[ 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.
[ said with a breathy laugh, spreading his smile wide. the rest of him is flagging, including his cock, but he's not entirely ready to move. now they really needed a wash, so if they could delay that next sequence, it was terribly alright with him. jayce could look into viktor's golden eyes for eons and still see galaxies in them, deciding to do just that whilst carding caked strands of brown away from his eyes, and this mouth! and his face, so he could kiss it— but jayce becomes distracted, especially by the color that tugs at his attention.
his blissful gaze takes a nosedive to concern when he sees the evident marks of his teeth on viktor's neck. even the gap was there, bright red and in a wide crescent. ]
Oh, no— [ his fingers touch, soothe— while his brows pinch for a completely different reason. his gut feels like ice at the realization that— that shouldn't have happened, but, shit it did and he was totally out of it. it's going to bruise like a punch. ] Fuck.
[ Viktor hums as he melts across his lover, legs falling to either side of him and arms wrapping around his neck. He wants to stay close, dreads the moment that Jayce will leave him empty, eager to burrow into this warmth and sleep for days. The weight of his lover's gaze is like a physical touch on him, and he looks up to meet it and get lost in the hazel depths. He wants to wear that color like a brand, like proof that he loves Jayce Talis and is loved by him.
He's so lost in thought that the change in Jayce's expression hits him hard, wondering what it could be that would jolt him out of this pleasant afterglow. Surely he wasn't having regrets, not after two glorious rounds. Had he forgotten something important? It's not until Viktor feels gentle fingers on his neck that he even thinks of the bite as something that might cause worry. ]
It's okay, it doesn't hurt. [ And by that, he means that it hurts the perfect amount in that way that will linger with him and remind him of all they've done tonight when he sees it in the mirror tomorrow. ] I wanted it.
[ jayce's lips spasm with soft amusement, and he sighs out, through the nose— of course he knows the feeling, he wears a mark now, too. a mirror of each other, in leg brace and now in lovebite. it is the kind of sweet, sweet ache to have as fine reminders of their first wild night, and jayce wouldn't want it differently. the pad of his thumb gently circles around the sore indents, knocking their heads together. he'd be fine, showing his. there'd be some gossip but nothing compromising to his "name" when he wasn't from a rich house and never would be. but . . . ]
[ The rough callus of Jayce's thumb makes Viktor shiver as it rubs over the bite, his neck craning in the opposite direction to expose the column of his neck like he's ready for more. He doesn't care about someone seeing it, would invite the interaction in fact—Viktor was wanted, had someone who hungered for him enough to bite, possessive enough to mark what was theirs. ]
You can't be serious. [ He's smiling as he says it, leaning up to kiss the worried knot of wrinkles between Jayce's thick brows. His partner is so sweet when he's concerned, but it's unnecessary. ] I'm older than the usual marrying age, I'm sure my parents will be thrilled to see there's hope for me yet.
[ it looks . . . a little inflamed and, if it's anything like his, delightfully sore. jayce sighs at being kissed, pressing his lips together and rubbing his hands over viktor's arms, over his back— and down to his legs, and feet. the kink in his brows is soothed a touch, but still giving him wrinkles he probably shouldn't have yet. ]
Even if it's me asking your hand?
[ he'd always . . . be a little worried about that. it's not his world, he can only watch how it was like from afar, so— of course he'd be worried about what essentially amounted to ruining viktor's life. he could lose everything if his family was cruel enough, and jayce wouldn't be able to provide the same amount of wealth. he could make just enough to survive and live humbly. and with family debts on the way towards payment, he can finally save.
[ Viktor basks in the touch of his beloved, stretching and bending to bring more skin within reach of those big hands. He could spend the rest of the night like this, slowly and patiently mapping each other's bodies, but he knows that a bath is probably in their future first.
Before anything else, though, is the concern and uncertainty still tugging at Jayce's lovely face. He continues peppering kissed across it, at the lines at the corners of his eyes and where his beard begins and the plump bow of his lips. ]
Jayce, my heart. [ He smooths his hands up to cup Jayce's face, brushing his thumb through his beard in loving strokes. There's no reason to reassure him of something that he doesn't know, variables like his parents' reactions that he can only guess at. He does believe that they'd be happy for him, and it wasn't as if Jayce were completely destitute nor a terrible match. Still, he can promise him one thing. ] Nothing will stop me from marrying you. I'll leave all of this behind to be with you if I have to.
[ jayce knows he's never had so much love lathed on him and never will again if he's apart from viktor. kisses, names, words and caresses fill him up with an overwhelming happiness. it's no wonder he has so many wrinkles at his age, with the amount of expression he bears no matter the moment: this time, his eyebrows curve for a different reason. rather than worry that scrunches them up, it is an awed flavor of loving disbelief. he doesn't even know what to say, his lips apart but no words upon them. ]
I . . . [ he hopes it doesn't come to that, but— jayce, still fumbling with his words, traces a line down viktor's prominent cheekbones, down to his chin, where he can rest his index and thumb between flesh. the gap closes, to be rewarded with a tight smile and wet eyes. to be so loved was a blessing. to be tangled in limbs and musks and the sweet, sticky result of that love was . . . beyond words. ] I swear to make you the happiest man that could exist.
[ Viktor has had so much love to give and never the right person to lavish it upon. He never considered himself romantic, nor even all that interested in love to begin with. Perhaps it was a subconscious awareness that he was waiting for his soulmate, that there was no use trying with anyone other than Jayce. How could another compare to the man he shared another life with? The one that made him see color and feel like starlight ran in his veins? At times, Viktor feels like he can't even begin to return the love he feels tenfold when he's with Jayce, wrapped up in his care and passion.
Smiling at how gently fingers run across his face, reverent, he leans in to kiss at the wetness in the corners of Jayce's eyes. ] You already have, Jayce. Even when I was foolishly pining for you, every second was better than all the years before.
[ jayce cannot contain his need to kiss the dark bow of viktor's lips, a chaste press that is shortened only for him to speak between their mouths, a secret he's told no one. ]
You have no idea . . . How much better it was, for me.
[ jayce had dark times that sat on the headers of his previous journal entries and his rigid, unfriendly appearance at first glance on this property. he remembered starting his labor here laser focused and irritable, thinking the "young master" was nothing more than a snobby brat. oh, how he was wrong. he was no brat— viktor was a beauty. he was no snob— he was humble and brilliant. ]
You showed me how much life is still worth living.
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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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[ said with a breathy laugh, spreading his smile wide. the rest of him is flagging, including his cock, but he's not entirely ready to move. now they really needed a wash, so if they could delay that next sequence, it was terribly alright with him. jayce could look into viktor's golden eyes for eons and still see galaxies in them, deciding to do just that whilst carding caked strands of brown away from his eyes, and this mouth! and his face, so he could kiss it— but jayce becomes distracted, especially by the color that tugs at his attention.
his blissful gaze takes a nosedive to concern when he sees the evident marks of his teeth on viktor's neck. even the gap was there, bright red and in a wide crescent. ]
Oh, no— [ his fingers touch, soothe— while his brows pinch for a completely different reason. his gut feels like ice at the realization that— that shouldn't have happened, but, shit it did and he was totally out of it. it's going to bruise like a punch. ] Fuck.
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He's so lost in thought that the change in Jayce's expression hits him hard, wondering what it could be that would jolt him out of this pleasant afterglow. Surely he wasn't having regrets, not after two glorious rounds. Had he forgotten something important? It's not until Viktor feels gentle fingers on his neck that he even thinks of the bite as something that might cause worry. ]
It's okay, it doesn't hurt. [ And by that, he means that it hurts the perfect amount in that way that will linger with him and remind him of all they've done tonight when he sees it in the mirror tomorrow. ] I wanted it.
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No one can see this, Viktor.
[ for his own sake. and they knew why. ]
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You can't be serious. [ He's smiling as he says it, leaning up to kiss the worried knot of wrinkles between Jayce's thick brows. His partner is so sweet when he's concerned, but it's unnecessary. ] I'm older than the usual marrying age, I'm sure my parents will be thrilled to see there's hope for me yet.
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Even if it's me asking your hand?
[ he'd always . . . be a little worried about that. it's not his world, he can only watch how it was like from afar, so— of course he'd be worried about what essentially amounted to ruining viktor's life. he could lose everything if his family was cruel enough, and jayce wouldn't be able to provide the same amount of wealth. he could make just enough to survive and live humbly. and with family debts on the way towards payment, he can finally save.
maybe enough to get a house on the field. ]
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Before anything else, though, is the concern and uncertainty still tugging at Jayce's lovely face. He continues peppering kissed across it, at the lines at the corners of his eyes and where his beard begins and the plump bow of his lips. ]
Jayce, my heart. [ He smooths his hands up to cup Jayce's face, brushing his thumb through his beard in loving strokes. There's no reason to reassure him of something that he doesn't know, variables like his parents' reactions that he can only guess at. He does believe that they'd be happy for him, and it wasn't as if Jayce were completely destitute nor a terrible match. Still, he can promise him one thing. ] Nothing will stop me from marrying you. I'll leave all of this behind to be with you if I have to.
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I . . . [ he hopes it doesn't come to that, but— jayce, still fumbling with his words, traces a line down viktor's prominent cheekbones, down to his chin, where he can rest his index and thumb between flesh. the gap closes, to be rewarded with a tight smile and wet eyes. to be so loved was a blessing. to be tangled in limbs and musks and the sweet, sticky result of that love was . . . beyond words. ] I swear to make you the happiest man that could exist.
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Smiling at how gently fingers run across his face, reverent, he leans in to kiss at the wetness in the corners of Jayce's eyes. ] You already have, Jayce. Even when I was foolishly pining for you, every second was better than all the years before.
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You have no idea . . . How much better it was, for me.
[ jayce had dark times that sat on the headers of his previous journal entries and his rigid, unfriendly appearance at first glance on this property. he remembered starting his labor here laser focused and irritable, thinking the "young master" was nothing more than a snobby brat. oh, how he was wrong. he was no brat— viktor was a beauty. he was no snob— he was humble and brilliant. ]
You showed me how much life is still worth living.
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