closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

[boyofprogress]

...
in all timelines
in all possibilities
only you can show me this
...

closed rp for recursiveimpulse

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[recursiveimpulse]

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."

[boyofprogress]

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.

[recursiveimpulse]

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."

[boyofprogress]

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.

[recursiveimpulse]

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."

[boyofprogress]

"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.