boyofprogress | closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

"Exactly! We just work in scale."

Viktor has to look away from that grin before its warmth floods his cheeks. He busies himself with his notes, chuckling all the same.

"No, but damn if that thing won't find its way into the experiments anyway. I swear he has it out for me."

Oh.

Viktor laughs, soft and breathy. "It - does, yes, but that...is not what I was talking about." He shivers, briefly, at the huge, warm, gentle hand skating over his bad leg...but there's a matter at hand.

He takes a long breath to steady himself, and then...gently, he grabs Jayce's hand and directs it to one of the scars on his chest.

"I was not...born a man, Jayce. What you...felt down there is...a prosthetic. For packing."

This conversation might have been easier were Jayce more sober, as the confession takes a moment to soak into his brain. But then his thumb his brushing against the surgery scar, and things click into place more firmly.

"Okay..." he says slowly, processing this new information and realizing that it changes nothing about his want, his feelings for Viktor. It just means he might have to shift his approach a little. "Then tell me how you like to be touched?" he offers, gentle but hopeful. Encouraging.

"He's underfoot at the worst possible moments. One of these days I'm going to trip over him and go flying."

Jayce squints a little at the equation on the board and makes a few small adjustments based on his rune and the memories of the cloaked man. "We need to refine this a little, but I think it's a good start."

"Try getting around him with a cane."

But he's laughing - even as he pushes himself to his feet, shuffling his way over to stand at Jayce's side and taking up a piece of chalk. Looking at what has been written, he taps his lip a couple times, then changes one number.

"A very good start."

Viktor shudders, watching Jayce trace that scar with his warm hand. It's vulnerable, personal, and...well, the other man is being gentle and understanding about it.

He's beginning to realize that...that's just how Jayce is going to be.

He smiles, a little mystified.

"Like you would probably expect," he chuckles, still flushed and breathing hard. "And I am...sterile, so we should have no immediate need for protection."

He has to laugh a little; his partner is straight forward, as always, cutting directly to the point. Jayce has to kiss that faintly surprised looking smile, tugging Viktor's tie loose with a soft laugh. "That is very useful information for later, thank you Viktor.

For right now, my initial plan to stick my hand down your pants hasn't changed at all. If that sounds agreeable to you, still."

"He hasn't tried to steal it, has he? That seems like a potential problem. I've seen poros out in the wild before, but this is my first domesticated one. A group of poros," he informs Viktor with a flourish of his chalk, "Is called a fluft."

The number changes has him squinting at the equation again, reading back over their work. But he nods his agreement, "You're right, that makes more sense."

And now they're both laughing.

This is...fun.

"Yes. That sounds very agreeable to me."

"Yes? Perfect." It feels easy, still. Like talking with him is, like working with him is. It's one more extension of their partnership. A natural evolution from where they started to here, it feels like.

Jayce braces on hand against the table next to Viktor's hip to help steady himself, nosing at Viktor's jaw as he undoes the button and fly of his trousers to slip his hand inside. His breath catches a little at the heat of him, so fucking warm and gods, wet already. He moves slowly, learning the shape and curve of him, keeping his touch light for the moment. "Do you have any idea," he sighs against Viktor's skin, "How fucking sexy you are?"

"No, it is too big and he is an old Poro." But the fact does get a laugh out of him before he carries on. Perhaps he's not quite as straight-laced as he would like others to believe.

"Enh, it was an easy miscalculation to fall into. We're dealing with elemental things, it's easy to lose the fundamentals."

Metoidioplasty has left Viktor a little different than what Jayce is probably accustomed to - the clitoris is larger, more pronounced, and...well, erect. And the fresh dose of hormones in his body is dancing with all the vodka in his blood right now, making Jayce's touch damn near unbearable. He gasps and arches against the searching fingertips, nearly short-circuiting for a moment before he gets his wits back.

The compliment is - not one he has enjoyed before, but god, it is NICE to hear it. "Coming from you? I - ah! - I would call that a line, if I thought you we-ere - kurva - capable of insincerity."

"And so much is still unknown!" he agrees, nodding firmly. "I've been working on those gems for years now, and I still don't have a full understanding of them. What their full potential is. I think it's going to be a lot of changing small things and running tests over and over until we hit the exact right point."

"Isn't it fortunate, then, that you have found yourself with a partner who finds repetition to be soothing?"

He's already off in his head - creating charts, preparing his methods for categorizing his findings in a way that is useful. If anyone can bring order to chaos, it will be him.

He thinks.

"We should pick our first target object to test calibrate for. Something...very small."

It's all a little new, a little left of what he's used to, but familiar enough that it feels comfortable. And it's Viktor, so it feels easy. Especially the way Viktor is moving right now, pressing into his touch. Encouraging him to keep exploring and gods, he wants to see Viktor spread out on his bed. Wants to really take his time and learn every part of him until he knows his body like he knows his mind.

Viktor is swearing and Jayce huffs a laugh. "I'm pretty sure that's a naughty word, so I'm guessing I'm on the right track," he teases, stroking his thumb along the length of him, leaning up a little to nip and tug at Viktor's earlobe. "Does that mean you think I'm sexy, then?"

"You mentioned a pen, but I'm a little worried about potential ink explosions. Not that I mind cleaning up after that in the name of science, of course." And not that he's unused to explosions, at this point, unfortunately.

"So we need something more simple, something with less parts to worry about."

The desk isn't as comfortable as doing this on a bed would be, not at all - but it also feels sort of daring, enticing in a way that makes all of this just...exciting. New. Fun.

It's hard to want to speak when he's being rubbed like that, his dark lashes low against his pale cheeks - but he wants to get the reins back. So when Jayce starts to tease, Viktor suddenly grabs for the back of his hair, giving it another firm yank.

"Under the right circumstances...yes. I do."

"Parts, parts...a-ah! Wait!"

Suddenly struck by a thought, the tinkerer plunges a hand into his pocket...and from it he pulls a little cog, holding it out on the palm of his hand. "This one was...floating with us, yesterday. It passed THROUGH the field once already!"

"The gear!" he exclaims, excited by the idea and frankly quite touched that Viktor held onto it. But he pushes aside that soft, warm sort of feeling in his chest to contemplate later.

"Viktor, I could kiss you. That's genius. It's one solid piece, too, so we don't have to worry about the mix of materials."

The yank on his hair pulls his head back, sucking in a breath, and his cock absolutely throbs in his pants. His pants tend to fight him fairly tightly anyway, and he feels almost exposed at the moment with the way they hide little to nothing of his desire, a damp spot forming where his cock is pressed against the material.

He locks gazes with Viktor, his eyes so dark they're almost molten, lips parted while he does his breath to keep his breathing steady. And fails, miserably.

"I'm not saying to stop," he grits out, voice dropping into something low and needy. "But I'll tell you that if you keep pulling my hair like that, I'm going to drop to my knees so damn fast."

Oh. That look is -

Viktor lets out a shaking breath of his own, his jaw dropping a little open as his heavy breathing becomes panting.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't snuck a peek. And right now, the contour of the other man is...well, it's PROMISING.

His smile is wicked as he yanks again.

"Don't try to threaten me with FUN, Jayce."

Viktor pulls his hair again, and Jayce takes his hand away to rest it on Viktor's thigh instead, sinking to his knees in front of him. Because sweet Janna, he likes the wicked tilt of that grin, and wants to see more of it.

He slides his palms over Viktor's thighs, his breaths coming out short and sharp. "I've been dying to get on my knees for you for ages. There's no place on your body I don't want to put my mouth right now."

Well. Viktor never said he wasn't sentimental. He just wouldn't admit to it if you asked him.

The first piece of that statement gets a raised eyebrow from the tinkerer - but he doesn't press or tease. He just smiles, setting the piece down on the nearest surface for them both to look at.

"AND we know it is possible already. It's a direction to begin in, anyway."

The dynamic is slowly clarifying - both of them sliding tidily into their desired roles with no friction. If Jayce wants a chance to please, then...well.

Why not?

He shudders again at the warmth of those hands on his thighs - his boxer-briefs under his pants don't leave a ton to the imagination, nor do they hide the scattered scarring around Viktor's bad leg. But Jayce wants all of it, so...for now, Viktor doesn't mind. He drops his voice low and sultry, eyes blazing.

"Then go ahead. Be a good boy and show me."

Despite the hand in his hair, all of Jayce's movements are tender. Slow, reverent, like he's performing some sort of ritual. The packer is carefully taken and set aside for the time being, and Viktor's pants and boxers are tugged down as far as the brace will allow. Jayce makes a low noise at the sight of all of Viktor at eye level, not how he'd imagined but even more perfect.

"Can I taste you?" he breathes, keeping his gaze on Viktor's face as he presses a few warm kisses to the pale skin of his thigh.

closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

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