boyofprogress | closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

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?

Janna's TITS.

The expletive doesn't leave his mouth. It can't. Viktor is too busy being damn near AGAPE at the way Jayce just licked his fingers clean. If there was any doubt that the man finds him attractive, that ship has sailed for the time being.

He watches the whole undressing process with a look almost hungry, taking all of Jayce in. The way he moves, his muscles, his big pretty puppy-dog eyes and -

Well. The glance downward doesn't disappoint, either.

"Very good," he purrs, voice dark and almost shaking. He leans forward, resting a hand lightly on the other man's chest and slowly trailing it down, down, down.

Hopefully, Viktor liked it. Him licking his fingers. He hopes that expression is something positive, something that means Jayce did well and will be rewarded for it. He's sunk too deep in his head to think much beyond that, but it's fine for now.

It's good the way Viktor looks at him after he undresses. Assessing him and deciding he likes what he sees. Even better is that low very good as he sets a pale hand against Jayce's chest.

He's panting, still, and makes a soft noise as Viktor starts to move his hand down, nodding a little to encourage the motion.

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."

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.

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.

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."

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."

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.

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 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.

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."

"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.

closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

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