[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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: . ]
[ Together they make a perfect symphony of skin hitting skin and moans dripping from open mouths. Viktor can't even imagine what anyone would think if they happened to walk past the cottage at this hour, the unholy noise creeping under the door and through the window panes. It's perfect, and it's theirs, and nothing else could make his ears ring with such sinful ecstasy.
Shifting higher on his knees, he begins to fuck himself in earnest, drawing away in long pulls and then thrusting himself back down on Jayce's cock. He can feel it deep inside of him, and now that he knows he's not going to be patient enough to last much longer, he angles his body to send each hit of the head right into that sweet spot deep inside of him. He cries out as Jayce sinks his fingers into his hair, turning his face towards it and how the free locks plaster to the sweaty skin of his temple and cheek. ]
Yes. [ He pants the answer, the permission, against the think skin of Jayce's wrist. His thighs are starting to shake with impending orgasm as much as they are under the weight of his thin frame, legs growing tired. ] Come with me.
[ viktor's noise hits different when his prostate is pleasured, a roiled crest of his gripe an exceedingly difficult tease to not chase after— but jayce waits. he waits until his thighs return to their quivering not because he's exhausted— but because he is at an anxious predisposition to bolt, buck and fuck viktor straight into eden.
his love loosens the reigns, sets him free— and right where he savors himself the most is where jayce's hands slide between his legs, squeeze the flesh of his legs and nearly meets his own encircling fingers when gripping to hold viktor's pelvis in suspension. ]
Fasten to me, [ he beckons with sugar coated urgency, dips viktor toward his chest where he may plank his hands, or his torso, whatever would help to steady his balance when jayce drives himself inside him. the single slam becomes a candenced pounding that his not exactly tender to love making— it is hard, animalistic fucking. lustful sex and wicked need that catered to the raw feeling they've endured for months on end that could split his partner open if there were no end.
jayce's brows permanently wrinkle at the bridge, his gaze a foggy, half lidded dive into a release so close. his jaws rub slack against viktor's shoulder to stiffle how loud his frantic whines (and slamming) have gotten, but neither would really be deafened. the height of his crying reaches its highest pitch after a growing chant of ohs and viktors embellish his home from the inside out.
hopefully no one was snooping around at this hour, indeed. ]
[ Viktor's hips twitch out of rhythm, trying to both chase the callused warmth of Jayce's hand on his cock and the slick wet heat filling him. He's a creature of greed, thirsty for every last drop of Jayce that he can get his mouth on, hungry for something he fears can never be fully satiated. This night may come close, but he'll never lose the appetite that's been awakened and could only hope to be satisfied by Jayce Talis.
Continuing to ride the throbbing cock inside of him, he looks down at Jayce with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Gone is the cool, detached facade he'd somehow managed to maintain for so long—all that remains is Viktor, laid bare for his partner to take. His hands cover all of him, thick fingers and wide palms and it feels like he has more than just two as they set his skin ablaze.
It doesn't take any more coaxing for him to drop down against Jayce's chest, his body feeling sluggish from exertion and pleasure and the weight of his want. He slides his arms around Jayce's ribs and up beneath his shoulders, fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase as he continues to move his hips. The first thrust up into him nearly knocks their heads together, the force of it scooting Viktor up before he feels himself get pushed back down. Manhandled, and he loves it, loves that he's driven Jayce to this point of carnal need.
Panting in time with the thrusts as they force the breath out of him and he sucks it back in with each slide out, he tucks his face against the crook of Jayce's neck and bites down. It's harder than he'd probably do it normally, but he's so lost in the heat of the moment, the pleasure they're sharing, that his canine teeth sink into the skin. He tastes iron and comes with a startled gasp, back bowing beneath Jayce's hands and come spilling into the crushing heat between their stomachs. ]
[ sharp pain shoots through jayce's shoulder that amounts to a raucous grunt, but somewhere along the assimilation of the deep bite there was a stinging expedition of how gratifying it felt. the final stroke. so closely intertwined for him, dolor and delight— it doesn't interrupt jayce. it propels him right over the edge they'd climbed together with crashing, mind-blowing impact.
jayce doesn't think, like the worst of his transgressions, and latches his jaws onto the dangerously glaring curve of viktor's collarbone that connected to the meat of his neck. jayce sinks his teeth and howls with the ecstacy of release, burying himself in to the hilt as he spurts a load within viktor that felt even more amassed than the first of the night. it sends his body into a tremored convulsion, blissed out and tense jaws going slack against the immediate bruise he's made, slavered and cardinal with the intense passion of his love.
a mass of sweat, heaving chests and thumping hearts, jayce feels the stickiness of viktor's seed spread between them, his own beginning to dribble from the tightness of their sex. the musk settles like mist and he could still not care less, embracing his love in hulking arms and ride out the fatigue of an amazing aftershock, his hips shivering inward and out in a sluggish drawl to pump out remaining juice still in him. ]
Oh . . . Oh, fuck. Oh . . .
[ he whispers into the plastered hair so close to viktor's ear, squeezes his nose into a recovering burrow and just breathes, stuck between quiet huffs and garbled i love yous in viktor's name. ]
[ Vision going white, a vignette of black creeping in around the edges, Viktor is pulled firmly back into his body as Jayce bites into him. It redoubles his pleasure, hips bucking between chasing the friction between them to milk his orgasm and the urge to push down impossibly farther on Jayce's cock to feel him as deeply as possible. He's a mess of sweat and come and blissful tears that leak from the corners of his eyes, and now he'll have his lover's teeth marks to wear proudly as a brand of their love. Viktor feels like the luckiest, most spoiled wanton creature on the planet.
Murmuring Jayce's name over and over again, his accent curling around the precious syllable and drawling out the vowel sound, he returns to the bite mark he'd left on Jayce's neck and runs a soothing tongue across it. ]
I love you. [ He laughs and then sighs, out of his mind from the pleasant aftershocks still twitching through his body. ] Fuck, I'm so in love with you.
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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. ]
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[ 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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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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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.
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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—
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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That— is, cruel.
[ he obeys his love, but not without a short loss of focus in his pretty eyes— ]
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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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Shifting higher on his knees, he begins to fuck himself in earnest, drawing away in long pulls and then thrusting himself back down on Jayce's cock. He can feel it deep inside of him, and now that he knows he's not going to be patient enough to last much longer, he angles his body to send each hit of the head right into that sweet spot deep inside of him. He cries out as Jayce sinks his fingers into his hair, turning his face towards it and how the free locks plaster to the sweaty skin of his temple and cheek. ]
Yes. [ He pants the answer, the permission, against the think skin of Jayce's wrist. His thighs are starting to shake with impending orgasm as much as they are under the weight of his thin frame, legs growing tired. ] Come with me.
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his love loosens the reigns, sets him free— and right where he savors himself the most is where jayce's hands slide between his legs, squeeze the flesh of his legs and nearly meets his own encircling fingers when gripping to hold viktor's pelvis in suspension. ]
Fasten to me, [ he beckons with sugar coated urgency, dips viktor toward his chest where he may plank his hands, or his torso, whatever would help to steady his balance when jayce drives himself inside him. the single slam becomes a candenced pounding that his not exactly tender to love making— it is hard, animalistic fucking. lustful sex and wicked need that catered to the raw feeling they've endured for months on end that could split his partner open if there were no end.
jayce's brows permanently wrinkle at the bridge, his gaze a foggy, half lidded dive into a release so close. his jaws rub slack against viktor's shoulder to stiffle how loud his frantic whines (and slamming) have gotten, but neither would really be deafened. the height of his crying reaches its highest pitch after a growing chant of ohs and viktors embellish his home from the inside out.
hopefully no one was snooping around at this hour, indeed. ]
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Continuing to ride the throbbing cock inside of him, he looks down at Jayce with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Gone is the cool, detached facade he'd somehow managed to maintain for so long—all that remains is Viktor, laid bare for his partner to take. His hands cover all of him, thick fingers and wide palms and it feels like he has more than just two as they set his skin ablaze.
It doesn't take any more coaxing for him to drop down against Jayce's chest, his body feeling sluggish from exertion and pleasure and the weight of his want. He slides his arms around Jayce's ribs and up beneath his shoulders, fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase as he continues to move his hips. The first thrust up into him nearly knocks their heads together, the force of it scooting Viktor up before he feels himself get pushed back down. Manhandled, and he loves it, loves that he's driven Jayce to this point of carnal need.
Panting in time with the thrusts as they force the breath out of him and he sucks it back in with each slide out, he tucks his face against the crook of Jayce's neck and bites down. It's harder than he'd probably do it normally, but he's so lost in the heat of the moment, the pleasure they're sharing, that his canine teeth sink into the skin. He tastes iron and comes with a startled gasp, back bowing beneath Jayce's hands and come spilling into the crushing heat between their stomachs. ]
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jayce doesn't think, like the worst of his transgressions, and latches his jaws onto the dangerously glaring curve of viktor's collarbone that connected to the meat of his neck. jayce sinks his teeth and howls with the ecstacy of release, burying himself in to the hilt as he spurts a load within viktor that felt even more amassed than the first of the night. it sends his body into a tremored convulsion, blissed out and tense jaws going slack against the immediate bruise he's made, slavered and cardinal with the intense passion of his love.
a mass of sweat, heaving chests and thumping hearts, jayce feels the stickiness of viktor's seed spread between them, his own beginning to dribble from the tightness of their sex. the musk settles like mist and he could still not care less, embracing his love in hulking arms and ride out the fatigue of an amazing aftershock, his hips shivering inward and out in a sluggish drawl to pump out remaining juice still in him. ]
Oh . . . Oh, fuck. Oh . . .
[ he whispers into the plastered hair so close to viktor's ear, squeezes his nose into a recovering burrow and just breathes, stuck between quiet huffs and garbled i love yous in viktor's name. ]
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Murmuring Jayce's name over and over again, his accent curling around the precious syllable and drawling out the vowel sound, he returns to the bite mark he'd left on Jayce's neck and runs a soothing tongue across it. ]
I love you. [ He laughs and then sighs, out of his mind from the pleasant aftershocks still twitching through his body. ] Fuck, I'm so in love with you.
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