viktor's belly every so often. ah . . . he's so done for. being cared for, despite the power play at hand is exactly jayce's point. his brows pinch in that way it does before he says i love you, whether it be those exact words or others, when he wants to express his heart to viktor. with his head now propped up by a pillow, he looks to viktor's mouth, ravenously, before finding his eyes again. he's so damn beautiful splayed across him and he's not allowed to touch! ]

L-like you know— what I need, before I say it. You take the reins in— such a caring way, that . . .

[ jayce is subtly shivering from head to toe. a mess before viktor has truly done something. the pretty blush on his face is taking him out. ]

It's— It's not about power, with you— It's about you understanding me. In a way— no one can.

[ he's going to burst into a million pieces. he's going to see the stars and yet he's so farreom that, even though he's looking at a climax through a foggy glass door. ]

That's why, I trust you, and why you're more than suited, for this.

[ Viktor can feel the way he shakes and wonders if it's from being so sensitive, the effort it takes not to move, or both. It's delicious to watch, and also to be so understood, so known by someone he cares for so deeply. Even if it does feel a little bit like a power trip to tell Jayce what to do and be obeyed, that's not the reason he'd been so quick to do this for Jayce—it's because he wants to please his lover. ]

So you've never done this before? [ He shifts so he can press a wet, open mouthed kiss to one of Jayce's nipples. ] Never let someone take control? [ His other hand moves to brush the pad of his thumb across the other nipple, slow and thoughtful. Now, he's curious how long it will take for Jayce to struggle with complete sentences. ]

[ jayce starts to arch beautifully— the tremors and jolts persist, and his fingers ball into a tight, disorderly fist of fingers curling at uneven times. oh, his torso wiggles, elevating just a touch into viktor's direction as if inviting him to swallow him whole, a tight moan pushed past his teeth. ]

Oh-o—only ever thought about it, or dreamed . . . [ those long nights where he'd explore his thoughts and what he enjoyed with viktor in mind, maybe based on a little something he did prior that day or another. ] saving it, ah— for you.

[ his legs squirm and kick about, toes cheating when they find viktor's shins and giving them a gentle caress up and down amidst his ongoing shivering. it balms his want, but only barely. oh, he gasps again, with the rise and fall of his chest quickening. ]

[ Jayce's body arching up beneath him, lifting him as well, makes Viktor's chest swell with adoration. His partner is so strong and beautiful, a lion ready to pounce, yet he freely gives control to Viktor despite there being no reason to other than desire. It's further proof of love and trust and that Viktor doesn't need to have the physicality to demand respect or obedience—both are freely and lovingly given.

Dragging his tongue against one nipple, his fingers absentmindedly play with the other, rolling it between his thumb and finger. With the way Jayce is reacting beneath him, he can't help but wonder if he's sensitive enough to come from simple touches and pressure against his cock. ] Tell me about one of those dreams.

[ He feels Jayce's toes against him and goes still, even slowing his breathing to minimize the effects his moving chest might have on Jayce's trapped length. ] I told you to stay put. Do I need to leave you to calm down, Jayce?

[ jayce's own breathing catches quick like a knot balled in his throat, and his stomach drops. it shouldn't, there's no real danger in this, but the danger of losing his love's sweet weight is very real in the moment, somewhere his brain has rewired to feel an intoxicating pleasure from viktor's firm admonition as much his trek being on thin ice. that thrill.

jayce's foot disengages from all his guilty activities in slow resignation, swallowing so tight it clicks down his throat going dry. ]

N-no, Viktor.

[ jayce focuses on the earlier instructions, now, as he waits for his misdemeanor to simmer down. oh, it all felt so good. so, so, so good. viktor was careful, intense— everything he had said he was. ]

One of them, you'd tell me to, to not move, or touch, and you'd . . . sink onto me. Squeeze my neck, when I'd— move an inch, until— until I begged. You'd make me beg.

[ and it makes him so painfully hard, he could feel a wave of tingles rise from his groin up his shaft, and into a hot, hot pool filling him up— his thighs contract, quiver together, keeping put. he thinks he remembers something— it is viktor's essence, but not viktor's body, latching slender, cool legs around him, choking his jugular. the memory comes muddy; flashes, holes burned through them.

he remembers fighting himself to resist a temptation so foul until the very last second. he can't recall the rest. only that it is making his breathing escalate wildly, and his eyes burn with an unmatched intensity— finding that viktor's gaze is what grounds him. mixed with desire, this pleasure, this restraint—

he wanted it. ]

[ The reply isn't enough; Viktor waits for Jayce to truly go back to being as still as he can, feet moving away and his breathing slowing the tiniest bit. When he's returned to a fairly neutral position—Viktor isn't cruel enough to punish him for the way his body moves automatically, the little hitches of breath and tightening of his muscles that shifts him beneath Viktor's body—he melts back into him. ]

Good boy, Jayce. [ His words puff hot air across the nipple slick with his saliva, and as if to reward Jayce, he covers it with his mouth and sinks his teeth into the surrounding skin.

Humming at the scenario Jayce's mind teased him with before they were lovers, Jayce pulls away with a quick tug of the nipple between his teeth. ] I love that you want me inside you. Did you like my hand on your neck?

[ He has a flash of vague memory as if he's done it before, but the images are too hazy and he almost doesn't recognize his own body though the perspective is through his own eyes. Strange, but he doesn't chase after the thought now—he can revisit it later when his focus isn't on the Jayce in front of him. ]

Oh, ff—!

[ his curse merges all too well with a cry, a raspy and unrefined garble of audible breaths that moan with each intake, each blistering sting teeth left behind around hardened nipples and a comforting gloss of spit to balm it. oh, the charge those words had on him, electrifying his surface and driving jayce to writhe without swinging his limbs. his knees nearly bend up, halfway into a kick that he strangles into the commanded standstill, all of which melt them into an open splay like butterfly wings.

he loved to fuck him just as much as the idea of getting fucked by him. jayce's eyes swim as he fights to keep a locked, focused gaze, feeling his cock leak dribbles upon his belly and whining, so breathlessly as it did. viktor is so sweltering, sensuous— his hunger for him was imploding into a black hole. ]

Y-yes, Lord, yes, [ he considers, upon his dry, jittery lips, ] would you?

[ Viktor lets him squirm without reprimand, proud of the way his hands stay where they've been pinned and his legs only move to make more room. He's obviously trying hard to listen, both to please Viktor and because he like to obey, the lusty pleasure of it all written on his face. Jayce's voice is beautiful in how little Viktor has to do to hear it moan, going hoarse from how hard he's pulling in breath.

Tutting his tongue gently, he pinches the other nipple and pulls on it almost thoughtfully. He's not sure if Jayce is swearing to god or to himself, but he can't help joking either way. ] Didn't I tell you? I'm not your lord, I'm just a man.

[ He plants both hands on Jayce's chest again and pushes himself up, taking care not to give too much friction between their bodies—he might like to play, but there's no reason to be outright cruel. ] I'm going to ride you now, Jayce. And you're not going to come until I tell you.

[ hot, scalding, sensual and funny? jayce can be heard huffing breaths of laughter through the tight clench of his jaws, tossing his head to the side and getting his hair to fall upon his eyes. he scored so big. he's so in love with this man. viktor's combination of pinch, voiced intentions and directive send a toe curling shiver up his spine and springs his cock behind his love, imploring his entry back into ecstacy. he had no choice but to last, feeling a spectacular swell of flickering within his core, tickling and scalding him with devoted, wanton heat.

he nods, wordlessly, preparing his already sharp breathing to calm, slow, holding it within his lungs before whisping out his exhales through the nose when his cells begged for it. if he wanted to last at all, he was to calm down. for viktor, anything. ]

Can I buck under my rider?

[ the cheeky flash of his teeth sends his humor back to him. ]

[ Rocking his hips back just until he can feel the press of Jayce's cock against the swell of his ass, Viktor stills. The look on his partner's face is one of freedom despite the circumstances, a stallion set loose in a field and running wild even though there were fences in the distance. It's incredible to think that being given rules is enough to have Jayce blushing, so hungry to obey—or maybe disobey, depending on what the punishment could be. ]

I'll tame you if you try. [ He smiles down at him, leaning over to claim a kiss as he lifts his hips up from their seat. He shifts back on his knees until he feels the head of Jayce's cock press hot and wet against his entrance, shivering at the reminder of being fucked raw not so long ago. Reaching back with one hand, he pushes the tip inside of himself as he straightens up, other hand propping him up against Jayce's chest. He bites back a moan at the feeling of slowly being filled again, head hanging and hair falling into his face while he pauses to catch his breath. ]

[ jayce's fingers sink into the sheets and wrinkles the fabric in tightly bunched fists as viktor begins his easy descent. oh, jayce starts, his whimpers a high pitched hymn that follows his lover's plunge and compliments his focused murmurs. he wants to kiss the kink in his brows, wants to comb his falling hair behind his ears. by the time viktor has taken his entirety, down to the base where ass and pelvis join, jayce has arched with every inch in, his vision swimming blind in the intense burn coming from the molten ball of pressure within him.

there are times where his eyes unfocus even if he stares ahead, at his love. the view he has strains, his eyes threaten to roll, and the worst of his shivering begins right where viktor sits, the inner slab of his thighs a tremulous wreck under him. ]

Oh— Oh, God. My— [ he can't burst. he won't. viktor will choose the pacing until jayce cannot bare anymore, but he hushes in his writhing ecstacy to hush, huffing his name in the breaths he attempts to control. ] My Viktor.

[ Viktor sinks down inch by inch, slow and steady for both of their sakes. He doesn't want to be unnecessarily cruel to Jayce by making it purposefully difficult for him to obey the command not to come without permission. He also wants to savor the feeling of being the one to do this, fucking himself down on his lover's cock and the free will of it all.

When he's finally reached the base of Jayce's cock, he takes in a shaky breath before truly seating himself down and letting gravity push them impossibly close. It sends shivers of pleasure sparking through him, little pinpricks of delight as his head falls backwards and he pants stuttered breaths towards the ceiling. ]

Oh fuck. [ His thighs clench on either side of Jayce's hips as Viktor fights to ground himself. He's not going to last much longer at this rate and he wants to draw it out as long as possible. His partner's hoarse voice straining around his name doesn't help. ] So good, my good Jayce.

[ it is impossibly difficult to stay put for long; jayce feels like a leaf hanging onto a branch, for dear life as the wind picks up and thrashes him about. his face lives entirely flushed red over bronze and his cock throbs within the walls of viktor's straddle, overtaken by the worst of his heated pleasure and the rush of discovery in his sights, that he begs, garbles his words and moans until there's barely a difference between the sounds. he nearly bucks, he's being driven up the walls, loving every torturing moment of it despite his pleas: ]

I want to touch you, I, Oh— Viktor, I want to fuck you, please let me move, My Love—

[ the sweat that gathers on his temples slicks his hair against the sides, sticks them on his skin, leaving jayce's mouth parted to heave— so much for calm. he's going so, so, so crazy for the man on him. it's in his fiery eyes, in the drool that dribbles from his bitten lower lip and puffed when he uses everything he's got to bind himself to the sheets he's pulling. ]

[ Jayce's voice is so fucked out already, raw with the need that devours them both. He doesn't think he's imagining the way that Jayce's body practically vibrates with the need to move, to touch, to connect further than they already are. Viktor wants it, too, but he also wants to make good on his promise to play this game for Jayce after he'd been so honest about his desires.

Swallowing thickly, he digs for the last bit of his composure as he leans over and fits his hand around Jayce's throat, the pressure nothing more than fingers resting against skin, but the threat of a squeeze beneath the surface. ]

Beg for it.

[ jayce flattens his lips and sucks them into his mouth, the seal only causing his nostrils to flare with each breath inhaled, exhaled— wild, like a bull too pinned to thrash, like a mustang contained within a crush. he cannot break, now, he cannot buck— not when he is so close to a reward that feels as vital as the peak of qn orgasm, even though reality may make it only the starting point to reach that peak.

slender fingers coil around his jugular and sit to strike like a serphent. jayce must close his eyes for a moment— it is a slow blink, a recovery from his eyes actually rolling back. viktor has no idea, or perhaps now he does, of what this does to him. to become living proof of a fantasy that no longer had to remain a secret. it was real. he hoped to god viktor would choke him. hoped to every god out there that he would praise his ears and aching dick within viktor's depths.

even his words come out trembled, his eyes upon viktor's like two great suns stalking their moon's orbit. ]

I beg of you, Love.

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