boyofprogress | closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

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."

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?"

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."

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?"

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."

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."

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.

There has been, for years, the understanding that these type of situations would usually result in Viktor being treated as though he were fragile.

But this - this is distinct, because he's not being treated as fragile. He's being treated as precious, and it's that more than the words or the chilly open air hitting his erection at last that makes his breath catch at Jayce's question.

He licks his lips, a canine tooth briefly dragging over the flesh in an antsy little bite.

"I would love it if you would," he purrs, as coolly as he can manage with his heart pounding.

Jayce's fingers slide over Viktor's slick folds like they had before, his free hand settling at that gorgeous slim waist as he finds his balance. He drags his tongue over the length of Viktor's erection and his eyes flutter shut, his expression utterly blissful.

His tongue works as slowly as his hands had, learning the shape of Viktor, the feeling of him against his tongue. Savouring him before he closes his lips around him with a quietly needy noise.

Viktor watches for as long as he can bear to - until the sight of Jayce between his thighs collides with the FEELING of Jayce between his thighs, and he nearly sobs out a moan. His head lolls backward, eyes fluttering shut so he can just...feel.

"Oh, good boy, Jayce," he gasps, his hands nesting with fingers threaded through the other man's hair.

The praise combined with the fingers in his hair sends a shiver through him and he hums happily, squeezing Viktor's hip in response to it all. It's perfect, the way his partner's voice drops a little, his accent sounding thicker like this.

As he works his tongue steadily, his fingers slide down, probing gently. Seeking out his entrance to press with a questioning noise, asking with his actions if Viktor wants his fingers, too.

It may come as no surprise that Viktor is as withdrawn vocally during sex as he is usually - he doesn't moan loudly, as though trying to keep himself low, but he does MOVE, writhing and canting his hips almost uncontrollably under Jayce's attentions.

But then the question is asked, and it's in a breathless gasp that he responds, lips twitching in a smile of near disbelief.

"Y-yes. Please, Jayce. Please."

Honestly, all that does is make Jayce want to try harder, to see if he can get Viktor to make a little more noise. To figure out exactly what spots to hit to make him moan the loudest.

He pulls off, leaning back just a little, just enough to be able to see Viktor's face as he slides two fingers into him. His mouth drops open with a soft, gasping noise, like all the breath has been punched out of him. God, Viktor is so wet, so warm, and the heat of him around his fingers has him throbbing.

When Jayce leans in again, he licks more broadly, dragging his tongue slowly from where his fingers are curled inside Viktor, up to tease along his cock again. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he sighs, looking up at Viktor with a half lidded, dreamy expression that can't all be blamed on the cocktails he's had tonight. "I won't be able to look at you without thinking about how you taste, now."

The feeling of being entered DOES get noise out of Viktor - he almost whines, higher pitched than one might expect, twitching his hips against Jayce's grip.

And then Jayce is working him inside and out, feeding his ego while he does it, and his panting borders in the animal.

"Th-that might be - mnh - a distraction f-from work... especially - hah! - if I can't get the way you look right now...out of my head...."

"How do I look, right now?" His mouth and chin are shining and slick, his hair is mussed from Viktor's fingers, and his cock is straining against the tight material of his pants, the outline of his erection visible where it lays against his thigh. His gaze is heavy, the gold of his eyes almost liquid, pupils blown out with need.

He curls his fingers inside Viktor, spreading them a little to see if he can coax another noise out of his partner. "I want to spread you out and get my mouth on every inch of your thighs. I want to sink my teeth into your hips. I bet you bruise so fucking pretty."

Viktor's eyes widen in response to the question - and to the sight of Jayce between his legs, practically screaming that he couldn't want this more with his every move.

"...Beautiful," he breathes, before he's arching and seeing stars, gasping out some profanities that nearly get lost in his accent.

But...while he's enjoying the attention, he also wants to return it, so even as he's rocking his hips to try to ride Jayce's hand, he leers, half-lidded, dropping his voice to something dangerous.

(Briefly, he considers the opportunity for a prank - a quick 'oh...is my brace leaving marks again' would have the other man pedaling SO far backward. But Viktor wants to get off much more than he wants to be snide...for now.)

"Bold of you to think that I would be the one left bruised, Jayce."

"Would you let me?" he asks breathlessly, twisting his wrist as Viktor comes down against his hand. Realizing that the cuff of his shirt is going to be stained after this and he has to press his face against Viktor's thigh for a moment to try and breathe through the rush of arousal that shudders through him.

"If I asked nicely, would you let me leave bruises?" The question is mumbled against Viktor's skin and he drags his mouth over his inner thigh.

"I want you to. On me." He can hardly think straight, the scent and sound and feeling of Viktor surrounding him. Jayce presses his mouth to the core of him again, flicking his tongue against the tip of his cock, his own hips twitching like he's the one being touched. "I want your marks on me."

He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. Jayce Talis, known serial talker? Of course he's chatty in bed.

It just means that it's all the more tempting to reduce him to silence.

"If you were...really...good."

It's hard to pull himself together enough to not simply surrender to that TONGUE - but he wants more than just this. He's drunk, hormonal, and feeling greedy.

So he nudges Jayce off of him after a few very tempting moments, sliding his good leg up between Jayce's legs to rub at him with the toe of his shoe.

"I will let you leave bruises...if you earn them. Like a good boy."

He almost protests being pushed back, but then Viktor's leg moves and that makes him pause, his hand stilling as his brain struggles to catch up to what his body is feeling. When the pressure against him registers fully, he whines and turns his head to press his face against Viktor's thigh again.

He's trembling, he realizes, shaking where he kneels in front of Viktor. The commanding tone, the good boy draped in Viktor's accent with those sharp consonants that sink into his brain.

From where his face is pressed against Viktor's thigh, Jayce murmurs some sort of uh huh, unable to do much else. "What -- " he tries to say, but quickly loses the thread of his thought. He tries again, turning his head to look up at Viktor again, cheek against his thigh. "Tell me?"

God, that look. The way Jayce is nearly helpless down there, face still glistening, looking at him Like That -

Viktor visibly shudders, clenching a little around the other man's fingers before he collects himself, looking down at his partner (hah) with eyes half-lidded and full of dubious intent.

"...Stop for a moment. Undress for me.

I want to see you."

"Yeah." He manages to only whine a little as he draws his hand away, like it pains him to lose Viktor's warmth. Unthinkingly, he brings his hand to his mouth to lick his fingers clean with a blissful sigh, lashes fluttering a little.

"Okay, yeah." He draws back, carefully, inhaling sharply as he stands and the tight material of his trousers drags over his erection. But he starts with is tie, first, pulling it loose and shoving it into his pocket. His fingers fumble on the buttons of his vest and shirt and it takes him longer than he wants to but managing it in the end.

Fuck, his boots. Another quiet noise of despair, but he bends to undo and step out of them. This uniform will be the death of him, he thinks, as finally, finally he gets to his trousers, shucking them and his boxerbriefs off with a sigh.

Jayce reaches up to push his hair out of his face, standing unselfconsciously in front of Viktor, allowing his partner to see all of him. His expression is sweetly hopeful. Did I do well?

closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

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