Jayce Talis (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
boyofprogress) wrote2025-04-15 01:17 am
boyofprogress) wrote2025-04-15 01:17 am
Entry tags:
closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]
...
in all timelines
in all possibilities
only you can show me this
...
closed rp for
recursiveimpulse...
in all timelines
in all possibilities
only you can show me this
...
closed rp for
recursiveimpulse"Of course. The Forge is where the things I work with are born. Why wouldn't I like to see that?"
But he understands - the novelty of someone taking interest in something you've had a hand in for as long as you can remember. So his smile is warm, his eyes glittering slyly.
"Careful. I'll show up unannounced."
But he understands - the novelty of someone taking interest in something you've had a hand in for as long as you can remember. So his smile is warm, his eyes glittering slyly.
"Careful. I'll show up unannounced."
"I don't mean for it to be a secret in the first place."
It's...nice, being tangled up like this. Jayce is huge, warm, solid - good balance against Viktor's small, chilly, delicate frame. He leans into him a little in return, his breath rattling softly as he relaxes.
"Good - then you understand. You can tell me...anything like this. If it matters to you, then it matters to me."
It's...nice, being tangled up like this. Jayce is huge, warm, solid - good balance against Viktor's small, chilly, delicate frame. He leans into him a little in return, his breath rattling softly as he relaxes.
"Good - then you understand. You can tell me...anything like this. If it matters to you, then it matters to me."
Oh, he liked it. He more than liked it, if the near-reverent way he traces his slender fingertips down over Jayce's abs is any indication. Permission is given, and he moves further still, brushing feather-light over the base of the other man's cock.
Viktor grins a little as he wraps his hand around it, getting the heft of it while teasing his partner at the same time.
"...Big overall, I see."
Viktor grins a little as he wraps his hand around it, getting the heft of it while teasing his partner at the same time.
"...Big overall, I see."
"That's not hard to do, actually. I'd say to knock first, but the bellows gets pretty noisy. But honestly, I'm happy to share the space with you, just as much as the lab here. It all goes to our work, so you're welcome to all of it.
If you don't watch out," he teases with a grin, "I'll put you to work shoveling coal."
If you don't watch out," he teases with a grin, "I'll put you to work shoveling coal."
He drags his teeth over his lower lip and sucks in a breath at the too-light touch. Gods, he likes the way Viktor is looking at him. Assessing him, almost. He feels objectified, but he can't say he minds it.
But then, oh mercy, Viktor's long fingers wrap around him properly and his hips twitch, toes curling against the cool floor of the lab. "Uh huh," he answers dumbly, lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
But then, oh mercy, Viktor's long fingers wrap around him properly and his hips twitch, toes curling against the cool floor of the lab. "Uh huh," he answers dumbly, lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
Oh, Viktor is ABSOLUTELY objectifying him. Eyeing him up and down, prodding, testing, inquiring. He knows he's been looked at in return, and right now? Right now that suits him just fine.
He strokes a couple of times, slowly, almost lazy. A wry smile tugs at his lip.
"Well, aren't you lucky that I can be very...accommodating."
He's trying to be cool, but the alcohol is making his head swim, and he bites his lip through a sharp throb from below.
He strokes a couple of times, slowly, almost lazy. A wry smile tugs at his lip.
"Well, aren't you lucky that I can be very...accommodating."
He's trying to be cool, but the alcohol is making his head swim, and he bites his lip through a sharp throb from below.
Jayce's eyes are wide and dark, pupils blown with need. Craving more of Viktor's touch, more of those delicious words. More of that liquid amber gaze on his body.
"I could still -- " he tries to say, swaying a little when Viktor starts stroking him. "You pushed me off before I finished. But I still could? Or -- or this.
Gods Viktor, I just want you so damned bad."
"I could still -- " he tries to say, swaying a little when Viktor starts stroking him. "You pushed me off before I finished. But I still could? Or -- or this.
Gods Viktor, I just want you so damned bad."
That gets a laugh out of Viktor - a genuine one, bright and gentle. He raises an eyebrow, leaning in a little towards the other man.
"Oh, I see how it is. I'm from the Undercity, so put me to work like a miner, eh?"
But it's playful. Easygoing, not defensive.
"Oh, I see how it is. I'm from the Undercity, so put me to work like a miner, eh?"
But it's playful. Easygoing, not defensive.
He's about to protest that that wasn't what he meant at all, but then Viktor is leaning into his space. Is laughing, and teasing him much like he had earlier.
Jayce blows out a relieved breath and shakes his head. "You're mean. Already, so cruel to your poor partner. Just for that, I'm making you sort the coal to weed out the smaller pieces, like my dad used to make me do."
Jayce blows out a relieved breath and shakes his head. "You're mean. Already, so cruel to your poor partner. Just for that, I'm making you sort the coal to weed out the smaller pieces, like my dad used to make me do."
Enh, works for me.
Viktor visibly quivers, opening his legs as he lets Jayce go and leans back on the table. He sees no point in dancing around it.
"Then be a good boy and take me."
Viktor visibly quivers, opening his legs as he lets Jayce go and leans back on the table. He sees no point in dancing around it.
"Then be a good boy and take me."
"Oh, you wouldn't dare."
He laughs again. Everything feels warm right now, and his chest only hurts a little.
This could be the start of something good, he thinks.
He laughs again. Everything feels warm right now, and his chest only hurts a little.
This could be the start of something good, he thinks.
That good boy almost finishes him, and he whines low in his throat, reaching out to skim his hands over Viktor's thighs.
The brace is a problem, only insofar as it's keeping him from just pulling Viktor's trousers off entirely. So he compromises, carefully working the other pant leg down and off (struggling for just a moment to get it over the shoe before pulling the shoe off, as well). A little awkward, but at least it lets him step between Viktor's legs again.
His hands are trembling a little as they settle at Viktor's waist again. Which, it hits him, is what started this whole damn thing in the first place. "Yeah?" he asks breathlessly, glancing at Viktor's face for confirmation that this, too, is allowed.
The brace is a problem, only insofar as it's keeping him from just pulling Viktor's trousers off entirely. So he compromises, carefully working the other pant leg down and off (struggling for just a moment to get it over the shoe before pulling the shoe off, as well). A little awkward, but at least it lets him step between Viktor's legs again.
His hands are trembling a little as they settle at Viktor's waist again. Which, it hits him, is what started this whole damn thing in the first place. "Yeah?" he asks breathlessly, glancing at Viktor's face for confirmation that this, too, is allowed.
Jayce can't remember the last time he'd been quite this nervous. It had taken a week of making and scrapping sketches based off of Viktor's old cane. The one he'd forged for himself, back in Zaun. He wanted to keep the same basic design but improve the length so that it fits Viktor better.
He'd also added, on a whim, a small compartment for storage. Nothing that upset the structural integrity, but he felt it was neat and a bit of a challenge for himself. But he worries, now, that Viktor will think it's silly. Maybe he won't tell him.
He spent all night in the Forge finishing it, running home only briefly to shower, change, and grab his thermos before popping back into the lab. Hoping to get there a little early to surprise Viktor when he arrives.
He'd also added, on a whim, a small compartment for storage. Nothing that upset the structural integrity, but he felt it was neat and a bit of a challenge for himself. But he worries, now, that Viktor will think it's silly. Maybe he won't tell him.
He spent all night in the Forge finishing it, running home only briefly to shower, change, and grab his thermos before popping back into the lab. Hoping to get there a little early to surprise Viktor when he arrives.
Yeah, that brace is a pain in the ass. But there's something of a show to seeing Jayce trying to come to grips with it, to understand how to work around it. Most importantly, he didn't ask to take it off.
The hands at his waist, the sight of Jayce positioning himself...Viktor is panting by the time he answers, face flushed deep, eyes fiery with want.
"Very 'yeah.'
Fuck me, Jayce."
The hands at his waist, the sight of Jayce positioning himself...Viktor is panting by the time he answers, face flushed deep, eyes fiery with want.
"Very 'yeah.'
Fuck me, Jayce."
And right on cue, Viktor arrives like clockwork - the tell-tale TAK-TAK-TAK of his old cane rapping against the floor heralds his arrival, just as always. He is not, however, expecting Jayce to already be present.
So he stands in the door for a moment, blinking in confusion before closing it behind him.
"...Good morning, Jayce. You're - did you skip sleep again?"
So he stands in the door for a moment, blinking in confusion before closing it behind him.
"...Good morning, Jayce. You're - did you skip sleep again?"
"Just the one night, I promise," he says cheerfully, leaning against his usual spot at his desk. The cane sits on the desk behind him, and he's draped his coat over it to obscure it from view.
His stomach flutters in anticipation; gods, he's nervous, but excited, too. Hopeful that Viktor will approve of his design. Of his gift.
"It's not very often I beat you into the lab."
His stomach flutters in anticipation; gods, he's nervous, but excited, too. Hopeful that Viktor will approve of his design. Of his gift.
"It's not very often I beat you into the lab."
The brace doesn't bother him. It never has. The only issue was that it was keeping Jayce from getting his pants off more quickly. Next time, when they're on a bed, Jayce will take his time. But not now, not in this moment.
Viktor's flushed face is the prettiest damned think he's ever seen, and he brushes parted lips against the pink that spreads over his cheekbones, nosing at his temple. One hand braces against the table, the other taking himself by the base of his cock as he presses into Viktor with a low, trembling sigh.
"Fuck, Viktor," he sighs, pausing when he's buried fully within him. Trying to catch his breath.
Viktor's flushed face is the prettiest damned think he's ever seen, and he brushes parted lips against the pink that spreads over his cheekbones, nosing at his temple. One hand braces against the table, the other taking himself by the base of his cock as he presses into Viktor with a low, trembling sigh.
"Fuck, Viktor," he sighs, pausing when he's buried fully within him. Trying to catch his breath.
"You know that goes both ways, right?"
It always amazes him, how well Viktor fits against him. All his angles slotting into place with Jayce's curves. Complimentary pieces. Even the slight wheeze of his lungs brings Jayce some strange comfort, because it means that at the very least Viktor is still breathing.
"There's nothing too small, or too big, for you to tell me."
It always amazes him, how well Viktor fits against him. All his angles slotting into place with Jayce's curves. Complimentary pieces. Even the slight wheeze of his lungs brings Jayce some strange comfort, because it means that at the very least Viktor is still breathing.
"There's nothing too small, or too big, for you to tell me."
"Eh, I couldn't stop you anyway, could I? When you are determined."
He has no idea that anything is happening - only that this kind of buzzy overexcitement usually means new work and new ideas. He sets his bag down, turning to Jayce with a little sigh.
"Slow start this morning. Some mornings are...a little harder than others."
He has no idea that anything is happening - only that this kind of buzzy overexcitement usually means new work and new ideas. He sets his bag down, turning to Jayce with a little sigh.
"Slow start this morning. Some mornings are...a little harder than others."
"I... actually might have something to help with that. Or at least hopefully make things not quite so hard by the end of the day? Um -- "
He gives Viktor a nervous smile, stepping aside to whip his jacket off the desk with a bit of a flourish. "Tadaaa! Back to your usual measurements, I hope. A-and if not, I can adjust it, of course. But I wanted to get it put together as quickly as possible, so you weren't using something too short for you."
He gives Viktor a nervous smile, stepping aside to whip his jacket off the desk with a bit of a flourish. "Tadaaa! Back to your usual measurements, I hope. A-and if not, I can adjust it, of course. But I wanted to get it put together as quickly as possible, so you weren't using something too short for you."
It's been a WHILE, honestly. Not that Viktor doesn't have toys, but...none of them compare to THIS.
He gasps against Jayce's jaw as he acclimates to the feeling of being so full, wheezing softly as he, too, can't quite seem to breathe.
"J-Jayce, you're..." But he catches himself. Not so fast. Use this.
He purrs into the other man's ear.
"...You're doing so well."
He gasps against Jayce's jaw as he acclimates to the feeling of being so full, wheezing softly as he, too, can't quite seem to breathe.
"J-Jayce, you're..." But he catches himself. Not so fast. Use this.
He purrs into the other man's ear.
"...You're doing so well."
It's a bit of a whirlwind - Viktor stands watching in mild bewilderment until the reveal, and -
Oh.
He walks closer, slowly, looking down at the cane in quiet awe. As soon as he's close enough, he reaches out to brush his fingers over the handle.
"...You...you made me a cane?"
Oh.
He walks closer, slowly, looking down at the cane in quiet awe. As soon as he's close enough, he reaches out to brush his fingers over the handle.
"...You...you made me a cane?"
It's modeled after the one Viktor made from himself. Carefully fit together scrapes, hammered out smooth but the lines and edges where the metal meets and overlaps still clear. A careful homage to the original, just made (hopefully) to the proper size.
And with the little storage compartment, of course. Just for fun.
Jayce looks on, nervously, as Viktor inspects it. "In the forge, yeah. I haven't made one before, but I made a lot of sketches of the one you use and I think I got it pretty close."
And with the little storage compartment, of course. Just for fun.
Jayce looks on, nervously, as Viktor inspects it. "In the forge, yeah. I haven't made one before, but I made a lot of sketches of the one you use and I think I got it pretty close."
"So damn warm," he sighs, clutching at Viktor's waist now that he's properly inside him. And then the praise hits his ear and his fingers dig into Viktor's hips, his whole body shuddering with it.
He's doing well. He's making Viktor feel good, and he feels warm at the idea of it. Carefully, he starts moving his hips. Long, slow thrusts at first, learning the way Viktor feels and fits around him. Trying to memorize him from the inside like he knows him from the outside.
He's doing well. He's making Viktor feel good, and he feels warm at the idea of it. Carefully, he starts moving his hips. Long, slow thrusts at first, learning the way Viktor feels and fits around him. Trying to memorize him from the inside like he knows him from the outside.
"I do. I do know that."
A soft chuckle, a shy smile, the splash of color across his cheeks.
"You have made it...very clear that I can trust you. And I do. I trust you very much."
A soft chuckle, a shy smile, the splash of color across his cheeks.
"You have made it...very clear that I can trust you. And I do. I trust you very much."
Page 8 of 10