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[ 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.

[ Love. It settles onto Viktor's skin like a physical thing, making goosebumps rise and prickle his heated flesh. Jayce says it so easily, true as any fact of the world, a constant as much as gravity. He smiles, a soft and genuine thing, no hint of the commanding presence he'd had a moment before. Reaching for one of Jayce's hands, he begins to rock his hips steadily while he drags Jayce's palm to splay across his stomach. ]

You can touch here. [ He covers the back of Jayce's hand and pushes it against his stomach, breath hitching when it tightens him around the length speared through him. He wants Jayce to feel himself moving inside of Viktor, wants to share some of the sinful heat with him.

Letting go and pausing to make sure Jayce doesn't drop his hand, he takes the second one to lift to his face and nuzzles his cheek against the palm before turning to kiss the heel of Jayce's hand. ] And here, above the shoulder.

[ He moves his hand to rest loosely around Jayce's wrist as his grip tightens on his throat right as he circles his hips, lifts off an inch, and then sits back down. ] Only your hands move.

[ with each guided touch comes a sensibilized puff from jayce over the symphony of his moans in steady beats to the shove of his cock within viktor. he does not dare take for granted what is being offered to him, his fingers giving desperate, pawing fondles at viktor's abdomen and face. his index and middle finger slot under viktor's earlobe and he may or may not be tugged down, with every rise and fall on his cock, to come closer to his face. it makes him feral, that he is without his kisses, or his breaths hot against his cheek, or his lips for him to chase, bite and keep the snagged between his teeth— he's wished for everything those lips gave him.

when the bloodflow to his brain is resticted, jayce's back cranes like a slope to expose the soft meat of his neck— and accidentally raises his hips to meet viktor's submergence. he doesn't think, only feels, growing greedy and starved for his partner to the delectable point of jayce slipping from control. ]

Fuck—

[ Viktor begins to lean over as Jayce pulls at him, willing to indulge because he's being so obedient. Part of him is so desperate to kiss, to get close again, to stop playing at being so aloof. There's a decadent pleasure to the game, and he's enjoying it beyond just indulging in his partner's desires, but he's also getting a little touch starved as his impending orgasm clouds his mind.

Halfway bent over, a startle moan gets force out of him when Jayce bucks up into him. Shivering and tightening the hand around his throat, he lifts off completely and bites back a sob as Jayce's cock leave him with a slick sound. ]

I didn't say you could fuck me.

[ jayce gasps, the vibration of his startled whine against the clasp of beautifully long, prevailing fingers snagging his throat and cutting off some air, so loud it pierces the night. coupled by the way viktor's face is painted by the dance of their candlelight and the courting shadows, it all sends him into a full dither. he's not climaxing— god, of course not. viktor had to tell him it was okay to, but . . . emotionally, mentally, he might as well be at his summit. jayce's hands squeeze where they've settled before, to pry for his love's sweet return and missing, dearly, the heat of his welcome. every breath is a sweet whimper for him. jayce talis is fucking depraved. ]

I'm— I'm sorry, Viktor— please— [ his legs spread, knees falling to either side of him as he purposely smooths the angle of his hips, ass against the sheets and nowhere rising. god, and viktor— the stern look on his face makes jayce chase stars and his unsheathed cock bob with sleek arousal. it ripples an unmatched elation in his gut, a wallop in his heart that twitches the corner of his lips upward in a foul smirk. ] You'll need— to tame me.

[ the bastard is not the least bit sorry for what he gets. a punishment worth the world. this is bliss. ]

[ Stillness overtakes Viktor as he focuses all his strength on controlling his pleasure and willing himself not to cave to Jayce so easily. It would be so easy for him to roll over and let his partner fuck them to completion, the joy of connecting again and being wrapped in each other's arms. But Jayce issues a challenge, and after he had made such passionate, perfect love to Viktor, he owes it to his partner to see this through and give him the fantasy he'd been vulnerable enough to share in the first place.

Viktor would do anything for Jayce Talis, build or destroy for him, and the least of it is pushing the meat of his palm down on his throat. He knows human anatomy well enough to be aware of where to press to constrict air or blood flow without risking lasting damage, just enough to thrill Jayce with the sensation of being deprived of vital sustenance. ]

Such a wanton creature. [ It's said with obvious affection, honey dripping from each word to contrast the venom in his fingertips that dig into the pulse point at Jayce's neck. ] How should I tame a stallion who craves his punishment?

[ Lips curling into a smirk to mirror his lover's, Viktor moves the hand that had steadied him against Jayce's chest and wraps slender fingers around his own cock. He gives a few slow strokes, humming as his hips twitch against Jayce's stomach. This isn't how he wants to finish, but the threat of it might be motivating enough. ] Maybe I'll just have to put you away wet tonight.

[ for a split moment, jayce's sly smile drops like an anchor out at sea. he straightens out, notices his own hesitation and the way he oozes right back into decency before viktor— touching himself, teasing him with icy threats that felt palpable and playing with the strings that tugged at his pleasure points. jayce attempts to swallow tight and cannot, the conjunction making his whimpering come in sputtering bouts, hushed and beading precum at the slot of his horribly provoked cock. that in itself brings a nervous little curve, with far less bite but amused, pleased, even, with how viktor had managed to make his heart nearly stop and restart. ]

That— is, cruel.

[ he obeys his love, but not without a short loss of focus in his pretty eyes— ]

[ He feels the struggle to swallow beneath his hand and the glazed look in Jayce's eyes and eases off the pressure of his hand. It's still tightly in place, but the fingers press harmlessly into the sides while the palm gives plenty of room to breathe, to swallow, to speak.

Humming like he's thinking about whether or not it would be cruel, knowing that it is, tremendously, for both of them, he levels his gaze down at Jayce. His hand moves away from his cock to smear precome over Jayce's stomach, pressing it into his skin. ]

If I ride you, you'll behave? No more bucking?

[ the release is the most exquisite of rushes, a high that makes jayce's drool dribble off the corner of his mouth and spurs his breathing to catch up to safety. proof of his paradise was his cock's consistency and oozing despite tactile negligence. jayce's words confides reverence and invokes is dedication, wrapped in a blanket of true armour in this little shrine he's built for viktor's worship. the look in his foggy eyes say everything that needs to be said.

he loves him, he loves him, god he loves him. he wants to be ridden and see viktor sway and bounce on him until he sets him free to fuck him into these soiled sheets. jayce's palm cups viktor's neck, and thumbs his chin with affections. ]

I promise you, Beloved.

[ The term of endearment settles into his skin like a physical touch, so sweet and pure compared to the debauchery they're partaking in. He wants to dive back into those warm waters and feel Jayce around him, to sink into his arms and breathe him in until their heartbeats synchronize. Soon, he promises himself, soon he'll release them both from this spell that he's weaving for his beloved, the sun he can only hope to catch some light from and reflect back. ]

Good boy, my pretty Jayce. [ He gives in just enough to allow himself to lean over and kiss those parted lips and run his tongue across that sweet little gap in his teeth. As he does, he uses the position to reach behind him for Jayce's cock and press it back into place, gasping hot into their kiss as the head pushes back inside. Moaning unbated as he straightens up and sinks back down, he wastes no time in circling his hips and beginning to push himself up and down the smallest, most torturous inch. ]

Touch me. [ He releases Jayce's neck completely to cover both of Jayce's hands, guiding one back to the side of his face and up into his hair while the other is pulled to rest on the crease of his hip. ]

[ jayce's tongue slides under viktor's as his kiss slots, pursing lips and parting his mouth for every wave they swam through, as his cock fills him to the brim with renewed vigor. jayce rolls his head when viktor rolls his hips, a shrill so syrupy slick dribbles from this throat in blind joy. it is not just the way he fucks himself upon him, which is heavenly, and it is not just the restraint he's bewitched him with to behave, it is also—

how enthralling he is from all the way down here. how he ondulates upon him, squeezes him, how his back curves to take him and how his beautiful mouth falls apart. jayce's ass clenches under their weight to keep his promise, to let viktor take as much or as little of him as fast or as slow as he wanted. his cock feels almost too squeezed around the tight flesh as he pulsates. he moans without filter, tips his chin up and wildly lets his hands loose where guided— where he is allowed. ]

Please—

[ viktor's scalp is the first to be grabbed, packing his hand with a handful of hair and blunt nails to scrape with. his hip is the second, squeezing and kneading, memorizing the rhythmic drops from viktor's riding, before he slides digits for his cock, in the thick heat of it. his question whines forth: . ]

Can I—?

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