boyofprogress | OPEN RP POST

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[Oh. That word hits him square in the chest, and he leans up a little on his elbow in order to study Viktor's face. But... no, it looks sincere. He looks sincere, and Jayce cups his cheek to press their mouths together with the utmost tenderness. Afterwards, he rests their foreheads together, smiling in both fondness and disbelief.] I think I might have fallen in love with you when you pulled out that ring of keys. But I think I realized it when I saw your face as we were floating.

We've both been stupid, I guess. Trying to protect ourselves from something secretly wonderful.

I was...afraid, perhaps. That you would reject me, or that I would end up hurting you somehow.[Honey-gold eyes regarded him with a geentle warmth as Viktor's hand traced mindless lines along his partner's shoulders.] I still might, miláčku. Is that a risk you want to take?

I told you before, but I'll say it again. [He touches Viktor's cheek as he does, meeting that warm amber gaze with a deeply fond look of his own.] Yes. A thousand, a million times yes, you are work the risk for me. Always.

Especially if it means hearing you calling me sweet things like that. Well -- I assume meelachku is something sweet, anyway. [His pronunciation is terrible, but he's trying.]

[Viktor huffed out a laugh,shakng his head.]

Not even close, but a commendable effort. Don't worry--if I were insulting you, I would want you to know it.

Thanks. I think? [One more kiss before Jayce pulls away with a sigh.] I'm invading your bathroom, briefly, to grab a washcloth. We should clean up a little before we try to sleep.

Do you want a hand with your leg brace, afterwards? [The last part is said over his shoulder as he moves to the edge of the bed and stretches his arms over his head. His undershirt is... somewhere, but he'll find it later.]

...That would be nice, I think. [Viktor pulled himself to sit up and leaned over, enough to press a kiss to the back of Jayce's neck.] Do not get too accustomed to helping me with everything, but...once in a while, I might not mind that much.

[The kiss to the back of his neck is a bit of a surprise, and he's grateful that in the moment, Viktor can't see the flush it brings to his cheeks. He turns to give his partner a peck on the lips, nosing affectionately at his cheek.] Then I'll take the temporary chance to spoil you a little.

[Retreating to the bathroom, he takes a moment to try and tidy himself up before things get... sticky. Though gods, if he's truly honest with himself, he wouldn't mind being marked like this for a while.

He shakes off the thought and runs some warm water over a fresh cloth and rejoins Viktor on the bed.] If you're calling me sweet things in... Zaunian? Do I get to call you sweet things, too? [His question is as genuine as his smile as he runs the cloth carefully over Viktor's stomach and thighs.]

Zaunite--the dialect is something like a linguistically drifted form of whatever's spoken in Shurima. [He mumbled that idly, having laid back down with his head in folded arms. Quietly enjoying the attention, like a contented cat in a sunbeam.]

You can call me whatever you want. I believe I have already let you shorten my name on occasion without remark, have I not?

Zaunite. [He'll remember that, for the future. Maybe see if he can find a book and learn a few words. Even if Viktor would make fun of his pronunciation, it would be worth it to see that adorably surprised expression on his face.

Once his partner is sufficiently clean, he settles the pajama pants back around his hips with an affectionate kiss to his stomach. Then, he gets to work on the leg brace.]

I do, yeah. But I meant more along the lines of... sweetheart, maybe? Or beautiful. Not baby, I don't think. Neither of us are the type.

[Viktor mumbled something indistinct, hiding his face for all the good it wouldn't do--blushing pink all the way to his shoulders again. The brace came off easily enough, leaving further surgical bolts running along his shin and harsh red marks where it fastened tightly against pale skin.]

...wouldn't mind. Not in front of anyone, though.

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[With the utmost tenderness, he traces his fingertips over those marks and indentations, like his touch might soothe away the sting they leave behind.

He leans up to press a kiss to Viktor's flushed shoulder, then the bit of his cheek not hidden by the arm across his face.] Just between us.

You blush so pretty, sweetheart.

[He made a soft noise halfway to a moan at the attention to his leg--it did ache, and the gentle touch was a new and unspeakably nice experience.]

And you are insufferable, lásko. [Viktor lifted his head enough to look at Jayce with the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.] Unbelievably so.

Oh I'm the worst, absolutely. [That little moan is a fairly clear indicator that he's doing something right, so he keeps it up. Applying some gentle pressure and rubbing the places that look the most sore.]

Some day, I'll learn Zaunite and figure out what you were saying to me, earlier. Was it dirty? I hope it was.

Hm...no, it was not. Next time, it might be.

[Viktor practically melted under the hands on his leg, a pleased little hum coloring words that came out breathy and distracted.]

Keep that up and I could be convinced to say anything you like.

Something sweet, then. Maybe a little romantic? [It's honestly just fun to see Viktor this relaxed and contented. And there's a certain kind of intimacy that comes in being vulnerable like this.

He spies some lotion on the night stand and rubs some onto his fingers, carefully applying it to the indentations left by the brace. He knows this sort of thing feels good after a day of wearing his gloves in the forge, working his thumb into the marks left behind by buckles and straps, so he assumes it would feel good for Viktor, as well.]

Jayce, you do not have t--[Whatever token argument he was putting forth broke off with a low noise bordering on obscene, hurriedly muffled by the back of his hand as Jayce found a particularly tense knot of muscle.]

[The last thing Viktor wanted was to be seen as someone who needed this kind of help and attention--by anyone, Jayce included. But gods, it really did feel so unbelievably nice to put himself in someone else's hands for once.]

Good spot? [He focuses there, then, carefully working the knot loose with his thumbs. Although he's wary of accidentally hurting Viktor somehow, he also trusts his partner to let him know before that happens.

He does have a sneaking suspicion that Viktor doesn't do this much for himself, much less have someone else do it, and there's an intimacy in that, too.]

I know I don't, but I chose to. You didn't ask, I did it autonomously. So it doesn't count, right? [And he tosses Viktor a wink, clearly poking at his pride ever so slightly.]

...can still kick you with my other leg, you know.

[The emptiest threat imaginable, mumbled against his hand in an attempt not to make a complete fool of himself.]

I mean it, do not get used to this- [It was hard to put up a real argument when his voice was practically shaking.] ...gods, a little harder?

[The deeply shaky threat gets ignored in favour of really digging into that knot with his thumbs, though he does keep half an eye on Viktor's face to watch for any hint of pain.

Not that he'd tell Viktor this, of course. The man is trying to keep is pride in tact, after all.] Yeah? Just let me know if it's too much.

How many times must I tell you I am n- [He trailed off in another quiet moan, the look on Viktor's face possibly more relaxed than he'd ever been in his life.]-n-not going to break?

I'm not saying you can't handle it, I'm just saying there's a difference between simply pummeling your leg and a thorough massage that actually feels good. I'm aiming for the latter.

[Oh, Viktor looks like he's about to turn into puddle, and Jayce couldn't be happier. Once that knot is done, he feels along Viktor's leg to find another and work his magic (ha) there.] Not that I'm getting used to it, but if, while I'm here, your back has any sore spots. You know, since I'm already having my wicked way with you.

Mm...definitely going to kick you.

[Totally. Any minute now.]

You do not have to. Aren't you tired?

Maybe a little, but I'm also finding that I really enjoy touching you. [As though the past... however long since their first kiss on the sofa happened hadn't been enough evidence of that.] So actually, I'm not as altruistic as you think. This is entirely self serving.

Well...mm, I suppose I could entertain that for a little longer. If you must insist.

[Viktor making a show of being put out by all this is honestly rather charming; like a petulant cat reluctantly accepting affection.

Jayce gives his delicate ankle a light squeeze before leaning back a little.] If you move to your stomach, I can attack your back. I feel like I can say with at least ninety-five percent certainty that you're more knot than muscle, after working for... gods, I don't even know how long we were in the lab.

Long enough. [Viktor stretched with a popping and cracking of joints, turning over and resting his head on his arms.]

...You're sure it does not bother you? [He looked at Jayce over his shoulder, relaxed yet evaluating his reaction to pale skin marked by a line of surgical steel.]

Oof, I heard that. [Not that he's much better, sitting hunched over his notebooks for hours at a time. It sounds like dry kindling snapping, when Jayce Talis stretches.

But he sees that expression, and leans down to press a kiss to Viktor's shoulder, then his mouth, nosing his jaw affectionately.] I love you, and it's a part of you. So no, it doesn't bother me.

[He's curious about them, actually. The bolts that help support the brace to help Viktor stay upright. It's amazing, really, that medical science has been able to do such a thing.

After considering for a moment, he moves to set a knee on either side of Viktor's legs, so he can properly reach his back. Then, he leans down to press a soft, reverent kiss to the top bolt, his fingers sweeping down Viktor's sides, over the marks that are starting to fade from where the back brace cut into his skin.]

Hm...brilliant and charming. [He shivered under the gentle touches, slowly starting to relax into those hands.]

My skilled partner--is there nothing you can not do?

[More lotion, then, to work his fingers into those red marks along his waist and back. He knows he gets sore after a few hours of too-tight gloves, he can't imagine dealing with it day in and day out like this.]

For all you talk about my ego, you sure are good at adding to it. But you may have noticed that during dinners with my mom, I'm not allowed near the stove? I tend to burn... most things I try to cook.

I get distracted, and then fires happen. So that is something I can't do.

...You're joking. [Viktor turned his head enough to watch Jayce over his shoulder, a thin smile on his face.] I have seen you focus in the lab for days on end, and you can not stay in front of a stove long enough to prevent something catching fire?

That's different! That's science. I can focus on science. When I try to help in the kitchen, I get distracted. Usually by an idea or equation.

Eh, it is not that different. Similar enough that I would find it a challenge to accidentally burn the kitchen down.

You are being so mouthy right now, which means I'm not doing my job well enough. [More slowly this time, he slides his palms up Viktor's back, starting at the base of his spine, until he finds a nasty knot to work on. He's careful, like he was with Viktor's leg, but presses his thumbs in firmly]

I have no idea what you mmmm... [Which suggested Viktor knew exactly what he meant, dissolving into a pleased murmur as Jayce pressed against that spot.]

That's what I thought. [He leans down to press a kiss to the nape of Viktor's neck, his smile curving against his partner's pale skin. He might well be addicted to seeing him relaxed like this.]

I think a day off tomorrow is a good idea. My brain needs a full reset before I start staring at equations again.

Mmhm... [A wordless hum of agreement, eyes fluttering closed under all the attention.] I think we both could benefit from a little rest.

I can't remember the last time we took a full day off. Hell, I can't remember the last time I took a full day off. Do I have hobbies? I couldn't tell you.

...could teach you how to cook without burning anything. If you wanted to. You're good with your hands, it's almost a waste not to try.

... yeah? [Jayce feels something warm inside his chest at the suggestion, and he stretches out next to Viktor on the bed, pressing idle kisses to freckles as he notices them on his shoulder.]

I'd like that, actually. You think you can keep me focused?

I think I can certainly try. [He reached out to wrap his arms around Jayce, pressing against him like a contented cat in a sunbeam.] Don't tell me you're doubting me.

Of course not. [With a lazy sort of smile, he draws his finger down the bridge of Viktor's nose, ending with an affectionate tap at the end of it.]

If you're wearing that shirt again, though, I might get distracted trying to figure out which constellation your freckles remind me of. Or your collarbone. Or this mark I left on your neck, which I will apologize for but I don't actually regret.

There is no reason for you to apologize, Jayce. I do not recall having objected at any point.

That's dangerous to know. [He skims his thumb over the mark, still looking a little awed that this even happened. Gods, he's so lucky.] If you're not careful, you'll end up with bitemarks any place that's covered by your clothes.

Hm...you consider that dangerous? [He shivered at the touch, a slow and devious smirk crossing Viktor's face as he propped himself up on his arms to lean over Jayce.]

I am not hearing the part where that is a problem.

[And Jayce shifts to let Viktor be over him. Willingly. So willingly, rolling onto his back and smiling up at his partner. Watching the way his hair falls into his face a little when he leans over, and how did he not kiss him every day since the moment they met?]

What if we're working and I'm overcome with the urge to kiss you?

Mm, well. I do not think I would mind that, but we will have to find a balance that lets us get things done, no?

[No, he's distracted again. He reaches up to brush his fingers over Viktor's cheek, looking at him with a dreamy expression.] You're so pretty. Have I told you in the last five minutes how pretty you are? I'm going to pass you notes ten times a day telling you.

Will you? [Tilting his head into Jayce's hand, looking to take every bit of affection he was going to be given.] That's a problem, I may have to limit you to five.

Hmm. I'll try, but no promises. [He tries to look thoughtful, but that smile keeps breaking through as he settles his hand against Viktor's cheek, stroking his thumb against his cheekbone.] Will I be in big trouble if I send you six?

Horrible trouble, of course. [It was hard to sound convincing about that with his eyee fluttering closed like a contented cat.] We can not lose a step in our dedication to our work, Jayce.

You're right, we shouldn't let ourselves get distracted. Five it is.

You have the longest lashes. I'll have to keep that in mind for the next time I draw you. [He strokes his thumb over the curve of Viktor's eyebrow, watching him like he's trying to commit every molecule of him to memory.]

Next time...? You make a habit of that, do you?

[Well, if he kept this up, Jayce could have whatever weird hobby he wanted.]

Oh. Honestly I thought you'd noticed by now but -- yes? [He laughs, a little self conscious now that he's revealed what he thought was a known secret. But Viktor seems to like the way he's being pet, so Jayce continues stroking his face as he talks.]

I draw you, when I'm stuck on an idea. Something about trying to get the shading right on your nose or cheekbones helps me refocus.

That's...strangely charming, Jayce. [Enough for Viktor to lean over a little further for a kiss to his forehead.]

[Oh. Jayce's face softens at the kiss, his smile shifting to something a little bit mystified but undoubtedly pleased.] Would you let me draw you, some time? I mean -- I do anyway, but maybe sit for me.

Sorry. [He shakes his head a little with a nervous laugh, suddenly self conscious of his odd request] That's weird, you don't have to say yes.

You...would want to do something like that? [Not really judgmental so much as utterly mystified.] Why?

I know I said a lot of things when you were in my lap, but them being said in the heat of the moment doesn't make them not true. I find you breathtaking. All of you. Maybe you'll let me take a few pictures of you, one day.

Do not get too carried away. But...I would not mind, if you wanted to draw more than just some idle thing in your notes. It would be interesting, I think, to see myself the way you do.

Well. We do have a day off tomorrow, according to our team leader. [Viktor gets a teasing nose tap and a cheeky smile.] And I have my notebook and pencils. Maybe I'll take the opportunity to draw a few sketches of you.

And you can see how I see you.

Hm...I think I could allow that.

[A soft, brief laugh punctuated that, with a second light kiss pressed to that infuriatingly charming smile.]

But I expect at least some accuracy. Do not get too carried away.

Of course I'd be accurate. [What he doesn't say is how badly he wants to draw the curve of Viktor's spine, bolts and all. How he wants to make a map of his body and mark all the places he's kissed, all the places he wants to kiss.

Because, he's finding, that it's a tricky thing, to try and compliment Viktor. Some land, but if he pushes too hard, Viktor backs away.] I may miss a freckle or two the first few times, but I'll learn where all of them go soon enough.

Will you, now? I wonder if you'll need to cheeck a few more times. You may not have noticed all of them this time.

[Tricky, yes. Trickier, when Viktor was gauging how to flirt.]

I could make a chart. Map them out by limb. Or I could number them all. [His hand finds Viktor's cheek again, and he skims his thumb over the line of Viktor's lower lip.]

Hm...be careful with your suggestions, Jayce. I might just let you.

[He tilted his head into Jayce's hand with a softly contented noise before leaning down for a slow, lingering kiss.]

Oh? [He hums happily into the kiss, resting his hand against the back of Viktor's neck to keep him there.] What else would you let me do? Is it a long list?

It is one I am still compiling. However...hm, it is certainly not short.

Oh? [His fingers slide into Viktor's hair, toying with it gently. Winding the soft strands around his fingers and unwinding them over and over again.] Can I get a preview? A hint?

Mm... [Viktor's eyes fluttered closed under the affectionate touch, briefly forgetting how to speak as he practically melted against his partner.]

...anything. Everything. Whatever you wanted.

[That might be his favourite look on Viktor so far. Lashes long against his cheeks like that, lips parted just a little.

Exquisite.] That is also a very long list, I'll have you know.

Is it, now? How fortunate, then, that I am more than willing to work through it line by line.

[Jayce is already regretting having made this bet with Viktor. They're both stubborn, but Viktor might be moreso. And Janna knows Jayce is able to get distracted by the long line of Viktor's elegant neck --

No! No, he can't think of that. He needs to finish unpacking his bag and setting up his notebooks and pencils at his desk for the day. And absolutely not thinking of Viktor's neck.

Or his hands, his slender fingers and --

Oh he's fucked, isn't he?]

[Viktor was, as he had claimed, very patient. The other side of the coin from stubbornness, of course. But he was also more than willing to go to some effort to prove his point, and if summer weather in Piltover meant rolling up his sleeves to his elboows and forgoing a tie for a slightly open collar, well, it was hot out. Plausible deniability.]

[On the other hand, a couple days in and he was starting to get annoyed. Mostly at the lack of strong hands on an aching back and leg, more than anything else. But that was fine. He just had to wait it out a little longer, that much Viktor was sure of.]

Good morning. [Already hard at work, Viktor turned his head slightly to regard Jayce over his shoulder, loosened collar revealing an often hidden beauty mark on his throat.] Did you sleep well?

You know I didn't. [Gods, it's starting already. This early in the day and his sleeves are already up? Terrible.

The first day, Viktor had come in with his tie loosened and by the end of the day it was off. The second and third days started with no tie and the sleeves were rolled up by the end of the day. Today (day four, one day longer than Viktor's prediction), it looks like he's starting with no tie and rolled sleeves, and Jayce might well snap a pencil in half.]

How's your back?

A bit early for such a dismal mood, isn't it?

[It had been a process, of course. He couldn't just go all in from minute one, then there would be nowhere to escalate to. That said, he was running out of escalation. Admirable, really, to have lasted this long.]

It's fine, thank you. [It wasn't, but it had been worse.]

I'm not dismal, I'm just. I'm winning, is what I am. [He's absolutely not winning. He spent a long time in a very cold shower last night trying not to think about that damn beauty mark now visible on Viktor's neck, and failing utterly. And taking care of himself afterward had just felt empty and cold.

His drawings of Viktor in his notes have nearly doubled.] But it doesn't matter, because we've got work to do.

[And he's going to pull his tie off as well, tossing it in his bag. Not to try and even the playing field so much as he does, in fact, feel overwarm]

Mm, I'm sure. [Turning back to what he was working on as calm as anything. Off course Viktor had his own limits, but...well, clearly they were far further along than some people. Work before pleasure in all aspects, apparently.]

You are right, we do. I have already been here for some time.

[It's driving Jayce up an absolute wall, how cool and calm Viktor is able to be right now. As though they haven't had the most incredible intimate moments together over the last month. Exploring and learning and loving each other's bodies and sweet Janna he needs to concentrate on his notes.

He sighs and moves to the chalkboard to catch himself up on whatever Viktor's been up to this morning.] And what did you do, in some time? Any major breakthroughs?

It's been a very productive morning, actually. You made no less than two errors yesterday, in equations I have already corrected.

[Gesturing vaguely with one hand, without looking over his shoulder:] You will find them a bit to your left on the chalkboard.

[Jayce heaves a sigh and slams his open notebook on the table a little more forcefully than necessary. He thought he'd been so careful, too. So to hear that only was he suffering, but his work was a well, was immensely frustrating.] Can't imagine how I managed that.

There is no need to be so dramatic about it, Jayce. It is nothing which can not simply be corrected.

[Oh. He was definitely winning this.]

I'm not -- you're being dramatic, if anything. [He makes his best attempt at Viktor's accent (which isn't entirely successful, but the tone is there)] Oooh, I had to come in early to correct Jayce's mistakes.

[Dryly:] And that's just a bit hurtful.

I always come in early. The fact that it gave me time to notice your mistakes is merely incidental.

[Thank every god, a potential subject change, and he leaps on it ravenously.] I've been meaning to ask you about that, actually. I know your place is close and all but do you sleep ever? Or do you just nap in your chair for a few hours after I leave. You know that's not good for your back. Not just your back -- anyone's back. Bad for backs, generally speaking.

I sleep just fine, Jayce. [Viktor shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat at the reminder of an annoying, persistent ache.] I have slept here on occasion, but I usully do go home if I think I can manage it.

[That makes Jayce pause on his way to the chalkboard, glancing over his shoulder at his partner.] If you think you can get home? What does that mean, you can't get home some nights so you sleep here and make the problem worse?

[Lightly:] That's exactly what it means. Though 'worse' is debatable.

And you sleep where? No it -- it doesn't matter where because none of it would be good for your back or your leg, Viktor!

I am perfectly fine, Jayce. You are being overdramatic.

I think I'm being just the right amount of dramatic. I worry about you Vik -- [He moves to try and turn Viktor towards him, to bring him close, but pauses as his hand lands on his partner's waist.

And encompasses almost half of it. Which make short circuits his brain more than a little, especially with this stupid bet they have going on.]

I managed to take care of myself long before I met you, and I am certain I will continue t-...

[Viktor hesitated under the contact to his waist--gentle, compassionate, both things that very reliably set his heart rate quite a bit higher--then hesitated again at Jayce's expression.]

...What?

Sorry, I just didn't realize that, um. [Shaking a little, he sets his other hand against Viktor's waist as well. And with very little effort, his fingers meet at the small of Viktor's back and Jayce's knees wobble a little.]

Oh.

[On one hand, it was of vital importance to Viktor that he should be regarded as a capable individual--he was, of course, just with the occasional complication. On the other enormous hand currently encircling his waist, there was also immeasurable relief in simply not doing that. Letting someone else have control, letting himelf be turned into a shivering teary-eyed whimpering mess underneath him--]

[...Damn it. A miscalculation. Viktor realized he needed this far more than anticipated, but he'd already dug his heels in and refused to back down now. But if Jayce didn't fold in the next few minutes, Viktor doubted hs stubbornness would hold out.]

I thought it obvious I have always been smaller than you. [Nearly impossible to keep his voice steady, the lightest tremor lingered in what was supposed to be a casual response.] What of it? [Or, 'what are you going to do about it?']

Oh? [He hears that little tremble clear as a bell, even over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. He loves that tone, that slight shake to Viktor's voice that lets Jayce know when he's hit exactly the right spot and should linger there for a while until he has Viktor begging and --

Steady on.

He brushes his thumbs back and forth over Viktor's stomach, glancing from his clasped hands up to Viktor's face. Trying to look for his usual tells.] I think you like that you're smaller than me. I know I do.

I do not like or dislike it--there is little point in concerning oneself over a simple objective fact.

[He liked it quite a lot in the right contexts. There was a lot to be said for either giving or taking control in such situations; knowing a thin and powerless form could still have the man before him utterly in shambles in a matter of minutes. Knowing that fragile body would be treated like an object of reverence in turn.]

[Janna's fucking mercy.]

[Viktor's free hand dropped to the edge of the desk behind him, white-knuckled grip betraying his best attempt at a poker face. Do not fold or you'll never live it down.]

I think you do. [He can't hide the way his own voice shakes and cracks, the way he shifts into Viktor's pace. Craving it after having been denied it for what feels like lifetimes, at this point. He knows there's a beauty mark just above Viktor's collarbone that, if Jayce placed his mouth there, would absolutely make Viktor fall apart.

But that would be folding first, wouldn't it?] I think you like that if I wanted to, right now, I could lift you onto your desk, spread you out, and worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped.

[Gods, he was playing dirty in every sense of the word.]

And I think you are going against the terms of our agreement, Jayce. I seem to recall we agreed unneccessary touch was cheating.

[But two could play that game. And what wasn't technically 'touch' was the way Viktor hooked the handle of his cane over the back of Jayce's neck, tugging him down to eye level with a sharp and sudden movement. Daring him to do anything more than that, staring him down with a stubborn authority.]

But I also think you know that, do you not?

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I was getting your attention. It was necessary when it --

[But then both his words and his higher brain functions are cut short as Viktor uses his fucking cane like that to tug him down and he can hear the leather of Viktor's back brace creak under his grip with the way it tightens.]

When it -- started. You, you. You -- [Get it back together, Jayce, gods.] You cheated first. This three day strip tease you've been working on?

It's summer. You can not prove I am changing anything for any reason other than simple discomfort.

[Confident the situation was back under his control, the smirk that tugged at Viktor's mouth was nothing short of devious.]

Besides, I do not see how it matters. The only thing I ever needed to do was speak and you would collapse like a faulty prototype.

[Admittedly, the reverse was also very likely true.]

Is that wrong, my brilliant partner?

[He's truly fighting for his life here, between the pressure of the cane against the back of his neck and that stupid smirk on Viktor's face and the warmth of his body under Jayce's hands.

And then Viktor calls him partner. Not just partner but his partner, and Jayce makes an undignified noise in the back of his throat that he will deny to his dying day.]

I made it longer than you said I would. [It's a desperate, flailing attempt. Grasping at straws, but by Janna he's trying.]

You did. [Unfortunately, in saying as much Jayce had lined himself up for the killshot. In a low voice with their faces mere inches apart, Viktor set himself to proving his point:]

I'm impressed. You have done very well, lásko. Any longer, and I might have given up--but I think we both know you want me screaming your name far more than you want to win this little wager, no?

I hate you. [He absolutely does not. The furthest from it, but Viktor using that sweet little pet name on him has him stepping closer, one leg between Viktor's. Sharing his breath and letting that low voice wash over him.

But he does have one last idea. And if this fails, he'll concede.

He doesn't kiss Viktor. Instead, he rests their foreheads together, his breath coming in short, sharp pants against Viktor's mouth.]

You are a worse liar than I am--

[And then he froze under a gesture that was both unexpected and honest-to-Janna sacred, as meaningful as a kiss and also a thousand things more. The cane clattered against the floor as Viktor's trembling hands fell to Jayce's arms in a hesitant, careful touch; his own breath shaky and uncertain as he struggled to decide on a reaction like some universal reset button had just been pressed.]

A-ah...Jayce, you...

Hey. [His voice drops into something low and undoubtedly tender. Not sultry like Viktor had been but softer. Sweeter, almost. He smiles and his grip on Viktor's waist relaxes a little. More supportive than grasping, now.]

...gods, it took you long enough.

[Concluding (after a brief reboot) that Jayce had in fact kissed him first, those unsteady hands wrapped around his collar and pulled, into a kiss like Viktor had just found water after a week in the desert.]

[In his mind, Viktor was the one to kiss first. No question about it. The second those trembling hands pulled him in, Jayce felt like he'd won. The neediness behind that kiss matches Jayce's own, and his hand slides down the back of Viktor's braced leg, gripping the thigh and carefully hiking it over his hip to try and pull him closer.]

[They would, in fact, be arguing about this for weeks. Not that it mattered right now, and in fact very little mattered to Viktor at the present moment. His arms--fortunately a good deal stronger than the rest of him--moved around Jayce's shoulders for support as he pulled himself up, hooking both legs around his partner's waist with a soft moan into his mouth.]

[Jayce makes a small noise of surprise at both legs now being around his waist, but he's quick to grip Viktor's thighs and rest him against the edge of the desk for at least some extra support because the way Viktor is hauling him around makes him feel more than a little weak in the knees.]

I really thought I could make it a week. [He laughs softly, nosing at Viktor's cheek playfully, down to nip at his jaw.] But then I saw the hollow of your throat and remembered what it tasted like and it all fell apart.

You held out longer than I expected. [Humming softly in contentment, Viktor tilted his head back and slid a hand into Jayce's hair.] I honestly thought losing the tie would make you give up sooner.

Gods, I do love your neck. [Every exposed freckle and beauty mark is granted a warm kiss as Jayce works his way down to the hollow of his throat to dip his tongue into that crease, licking at the saltsweet taste of him with a sigh like he's been holding his breath these past four days.]

But I was determined. And then I saw your wrists today, fuck.

Mmn...you're so good to me. [A small shudder at the attention to his neck, Viktor's other hand trailing from arm to shoulders in feather-light touches of delicate fingertips.]

Of course...we can not very well back down after setting our minds to something, yes?

I love being good to you. I'd worship your body constantly, if I could. [Which might be an exaggeration from someone else, but not only is it Jayce, it's about Viktor, which means it is emphatically true.]

I could be good to you right now. I could lock the door, get on my knees, and be very good to you, if you wanted.

Is that what you want, Jayce? Piltover's favorite son brought to his knees for me, praised with every breath in all the ways you deserve?

[His nails scratched lightly as the hand in Jayce's hair tightened, pulling him into a sharp, demanding kiss with the edge of a bite to it.]

What are you waiting for?

[He's about to mention how much he loves it when Viktor uses his nails like that, but then Viktor says that and it's a miracle Jayce's knees don't buckle then and there.

One hand shoots out to brace against the table next to Viktor to try and steady himself, and he whines pathetically into Viktor's mouth.]

Fu-uhck Viktor, you can't just say that.

I told you, did I not? I would not have even needed to touch you in order to make you give up.

[Viktor pulled back by inches, mischievous smirk on his face as he let his hands fall away.]

Now, put me down and make sure the door is locked.

If you keep ordering me around like that, I might forget to lock the door. [But he does dutifully set Viktor down on the desk, stealing one more needy kiss before he forces himself to move back and make sure the door is locked.

While he has the chance to, he leans against the door a little to catch his breath. Watching Viktor from across the room for a moment.] Janna's mercy, look at you. Do you have any idea how badly I want to cover your neck in bruises all the time? It's so hard to keep it below the collar.

You would like that, wouldn't you? [Tilting his head slightly, watching Jayce with the kind of look that always meant trouble.] Marked like all of your notes, so there would be no doubt of whose work was on display?

[Viktor rolled his eyes like he wouldn't have loved that on some level.]

Typical. The average Piltovan ego defies measurement.

Less marked and more I can't keep my hands and mouth off you, and there's a freckle just below your jaw that's begging to be bitten. [He pushes off the door, forcing himself to take slow steps so he's not immediately back at Viktor's side like he so longs to be.]

What would be even better though, is having your marks on me, instead. So it's clear to everyone just who I belong to.

Well, I would be lying if I said that was not an appealing thought.

[Viktor held out a thin hand, both silently asking for Jayce's own and also beckoning him closer.]

This whole city adores you, Jayce. You could have anything and anyone you wanted. It is terribly annoying they can not know you chose me instead.

[Jayce takes that hand, happily, and presses a kiss to each of Viktor's fingertips, ending with a lingering kiss to his palm and holding his gaze the whole time. It does bother him that Viktor doesn't want to risk anyone knowing about the nature of their relationship. There are others in Piltover, and he suspects in Zaun as well, who are more open about such things.

But he's not ready, he's nervous, and Jayce won't push it for now.]

I think anyone who's seen us together knows I'm your partner. That I belong to you. They just don't know how deep that goes.

[Their work took precedence to Viktor in all things--within reason. Jeopardizing that with the kind of rumors that would run wild through Piltover over such a relationship was unthinkable. Besides that--Viktor didn't have a notable reputation to damage, but Jayce certainly did. A scientific collaboration was one thing, but a romantic entanglement with a Zaunite would discredit him faster than one could say 'trencher'.]

[...So admittedly, he envied Jayce's perspective where things were so much more straightforward, and elected not to argue with it by pointing out Viktor all but lived in his shadow. That was fine, and he didn't honestly mind the lack of publicity. All that mattered was right in front of him, thin fingers curling around Jayce's hand in a light and gentle squeeze.]

You belong to me, hm? A little dramatic, don't you think?

[It's good, then, that Viktor is there to hold him steady. To be that voice of reason. Because he would without question or second thought throw it all away if it meant he and Viktor were together, in the end.

He keeps their fingers twined and their hands joined as he steps between Viktor's legs again, pressing a tender kiss to the beauty mark at the corner of his mouth. The neediness has dissipated a little in the moments he was locking the door, but the heat still lingers.]

Maybe. Probably. But I do. Every part of me, mind and body, is yours. If you want it.

Of course I do, Jayce. I want everything you are willing to give me.

[And he'd treat all of it like the priceless gift his partner was, other arm draped loosely over Jayce's shoulders as he answered with a slow, gentle kiss of his own.]

I may not have much in turn, but all of it was only ever yours.

I thought I'd made it fairly clear how much I love your body. All of it. [And he hopes the way he sets his hand against Viktor's waist, where he knows the back brace sits, helps to underline his point.

Every piece of Viktor is a treasure, and he will treat it as such.] But I'll keep worshiping you until you finally start to believe me.

[What little confidence he'd had throughout all of this flaked away like the thin mask it was, Viktor pulling him closer to hide his face against his partner's neck.]

...very well. Present an argument, then.

[Tenderly, Jayce cradles the back of Viktor's head, allowing him to take shelter against his neck. If Viktor needs to hide right now, that's okay. Jayce can accommodate that.

Slowly, he strokes his fingers through Viktor's hair, pressing a few soft kisses to the top of his head and giving their joined hands a squeeze.] Well. Unfortunately, I can't really make my argument here, in the lab. Even with the door locked, it might be a bit risky.

But I could tell you what it might be, if I were able to do it.

Your plans are as ambitious as that? Perhaps I should expect no less.

[Viktor hummed softly in contentment, a thin smile coming to his face.]

Very well. As your partner, I will hear what you have in mind to prove your point.

Well, you know me. I always shoot for the stars. But I say that because the first thing I would want to do is to help you out of your braces, and put my mouth on every mark and line they leave behind. Soothe those places with my hands, if you'll let me.

Because I love all those places, too. [A statement that he punctuates with a kiss to the side of Viktor's face.] I find all those places worthy of worship, whether you do or not.

You...you do not have to, you know. I mean--there is no expectation to make me feel better about what must be an unpleasant sight.

[Which was about as far as he argued, squeezing Jayce's hand gently.]

...But I would...not object to that.

I know I don't have to. But I want to. Not because I'm trying to make you feel better, but because I enjoy it.

[Another kiss, softly reassuring to his temple.] It's not unpleasant. Not to me. I wear gloves with tight fastenings when I'm working in the Forge, and sometimes they leave marks on my arms. To me, it looks the same. And it's just as kissable as the rest of you.

Flatterer. [A softly huffed out shadow of a laugh, followed by a light brush of a kiss to Jayce's neck.]

...It does tend to ache, after wearing them all day. Just a little help would not be the worst thing, I think.

Then I'm happy to do that. [He turns his head to catch Viktor's mouth, the kiss so light it's almost chaste.]

My other plan would be to use the map I made of your freckles and carefully revisit each and every one, head to toe. As slowly as either of us could stand it.

If I did not have an accurate grasp of your patience--or lack thereof--I would be tempted to consider that a form of torture.

I lasted two whole days longer than you thought I would, need I remind you? [Though to Viktor's point, the hand at his waist is tugging at the hem of his shirt in order to slip his fingers underneath and tease over the bare skin where the gap in his brace is.]

Yes, though you still fell quite short of the initial--

[Semantics cut off in a quiet gasp, Viktor immediately leaning into the touch of warm hands against cool skin.]

The initial what? What were you about to say? [Now it's his turn to smirk, as he strokes his fingertips back and forth against Viktor's side. Maybe he did fold under the onslaught of Viktor's exposed neck and wrists, but two can play at that game.]

...you are impatient and terrible, I hope you know that.

[Practically humming as much against his throat in a way that sounded remarkably like praise, Viktor tried and failed to repress a small smile.]

And if I told you I got myself off these past few nights, thinking about how amazing it was going to feel to be able to touch you again? [His smirk widens a little, flashing a hint of one of his pointed canines.]

Would that also be terrible?

Impatient. [He repeated himself with the smallest nip to Jayce's neck, a teasing bite from sharp and crooked teeth.]

No wonder it took you longer than expected to give up, even with my best efforts. And here I was, wondering if you might not find me as attractive as you always say you do.

[Viktor's side gets a light pinch, and Jayce gives his partner his very best sad eyes.] It was torture without you, are you kidding? It was like being back before we kissed, when I could only look at you all day. Admire you from afar, unable to touch.

Now, now, you should not lie to spare my feelings. You think I'm repulsive, of course.

[Viktor laughed softly against Jayce's ear, tone light and teasing.]

I've missed you, too.

Viktor. [He huffs a sigh and buries his nose against Viktor's neck, inhaling deeply. Exhaling slowly because gods he's missed his scent up close like this. He works his thumb up under the leather of the brace, trying to get more of him.]

I could never. I never have, that hasn't changed in four days.

I am only joking, lásko. You have made no secret of what you actually think of me.

[As usual, he smelled vaguely of overly-sweetened anise and the metal of the lab, stroling a hand through Jayce's hair with the gentle scrape of nails against skin.]

It would be impossible to forget your stance on the matter.

Some day, I'm going to find out what all those little words mean. I'm going to buy a dictionary, and then you'll be in trouble. [But the threat is dampened, as it's muffled against Viktor's neck, and Jayce's words slur a little as he's pet.

He might follow through on that threat, some day. But he also likes, a little, that Viktor can express himself more deeply without fear of Jayce knowing what he says. He likes the mystery of it.]

I will eagerly anticipate you learning an entire language solely to catch me off guard.

[Which sounded like an entirely sincere statement, because it was.]

Chci s tebou strávit zbytek života.

Histsiteh -- I'm not even close, am I? I'll work on it, I'll keep trying.

Gods, I missed your fingers in my hair, just like this. I missed your hands. I think I'm addicted to your touch.

Not even a little. But the attempt is charming, I think.

[Encouraged by the open praise, Viktor brought both hands to his partner's face, stroking a gentle touch under his eye before leaning in for a slow, deliberate kiss. Still perfectly willing to take all the time in the world, just to prove the point that he could.]

[Oh, oh, oh. He loves these kisses, perhaps most of all. Kissing for the sake of kissing, taking their time with it. And he loves the feeling of Viktor's cool fingers against his cheek, brushing the sensitive skin under his eyes.

With one hand still at Viktor's waist, the other slides along his good thigh, up to squeeze his hip. Touching because he can, now.]

[Viktor let out a quiet and contented sigh, mouth falling open to pull Jayce in closer--like he wanted to crawl into the other man's ribcage and live somewhere in the vicinity of his heart. Probably not a thought one should have voiced.]

[That one good leg hooked around Jayce's waist again, one hand wandering to his chest while the other moved to pull at his hair in just the way Viktor knew his partner loved.]

[But Jayce feels exactly the same way. The urge to crack open Viktor's chest and curl up inside him to be as close as physically possible is overwhelming at times. The feeling of his heart melting and trickling down his ribcage whenever Viktor looks at him with that tender expression. It's insane and possibly unhealthy but he has no interest in stopping.

He whimpers and slides his tongue into Viktor's mouth like the other man is his only source of water, of oxygen, gripping the back of his thigh to keep it wrapped around him just like this.]

[A low moan in the back of Viktor's throat sharpened into something that was almost a whine, needy and desperate. After a second he pulled sharply on Jayce's hair, forcing him to tilt his head back for a line of kisses down his throat, with just a hint of a bite the lower he went.]

Vypadáš nádherně--you're beautiful.

[As much as he'd grown to enjoy being cared for attentively, Viktor loved this; asserting himself as fully in control but simultaneously treating Jayce exactly the way his partner wanted. A little rough affection littered with praise, and he'd fall apart.]

Oh -- you absolutely gorgeous menace. [It's a breathless sort of declaration as his head gets tugged back and Viktor goes for his neck. It takes him a moment to get his arm working, but he reaches up to tug his tie loose, tossing it on the table behind where Viktor is setting.

He loves this. Loves the sweetly desperate noises Viktor makes when they're together like this, the echoes of which he hears in his little hums and sighs throughout the day and it drives him crazy. Loves even more when Viktor is assertive with him like this. Moving him around with a tug of his hand or a nudge of his hip.

A thought occurs to him, and -- ] You could. You could leave marks, I think. Where people could see. If I'm the only one that has them, they won't ask questions about where they came from.

Mm, I dont think so. [Hummed in a teasing mockery of thoughtfulness, against the hollow of his throat.] Only one of us having visible marks, I can not say I like that.

[The hand not in Jayce's hair came up to loosen his collar a little further, Viktor's mouth quickly occupied by all the attention those sharp teeth were now giving his partner's collarbone.]

People might think someone other than me left them there.

No? [There's a note of confusion at first, but then Viktor's explanation, his casual possessiveness draws a long, low whine from Jayce, his hands flexing where they're clutching at Viktor's body.

Wasn't he the one doing the teasing just moments ago? How quickly his partner is able to turn things on him. Terrible. He wouldn't have it any other way.] Gods, Viktor, I can't think straight when you do that.

Can't you? Here I believed you to work well under pressure.

[Viktor had a talent for adapting, and he would gladly use it for evil in this case.]

I -- am but slightly less so when that pressure is your teeth in my throat. [And elsewhere, if Viktor cares to glance down.] I'm following you home tonight and I am going to spread you out and take my time with you.

Is that a threat or a promise, Jayce? And what are you planning to do right now, rather than later tonight?

[He dropped the hand in Jayce's hair to rest along the side of his neck, humming a soft devilish chuckle against the other side before lingering on the juncture of neck and shoulder with every intention to leave a mark with that terrible mouth of his.]

Fuck I don't know, I dunno. I can't think. [All he can do is whine and twist his fingers in Viktor's hair, arching into the bite with a noise that's almost pathetically desperate.]

Yes, you can. [Smirking as he practically hummed that against his partner's skin.] You're possessed of the most brilliant mind I know--other than mine, of course. So why don't you focus and figure out what it is you are going to do next?

Love having your marks on me. I press my fingers against them, when I'm by myself. Must've done it a hundred times, these past few days. [Which isn't an answer to Viktor's question, and he's getting off track again.

He takes a breath to try and focus beyond Viktor's teeth on his heated skin.] I was going to get on my knees for you. Worship you with my mouth.

You should leave a few more marks yourself, Jayce. Reminders of who we both belong to.

[Viktor pressed a soft kiss to the blossoming mark he'd left, hands wandering along Jayce's sides.]

I told you that you could focus, my sweet boy. You can do anything you want to me.

[And then Viktor calls him that, and Jayce is lost again. He looks at Viktor with wide, liquid amber eyes, mouth dropping open just a little.] Am I? Your sweet boy?

My good, perfect boy. [Spoken with a look that was a little less wicked for the gentle tenderness creeping into it. Teasing, but in a way that was wholeheartedly sincere.] Will you kiss me first?

[Jayce sighs something affirmative, sliding his hands over the insides of Viktor's thighs as he leans in to press their mouths together. Oh, he'll never get over that. Being Viktor's good, perfect boy. He's pretty sure he'd do just about anything to hear that.]

[Gods, he really made it too easy. But that was nice, in its own way. Viktor liked to be sure his partner knew how valued he was, and if that information made him melt faster than ice in a forge then that was just a bonus. He murmured wordless contentment into Jayce's mouth, tugging him even closer with hands curled into that loosened collar.]

[Without exception, all living things had an expiration date. The catch was that most people didn't know when it was--Viktor, however, was not most people. He had known for much longer than he wanted to admit that his life would be a short one; facing the sharp reality of that knowledge was quite another thing. Even if he hadn't dared acknowledge it, he felt the way every breath pulled harsher and harsher in his chest. Felt a thousand small aches and pains worsening like shards of glass running through his blood, the constant exhaustion that pressed in closer and closer like an unbearable weight slowly crushing him. But he refused to admit he already knew the truth of the matter, would act like he was unaware of that everpresent threat of time abruptly running out.]

[Right up until the night he collapsed in the lab and woke up in the hospital.]

[Because the secret was well and truly out at that point, wasn't it? All he could bring himself to do was ask how long do I have in resignation as a teary-eyed Jayce stumbled through trying to tell Viktor something he already knew. (Another thing he refused to think about: how had he gotten there from the lab?) Ultimately, a year was the optimistic estimate--Viktor himself presumed that really meant six months at best. Doctors were infuriating like that, cushioning harsh reality with faint possibility.]

I'm fine, Jayce.

[Which brought them to right now--a day or two later, he wasn't sure with how time had blurred together--his far too caring partner insistent on seeing Viktor home safely. As the door to his apartment (modest, laden with the books and organized chaos of a scholar) closed behind them, Viktor said as much calmly but with an insistent edge. It wasn't necessary, he didn't need to be looked after like he was a child or otherwise incapable. Besides, Jayce had a whole life ahead of him and a beautiful Councilor to spend it with. Why waste any more time here?]

There is no need for you to stay here.

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[Jayce had barely slept since finding Viktor in the lab that night. Guilt has been gnawing at him since then -- he should have known, he should have seen this coming. Had Viktor been slowing down at all? Breathing harder, leaning more on his cane, favouring his back more? What else had he missed?

And the night with Mel... it was lovely, but shouldn't have happened. She's brilliant and beautiful and a wonderful friend, but it's not where his heart is.

His heart is here, with his partner. Who seems to be fussing at him already.] What? No, of course I'm staying. The doctor said it will be another few days before you're back fully on your feet.

Yes, and reluctant as I am to stay out of the lab, I remain perfectly capable of doing so without supervision.

[It was easier this way, honestly. Push back as hard as he could; distance between them now would hurt much less later.]

Wrong again, because I'll bring the lab to you! [Already, he's guiding Viktor with a careful hand at his mid-back towards the sofa so he can at least sit down.] I need to run out in a little bit anyway, and I can at least pick up our most recent notes from the lab while I'm out.

My mom made you a bunch of food, and if you say no you'll upset her, not me, so consider your options carefully.

[He let himself be guided without complaint on that front, at least--truthfully, he was exhausted. And truthfully (selfishly), some part of him desperately wanted that casual touch right now.]

I believe we are having some manner of miscommunication. While your help as well as your mother's is truly appreciated, I do not require it. You can leave me alone without worrying that anything else will happen.

No you're communicating clearly, I'm just disagreeing with you. [He sits next to Viktor, crowding close despite all the room left on the sofa. Their knees are touching, as are their shoulders, but they still feel too far away.

So to fix this he rests his hand on Viktor's knee, heaving an exhausted sigh.] I thought I lost you that night. When I carried you to the doctor, you were barely breathing.

You might not need me here. But I need to be here.

...

[What could he possibly say to argue with that? What little fight was in Viktor immediately left him, silently refusing to look at Jayce but not pushing his hand away.]

...I did not want you to see me like that. Or even like this.

I understand. But I did. Gods, Viktor, I barely left that room the entire time. I didn't want to be gone, if --

[He breaks off with a choked noise, and he digs the fingers of his free hand into the sofa cushion to avoid gripping Viktor too tight.] I've missed too much already.

[Still quiet, he laid a thin and chilled hand over Jayce's own. Always so much warmer, full of life and vitality--enviable, really.]

...you can stay, but I do not need or want to be taken care of. Neither of us really wants to subject ourselves to that.

I can do that. It's a good compromise. I'll stay, but I won't do anything for you unless it's asked for.

Aside from my mom's food. [There's a wry sort of laugh there.] Some things cannot be stopped.

[He hummed quietly in acknowledgement, but said little else at first. This was a mistake, but there would be no convincing Jayce of that. And Viktor just didn't have it in him to be any harsher in effort to put distance between them for both their sake.]

...It is not my intention to sound ungrateful. That is not the case. I would just prefer to contend with this alone.

I know you can. Of course you can, you have before. But you know you don't need to this time, right?

[He turns his hand so their palms are touching, slotting his fingers into the spaces between Viktor's to link their hands] I'm so sorry I didn't realize what was going on until you -- until that night. I should have paid better attention. I will, from now on.

You did not know because I did not want you to. Because it was not relevant, and then because I knew you would only worry when we both have our work to focus on.

[Still, he couldn't bring himself to look over, hand sitting loosely in Jayce's own.]

I do not expect or want to be the subject of your attention when we both have more important things requiring it.

Viktor. [It's quietly insistent and deeply heartfelt, his brow furrowing in both concern and frustration.]

You are important.

Do not be ridiculous. We both have work to do, I am not about to take precedence over that.

You can't work if you're dead! [It comes out snappish and frantic, more than a little desperate. Jayce's innermost worries tumbling helplessly out of him.]

Sorry, I -- That's not what I meant to say.

[Dryly:] ...Well, you're right. That is exactly why I do not see the value in wasting precious time worrying when we could be doing anything else.

That is... emphatically not what I meant, either. Viktor -- [He huffs a frustrated sigh, turning a little to try and address his partner more directly.] I know you know I feel about our work. You've known since the day you found me.

But I don't want you assume for one moment that I don't care about you and your wellbeing just as much.

I did not say as much, Jayce. [Stubbornly, he turned his head a little further in his refusal to make eye contact.]

I know that you do. I am saying you should not prioritize me when there are more pressing issues at hand. Between the Council, our own work, and anything else going on, I do not need or want my condition to be a distraction for either of us.

The Council? [He draws back a little, the slant of his eyebrows forming deep lines in his forehead.] Fuck them, I'd sooner quit the Council than risk not being there for you.

Which -- [He holds up a hand before Viktor can dismiss the sentiment yet again.] I heard what you said. But I don't know how long you were lying there, Viktor. If I'd been too late --

What-? [Viktor's head snapped up in a sudden turn, looking straight at Jayce with something between exhaustion and indignation. The dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced than ever, an irritated scowl worn into the lines on his face.]

Then the same thing would have happened that will happen regardless. You can not just--Jayce, you are one of the only people in that room that gives a damn about anything other than themselves. If you walk away from that, nothing is ever going to improve.

I could pass our thoughts onto Councilor Medarda and she can implement them. It's taking me away from the lab, it's taking me away from you. I could still do good, just -- from a distance.

[But the expression on Viktor's face causes him an almost physical pain, and he scrubs his hands over his face. When he speaks again, he sounds small. Tired.] If it means that much to you...

For the love of--Jayce, we promised we would help people. Improve lives, the world, whatever we could. Why-...

[His voice hitched unpleasantly in his throat, and Viktor looked away again with a faint scowl.]

...you...you should stay. With her, with the Council. I will not have you risk everything over something temporary.

[He looks up so quickly the muscles of his neck snap almost audibly, expression confused.] With her? What do you mean?

...Really? We are pretending you two do not make starry eyes at each other whenever you are in a room together? I saw the two of you do as much the night we met, for Janna's sake.

She's... [Another sigh. He'd been concerned that Viktor might be angry with him. That he knew somehow where he was that night that he collapsed, and the idea of it upset him.]

She's intelligent, and attractive. I can't deny that. But she's a friend, that's all. What I have with you means more than all that.

[He was angry, of course, but not about that. Those circumstances were out of anyone's control; it didn't matter where Jayce had been or what he had been doing, in Viktor's own mind. There was no reason to fault him for that.]

[What he could fault was this absolute stupidity. Quitting the Council over something like this, when staying could present opportunities to affect real and significant change? Absurd.]

There is no reason to defend yourself, Jayce. I am saying you will be better off staying where you are. At least then you will have some kind of purpose to focus on rather than an empty lab to return to in the future.

[He pulls away, standing and pacing over to the window instead. He's thrumming with anxious energy and needs to move somehow.]

I wish you would stop talking like you're going to drop dead tomorrow. Janna's mercy, Viktor, just because you've accepted your death doesn't mean I have!

...

Is it so objectionable that I want to know you will not be left alone if and when the worst should happen?

That's not fair to either of us, Viktor. Or to her, honestly. There is -- a mutual physical attraction, sure. But that's not where my heart lies. It wouldn't feel right to lean on her like that, knowing I don't feel the way she might want me to.

Fine, but the point stands. I do not expect you to quit the Council and drop everything for a temporary problem.

Viktor I swear sometimes you are so stubborn -- [In three long strides he's across the room and cupping his hands over either side of Viktor's face to draw him up into a heated, bordering on desperate kiss]

What are y- [That was all he managed to get out except for the abrupt gasp of surprise that was swiftly interrupted, gold eyes wide with shock as Viktor's mind raced with something like panic--we can't, he can't do this, what is he thinking, this is just going to hurt him--before going abruptly blank.]

[Because of course he wanted this, no matter how terrible an idea. No matter how much it was going to hurt the one person who mattered, selfish as Viktor was he still wanted it. He needed this warmth and contact now more than ever--thin and trembling fingers twisting in Jayce's collar, a soft and desperate whine vibrating in the back of his throat. Please. Please don't leave me alone.]

[One knee goes to the sofa cushion so he can support himself without taking his hands off of Viktor, and he needs to be closer right now. He should have done this ages ago. He should have done this while they were floating that night, and every night since.

There's a moment of worry, of doubt, but then Viktor is pulling him close and oh sweet mercy that noise. Even if this doesn't go beyond today, at least he'll have that noise and the feeling of Viktor's mouth against his to remember.]

Jayce- [Barely louder than a whisper, soft and insistent against his partner's mouth as Viktor tried as hard as he could to formulate an argument. Or any real coherent thought at all, half-lidded eyes trying to keep some semblance of focus.] -you shouldn't-...I-...

[Logic was desperately trying to get desire in a headlock and stop this before it started, with limited success judging by how any objection faltered in quietly shuddering breaths.]

Maybe not. [He can feel Viktor's breath against his mouth, and he decides then and there that this is worth everything. He strokes the backs of his fingers over his partner's cheek, pulling away only a little to try and judge his expression. Seeking answers that don't quite have questions.]

But this is what I meant. This is where my affection lies. Here, with you.

I...

[Slowly, Viktor forced himself to let go of Jayce's collar; turning his head and lowering his eyes rather than look at him.]

I can not let you do this. For your own sake, just stop this now before one of us does something you will regret later.

With all due respect, Viktor? Fuck "can". [He laughs, a little breathless, a little giddy, and tucks a wayward piece of hair behind Viktor's ear.] I want to do this.

I'd regret it more if we didn't try.

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...

[Viktor couldn't bring himself to look up, because he knew he'd give in the second he did. Eyes closed and mouth pressed into a thin, trembling line, when he finally spoke it was in quiet words on the brink of shattering like glass.]

Please. Do not do this to yourself. You can do so much better than...than something broken- [His voice cracked under what felt like the pressure of everything collapsing in on him, Viktor pressing a hand to his mouth as if trying to silence it.]

Viktor... [He says the name like it's a treasure, like it's something as precious to him as one of his crystals. Slowly, he moves to sit next to Viktor again, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.]

You might be -- [Dying, he can't quite say.] You might be sick, but I don't think you're broken. Not to me, anyway.

...don't be ridiculous. I am not--I have never been-... [good enough.]

You can not possibly truly want this.

I didn't leave your side the whole time you were in the hospital, Viktor, and I don't plan on doing so now. [He occupies his nervous energy by toying with Viktor's fingers. The ones he's watched so many times, gesturing while he talks.]

Why don't we do it this way. I had planned on staying a few days until you feel more ready to be back in the lab. The doctor suggested at least another two or three days of rest, anyway.

If, by the end of that, I discover this isn't what I want, I'll make my decision then. That's a more scientific approach, don't you think? [It's a little needling, and it's said with a slightly wry smile.]

... [Still, he didn't look up--quickly swiping the back of his other hand across his eyes as he tried to find some stability to his voice.]

...fine. Fine. I...would not hate the company, at least. If you want to stay that badly, I will not stop you.

Well I'm glad you wouldn't hate my company. [He nudges his shoulder against Viktor's teasingly.] Besides, who else could bring you my mom's sopita de estrellitas? It's um -- it's like a tomato soup with little star shaped noodles.

She makes it for me whenever I'm not feeling well. Says it can cure anything.

[Despite the weight of his own fears and miserable uncertainties...Viktor's mouth twitched into the smallest hint of an exhausted smile.]

That...does sound nice, actually.

[That smile warms something at the centre of his chest, and he presses a small kiss to Viktor's fingertips.] Then... that's what we'll do. Neither of us have to make a decision either way, for a while.

[Viktor shifted uncomfortably, daring to lean on his partner's shoulder just slightly. He couldn't let this happen, but...gods, he wanted it to.]

I think right now I am just...tired, Jayce.

[Jayce looks rather embarrassed, remembering suddenly why they're here in the first place.] Oh -- gods, of course you are. Here I am rambling away at you. I need to run out and get a few things, but let's get you comfortable, first.

If you tell me where your sheets and things are, I can get your bed ready.

No--no it's fine. I would rather take care of it on my own. You should go do whatever it is you need to, I will be fine for a while.

I'm trusting you on this. [He's trying to lighten to mood a little. A bit of silliness for the sake of some levity after the strain of the past few days.] But if I come back and you fainted again, I'm going to be extremely upset.

You worry too much. I think I will be able to manage without you for a short while, somehow.

I worry the correct amount. I ran tests and gathered data, that's my conclusion. [There's a temptation to kiss Viktor somehow as he stands. On the cheek, or the forehead perhaps. He settles for passing a hand over his partner's hair, ruffling it lightly.]

Any requests, while I'm out? Not necessarily something you need, but something you might want.

[Viktor frowned in what was more a token attempt at annoyance rather than anything serious, rolling his eyes.]

No, there is nothing I can think of.

I'll be back, then. With an overnight bag for me, sopita for you -- and Janna knows probably a bunch of other food. Her personal tea blend, certainly, that she won't even tell me how to make.

So remember! [He grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder.] I'm not spoiling you, my mom is. So you're obligated to accept it.

I will be here when you get back, and decidedly not on the floor.

[True to his word, however long it took Jayce to get back, Viktor would be found in his room--or rather, he'd find a pile of blankets in the vague shape of someone curled up underneath them in the characteristic way of feeling particularly unwell, back and leg braces lying across a nearby chair.]

[When Jayce returns, he brings with him his usual messenger bag, plus a small duffle with a few changes of clothes and some essentials. In his arms are two large paper grocery bags filled with containers of the promised sopita, a few tins of Ximena's powdered tea mix, and a variety of meals in small containers that are easy to reheat. Jayce didn't count, but he suspects there's enough food to last for almost two weeks.

Everything gets put away in the fridge, and Jayce's back gets set on the sofa to deal with later. When he peeks into Viktor's bedroom, he sees the blanket lump.] Hmm. Well, mysterious blanket pile, have you seen Viktor?

[There was a wordless mumble of affirmation, the blanket shifting like it was curling in on itself a little further. Probably a worse day than Viktor had been letting on, or one that had caught up to him.]

Hey... [He moves into the room a little, reaching out to touch what he's fairly certain is the top of Viktor's head.] I can make you tea, if you want it. And the doctor sent you home with some painkillers...

...m'just tired. [A hand reached out at the sound of a hoarsely muttered answer, curling loosely around Jayce's wrist.]

...sorry. If I made you think...that I didn't feel the same.

Oh -- hey, now. [Carefully, he sits on the edge of the bed, turning their hands a little so he can take Viktor's hand properly.] I shouldn't have put all that on you right now.

Mm...it's fine. I just...

[He squeezed Jayce's hand, just slightly.]

...do not want to hurt you. You deserve more than that.

Just keep being honest with me. That's all I need. That's all I ever need you to be, I promise.

...

I would like it if you stayed here. Please.

Of course I will. As long as you want me to, I'll stay. [He hesitates for only a moment before pressing a kiss to the back of Viktor's hand]

[Viktor emerged partially from the pile of blankets; hair a mess, pale and with eyes he would determinedly ignore were a little redder than they had been before Jayce left.]

I...am sorry to have made you worry so much about me.

I always worry. My mom says it makes my eyebrows wrinkle. [He wraps an arm around whatever part of Viktor has emerged from the blankets, nuzzling affectionately at his hair.]

I worry because this isn't something I know how to fix.

[He straightened up with some effort, only to end up curling against Jayce's side--a terrible idea in Viktor's own opinion, but something he badly needed right now.]

I do not think there is any fixing it.

Maybe not. [Now that Viktor is closer, Jayce can wrap around him properly. There's a temptation to pull him into his lap, but he'd rather let Viktor make that decision for himself.]

But we can handle it. We can take things as they come.

...

[Viktor didn't say anything for a long moment, instead choosing to hide his face against Jayce's shoulder and wrap both arms around him like this was all he had left.]

You do not...have to do this. It's difficult, I'm difficult, there is no reason to trouble yourself so much.

Well then isn't it a good thing that I love a challenge? [He shifts the position of his arms a little, one staying around his waist and the other settling against his back so he can gently cradle the back of Viktor's head. Fingers toying aimlessly with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.]

It's not difficult for me. Not if it's you.

[There was a quiet sound muffled against his shoulder, a short huffed breath that was nearly a weak laugh.]

I really...can not talk you out of this, can I?

I'm afraid you're stuck with me. Besides. [He nuzzles into the soft strands of Viktor's hair, smelling the light herbal scent of his shampoo.] Even if you got rid of me, you'd never be able to get rid of my mom. I think she likes you better.

I think I am a good deal less exasperating than certain people.

[he's wrong, but he thinks it.]

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I don't know about that. It could be your very endearing freckles.

Is this really any time to start flirting, Jayce?

[admittedly, it did seem to make him feel a little better, emotionally if not physically.]

You're right, it's rude of me to bring up how charming you are at a time like this. [It feels... easy. Holding Viktor like this. This closeness that he craves so badly finally being at least in part satisfied. Though he does suspect he might not feel fully close enough to Viktor without somehow fitting himself inside his chest cavity.

But those are thoughts for later.]

Terribly so, yes.

[Viktor went quiet for a moment after that, tension in his body slowly starting to leave it as he relaxed little by little. Nothing was really any better, but...it was easier to carry right now, if nothing else.]

Sorry...really shouldn't fall asleep on you.

You should sleep as much as you need. I can sit here with you, if you want me to, while you sleep. But either way I'll be here when you wake up.

...oh, shut up and lie down, will you?

[Too tired to be argued with or really think about the potential consequences, Viktor muttered that in what sounded like defeated exasperation.]

Well since you asked nicely. [Jayce rolls his eyes a little, but rearranges blankets in order to be able to lie down in Viktor's nest with him, wrapping around him again.]

Like this?

Sometimes you just talk far too much.

[Curling against him with less hesitation now, the corner of Viktor's mouth twitched into a nearly imperceptible smile.]

Even my patience only lasts so long.

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[Jayce's chin rests against the top of Viktor's head, arms protectively around him. The fingertips of one hand trace circles and swirls over his back, soothingly.] It's true, I am pretty verbose. Actions speak louder than words, hm?

Mm. [Hummed contentedly against Jayce's shoulder, thin arms curling around his waist.]

...you're warm.

Yeah? [He cradles Viktor like he's precious. Not quite like he's fragile, but like he might melt away if Jayce doesn't hold him as close and as tight as he can]

[Viktor answered in little more than a soft sound in the affirmative, pressing a little closer with a slow release of tension through his back and shoulders.]

...too kind to me. Always have been.

I don't know about too kind. I don't think it's possible to be too kind. But I'm happy to be kind to you. I care about you, Viktor. Of course I'd be kind.

You do not have to go to so much trouble looking after me. And you certainly do not have to stay with me like this.

[Murmured against his shoulder:]

Miluju tě, you are so much better than I deserve.

[from here]

Wrapping up now. The new parts need to cool for a few hours anyway, so I'm sure we can find some way to occupy our time?

[There's been an almost tangible tension between them, since their meeting. First anger, then intrigue and then... whatever this is. The almost irresistible urge to touch Viktor somehow, whenever they were close enough. And now this agreement, as Viktor had called it. Not quite dating, but a mutual relieving of tension.

Jayce doesn't bother putting his shirt back on, on the way back up to the lab. He's walked the halls shirtless often enough anyway, and he suspects it's what Viktor's expecting. Instead, the shirt and the bag with his notebooks are slung over his shoulder as he hurries back up, making sure to lock the door behind them.]

Vik? Hopefully I didn't miss my window.

[ Their arrangement is new, new enough that Viktor is still trying to get a feel for things and just how much he can ask for. He's still in their office, stretched out on the sofa that's shoved up against the wall with his pants undone and slid down over his hips.

He looks up when Jayce busts in, taking the time to properly appreciate the sight of his partner. Maybe Viktor isn't anything special but Jayce has always been a sight to behold when he's been working. ]

Hm, I think that they window might still be open if you come over here right now.

[New though it may be, Jayce already knows there is very little Viktor could ask for that Jayce wouldn't give. Eagerly, even. Including pulling him up from the forge for a mid-day hookup in the lab.] Hey, gorgeous.

[He's already a little breathless, both from hurrying up here and from the sight of Viktor with his pants undone like that. With a needy noise in the back of his throat, he crosses the room to try and fit himself on the sofa, straddling Viktor's thighs to get a better look at him. It's a tight fit, but they've made it work before.]

Gods, look at you. Delicious.

[ Viktor sets his empty glass down on the kitchen counter, fingers drumming along the countertop in a nervous pattern. the drink helps, but this is still a lot to think about, a lot to consider. a lot that he probably shouldn't be thinking about while he's been drinking at all, but ... the night had taken a very unexpected turn. and now he has to think.

Jayce has his spare key. it's not a long distance to travel, so he will be here any moment. not a lot of time to think. certainly not enough time to try and make himself ... presentable. he looks like shit. sleep-deprived (not unusual,) dark circles under his eyes, his hair's a mess, dressed only in his oversized navy shirt, shorts, and braces. there's so much they have to discuss. pros and cons. boundaries. the fact that this doesn't have to mean anything at all, it doesn't have to change anything between them, Viktor can keep it to himself, it's fine.

it's tempting to pour another drink, to keep from getting frazzled again. but he hears footsteps in the hallway, and he takes a deep breath, taps his fingers along the counter again. he hears the key unlock the door's deadbolt, and his heart is pounding. it doesn't have to mean anything, Viktor tells himself, as he glances over his shoulder. he has to be okay with that. he totally is. ]

[he's not sure if this is the best or worst decision he could have possibly made. they could have possibly made, since Viktor had agreed to it. encouraged it, even, asking jayce to ask about his wants. his turn-ons.

and it's not like he hasn't thought about this before, the times when viktor was out looking for someone and jayce had to pretend like his brain wasn't screaming just pick me at him the whole conversation.

he'd worn his usual worn grey tee to bed and once Viktor had said yes, had thrown on whatever pants were closest on top of that. his hair looks like he's been in the forge all day, and his stubble is making its usual end-of-day appearance, but by the gods he's here.

here, turning the key in Viktor's door and stepping in quickly, like one of them might change their mind if he doesn't move fast enough. he can see the pale curve of Viktor's shoulder where the shirt has fallen off it and he leans hard against the closed door, breath catching]

Fuck. Hi. You look --

[ it's a terrible decision. an awful one. even if they tell themselves, promise themselves that it won't change a thing between them, that's a blatant lie isn't it? there's no going back to being just lab partners, the both of them know that. but also, there's no turning back. Jayce walks in the door, and Viktor looks like he's ready to devour the man. ]

Like shit, I know.

[ Viktor runs a hand through his hair, before reaching for his crutch propped against the countertop. ] Had this not been something so ... spur of the moment, I would've gussied myself up for you.

[ it takes him a moment. gathering up some nerve. some courage empowered by the drink. and he pries himself away from the counter, a few cautious steps forward. Viktor knows what he wants. he's been sure of that for a long time. what about Jayce? ]

Are you stuck to the door?

I was going to say "so damned pretty" but okay. [he'd known, logically, that Viktor has a slender build, that much is obvious even through the layers of clothing he favours. but here, like this, with his shoulder exposed along with his collarbone, and gods his neck --

right, Viktor's talking to him.] I'm braced to the door because I almost fell over when I saw you. If this is you normally, I'm not certain I could handle "gussied up".

[ --Viktor almost coughs, but manages to cover it up, clearing his throat and averting his gaze. that's not fair. he can feel his face heating up. this is just supposed to be ... just something inconsequential, stress release, scratching that itch. Jayce isn't supposed to be all sweet on him. ]

Jayce, please. [ mumbled, awkward. his hand moves to the back of his neck. this is stupid. he's not pretty. Jayce doesn't have to do that. ] You don't have to do that.

Would I be here if I didn't think so. [he pushes off the door, finally, and takes a few steps towards Viktor. starting to close the distance, but stopping shy of doing so completely.]

I did say I liked delicate features and a pushy personality. Who else would I be talking about?

[ in retrospect ... maybe Viktor should've figured that out. as much as he might scoff at the notion of being called delicate, it'd be hard for a more sober mind to argue the fact. delicate features don't necessarily mean fragile. Jayce knows better.

but now it's hitting him in the face. Jayce is looking at him so earnestly, impossible to call him out for bluffing. he's getting closer. Viktor's supposed to be the one calling the shots, and he can feel his composure slipping when Jayce is nearly within arm's reach. ]

Jayce. [ firm. as best he can manage. as much as he wants to just say fuck it and throw himself at the man. it shows in his eyes, in his voice, his shaky breaths. ]

What are you here for?

For... [what is he here for? for Viktor, he knows that much. right now, his whole body aches to sink to his knees and bury his face against Viktor's stomach, or his thigh, or wherever his partner would let him. or fuck, he'd be happy to just kneel for him, even if he couldn't touch.

this is dangerous. this is more than just scratching an itch and he knows that. but maybe it's not what Viktor wants, so he needs to take it easier. pull back, be more casual.

but what comes out in a rush of breath is -- ] For whatever you want me for.

[ a dangerous game, that. for both of them. whatever you want me for.

how truthful should he be? should he tell Jayce about all the men (it's a far smaller number than he's making it seem, but the point remains,) who had similar enough features that for a night, he could pretend? why he kept persisting with his unhealthy habits because he knew he would never have what he truly wanted? and here that man is, for whatever Viktor wants him for.

it's ridiculous. he could laugh. Viktor just barely refrains. ]

Come here. [ he beckons Jayce closer with a finger. they may as well start somewhere. ]

[as if he could resist Viktor's voice wrapped around those words, the finger seals the deal. almost in a trance, he moves to stand more directly in front of Viktor. close enough to see the rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips are parted just slightly.

Jayce's eyes flick from from Viktor's slender frame up to his mouth, and finally his eyes. his own heart is racing, but they should establish some parameters here. beyond the details they were pretending weren't about each other in their conversation that somehow lead here.]

I won't touch unless you tell me to.

[ Janna, he has this man wrapped around his finger tonight, doesn't he? the corner of his lips curls upward, just for a moment, a brief hint of a smirk. he really would follow any command, won't he? that kind of power over one person could be dangerous.

probably a good thing Viktor's been drinking, then. he's not on his A-game. ]

Good. [ no touching unless told to. it's a start. Viktor's gaze roams up and down, admiring the view. his lab partner, near panting and needy, and they haven't even started yet. ]

You said you wanted to be pushed around for a few hours. [ emphasis on hours. ] Is that still true?

[if they're both honest, Jayce has always been wrapped around Viktor's finger. ever since he broke them into the lab that night.

but especially now, with Viktor's almost molten gaze burning into him, and he nods. "hours" might be overestimating his stamina, but gods he wants.]

Yes. Please.

[ if Viktor's being honest, hours might be pushing it a bit on his end, too. but if he was fully sober, he probably wouldn't have answered those messages the way he did. maybe Jayce will call his bluff, maybe he won't. he may as well see how far this goes. ]

You're certain? [ Viktor steps just the slightest bit closer, tilting his head up, meeting Jayce's eyes. he watches him for a long moment. all the things he could have this man do. for hours. ]

Have you ever done something like this before? [ not so much trying to determine Jayce's general experience, but with this. specific. experience. he leans on his crutch, keeping a close eye on the man before him. the way he breathes. ]

It's been a while, but I was with someone a few years ago. We had a handful of nights like that. [his gaze right now keeps flicking between Viktor's eyes and his mouth. his partner's gaze feels heavy, tangible in the way he watches him and mercy but is Jayce here for it.

his breathing, too, is heavy. practically panting at just the idea that Viktor might want something like this with him. the idea that Viktor, at least for tonight, would lead him and guide him to do... whatever it is Viktor wants, really.]

[ there's a brief moment, a split second where Viktor thinks to himself, how dare you. but it is a fleeting thing. and it helps actually, at least a little, to know that Jayce isn't walking into this blind. it means he knows what he wants. and that's all Viktor needs to know. ]

Good.

[ Viktor gives him another hungry look over, before grasping his crutch, beckoning the other man with a finger to follow. he makes his way to the couch - small, cheap, not the most luxurious but it's clearly been crashed on plenty of times. ]

Sit.

[it was before he'd met Viktor, and therefore it didn't count. right? most things in jayce's head these days are organized into pre or post-meeting Viktor, anyway.

but he sits, doing his best just to breathe. hands resting on his knees until told otherwise. that beckoning finger may well be the end of him after this, but gods it will be worth it]

[ if anything, it simply presents Viktor with a challenge. one he's all the more keen to succeed at. if Jayce has done this with another partner before, then Viktor simply needs to make him forget all about them. he's fairly confident.

he waits until Jayce makes himself comfortable. Viktor's gaze roams over him, examining the sweat on his brow, the heaving of his chest. he steps closer, using the end of his crutch to tap Jayce's feet and nudge them apart, until there's enough room for him to stand between them. ]

... [ he pinches the bridge of his nose ] Unfortunately for you, hours is a bit beyond my current capability. [ he shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. he really should be sober for this. but that just makes it more of a challenge, he thinks. ]

But you want to be pushed around, and you will be. [ he adjusts his hold on his crutch to reach under Jayce's chin with the handle, tipping his head upwards just so. ] I'm not cruel. Not sadistic. I won't do anything you don't want me to. You listen to me, follow my directions, and you'll be rewarded. Understood?

We can always try for longer, next time. [because Viktor is already an addiction. his time, his presence, the feeling of him under Jayce's hand whenever he reaches for a shoulder or to touch his back. he knows, with absolute certainty, that he won't be able to confine whatever this is to only tonight, regardless of what label they put on it.

but he nods -- and then Viktor tips his head back with the handle of his crutch and Jayce's toes curl in his shoes and he nearly stops breathing.] Understood.

[ next time? Viktor's brow arches, how curious. no, he's not expecting this to be anything more than a one-time thing. they're lab partners, and friends. if they make a habit out of ... whatever this is, things between them would change too much. the longer Viktor denies it would ever be anything more than this, the easier it is to believe. ]

Good boy.

[ he brings his crutch back, observes for a moment more. burning the image to memory, just in case. ]

Take your shirt off.

[the sound that Jayce makes when Viktor gives him the good boy can only be described as wounded. something shattered and trembling, eyes wide and lips wet as he reaches down to pull his shirt off and set it next to him on the couch.

sweet mercy, how often had he envisioned exactly this scenario in his bed alone at night? too many times to count.]

[ interesting. it doesn't take much, and Jayce is already so needy. it's quite the image before him, making all the times he'd thought about something like this late at night with his hand shoved down his shorts tame in comparison. ]

Good. [ seems praise for any order followed is going to help things along. Viktor turns just slightly to one side, braced leg forward. testing Jayce's restraint. ] Take this off, too.

[there's an urge, certainly, to rest his forehead against Viktor's knee just now. or to soothe all the skin the brace has covered in kisses and tender touches as he removes it, but that's not what he was told to do.

so, biting his lip a little in concentration, he works at buckles and straps, delicately unwrapping Viktor's leg and setting the brace gently aside, as well. that done, he glances up at Viktor again, expression seeking approval.]

[ he does picture it, those large hands roaming over his skin, lips trailing across reddened marks wrapped around him, laying back and being so tenderly revered and worshipped. but that can be later. for now, it was more of a test of Jayce's restraint, and Viktor's proud of him for passing. ]

Good boy. [ more praise, since it's so effective. Viktor sets his crutch aside by his brace, movements only slightly off-kilter, courage fueled by the alcohol running through his veins as he slips down and settles comfortably in Jayce's lap, knees at either side of his hips. ]

Palms on the couch. [ uttered softly as both his hands reach up and cup Jayce's face, tilting his head back. ]

And you can't kiss me. Understood?

[there's a tension in his shoulders where Jayce fights to keep still, letting Viktor settle himself astride him. he obediently sets his palms against the couch cushions, fingers digging in just a little as Viktor gets comfortable, his breathing trembling slightly with restraint.

but the good boy goes a long way to encourage him to listen, even as another one of those almost-hurt noises slip through parted lips at the last order.] I can't? [his brows pinch, but he's here to do exactly as Viktor asks and nothing more, so he nods faintly.] Understood.

[ his brow quirks up, expression reading are you questioning me? but Jayce listens and agrees to his terms, so he doesn't say anything more on the matter. it is setting a boundary, partly to ensure Jayce is good for following directions, but also ... they shouldn't be pretending this is anything more than it is. Viktor knows without a doubt, if Jayce kisses him, he's going to lose what remaining composure he has.

thankfully, he doesn't. Viktor nods his head, sweeping a thumb across Jayce's bottom lip. he knows it's a tease, considering what he just said. ]

You listen so well. [ slowly, his hands start travelling south, down over Jayce's neck, the slightest pressure against his throat. testing. then to his shoulders, his blunt nails dragging across his skin. he leans in to whisper in Jayce's ear. ] You've thought about this before. Tell me about it.

[oh, if Viktor kissed him int might be all over. he'd do his best to listen and restrain himself but he's certain it wouldn't be for long.

but he holds still for now, barely blinking like if he closes his eyes at any point he might wake up and this whole thing will have simply been another wonderful but lonely dream. his lips stay parted, soft noises escaping on the odd exhale as Viktor's fingers move over his skin. the thumb against his mouth had him shivering, and the voice against his ear makes him tremble all over again.]

Gods. I've thought about it so much. What do you want to know? [he'd ramble for hours, otherwise.]

[ he's thought about it so much. surely a heat of the moment type of thing. Viktor tries not to put too much thought into it, instead focusing on all the little movements, the shivers and the shaky exhales from the man underneath him, the way his chest heaves and his lips tremble. it's exquisite. ]

You're not supposed to be asking questions. [ one hand presses under Jayce's chin to tilt his head up again. ] I gave you a simple instruction, did I not?

[ as he speaks, he grinds his hips down harder in Jayce's lap, the few layers between them doing very little to hide Viktor's own enjoyment of the situation. ]

[he swears under his breath, the cushions practically creaking under his hands where his fingers dig into the material and he lifts his chin obediently for Viktor. but he stays still, gods help him, despite the way Viktor his rocking his hips against him and there's no way to hide how much he wants this.]

Your hands. [he finally manages, more than a little breathless.] I imagine your hands on me. And your fingers, fuck. Especially your fingers, on me. In me.

[ interesting. ]

That's better.

[ his hands, hm? that does conjure up some images, sparks a few ideas. Viktor can't let his imagination run away too far, but if nothing else, it'll be good material for next time he's alone at night with a hand down his shorts. ]

I like listening to your voice like this. [ the hand on Jayce's neck moves up to touch his cheek, reaching up into his hair and thread his fingers through it. he thinks about his hands, his fingers, hm? Viktor's brow quirks, and his other hand lifts so he can press the tip of his thumb against Jayce's lips. ] Open up.

[yes, he'd been hoping for something like this. Viktor's hands pulling at his hair, his fingers in his mouth. maybe if he's very good, Viktor will let him use his tongue, play out one of his fantasies.

he parts his lips eagerly, eyes half lidded, his eyes a deep amber as he watches Viktor reverently.]

[ he does wonder, though the thought is fleeting, if Jayce had listened so well to this mysterious previous partner of his. maybe he was a little bratty. maybe he has a breaking point. or maybe he's just needed someone he actually wants to listen to.

interesting. but a thought to ponder on later. Jayce is looking at him like he's an alter to be worshipped at. Viktor can't help feeling smug - alcoholic influence certainly contributing. his thumb passes over Jayce's bottom lip once more before slipping inside, the rest of his fingers grasping Jayce's chin, commanding his attention. ]

I've had a few thoughts of my own. My imagination comes in handy, you know? Alone at night. [ he presses his thumb down on Jayce's tongue, slowly rubbing back and forth. ] It's a shame, really. I've not found anyone who listens to me as well as you do.

[his level of obedience depends entirely on his mood. sometimes, he likes to be a little bratty with his partner. enjoys the playful push and pull of it, being made to break so he can get his reward. but right here, right now, he's too into the idea of being entirely submissive for Viktor.

he would, if Viktor asked him. worship him, however his partner would allow. hands, mouth, tongue -- there was nothing Viktor could ask that Jayce would want to say no to.

for now, he makes a faint questioning noise around Viktor's thumb that trails off into a quiet moan. what has Viktor imagined? will Jayce get to hear?

his hips twitch a little at the sensation of Viktor's thumb caressing his tongue like that, entirely without his permission, and his brow pinches slightly in concern that he'll be in trouble for it.]

[ isn't that an enticing idea? to be worshipped. not just pleasured. but adored, revered. to be someone so worthy and deserving of sensual worship. but it seems ... a bit of an overreach. he does need to keep his head in the game, as it were. in all likelihood, this is a one-off. stress release.

but gods above it is difficult when Jayce makes noises like that. when Jayce writhes under him. ]

Ah. [ trouble? hmm. Viktor tilts Jayce's head up again with the hold on his chin, his brow quirked up. ] Am I neglecting you, Jayce?

If there's something you want, you should tell me. [ he presses his thumb down on Jayce's tongue, knowing full well it's going to make speaking difficult. ] Or can you sit still and behave, like a good boy?

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I moved. [even around the thumb it sounds mildly distressed, even though the words come out choked. it makes his mind wander to how he might sound trying to speak around Viktor's cock, and his knuckles go white they're gripping the cushions so hard.

he mumbles something that sounds like sorry and presses his tongue more firmly against Viktor's thumb, like that might make up for the indiscretion.]

Oh? [ that's right, he did. something Viktor's body certainly appreciates, a little friction from the few layers between them making this thighs tremble and his breath shake, but. he did tell Jayce to stay still. ]

You are correct, you did misbehave. [ he slips his thumb free from Jayce's mouth, both hands cupping either side of his face. ] Do you feel you need to be punished for it?

Maybe. [his voice is slurred, still. not from Viktor's thumb in his mouth this time but from sheer want. his expression goes a little dopey as Viktor cups his face, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at him adoringly.]

Or I could make up for it. [it's a bit of a struggle already to pull words together. Viktor's tapped in so quickly and neatly to exactly what Jayce had been fantasizing about for so long, and it's making his head spin.] What -- what d'you think I deserve?

[ it's not fair, really. Jayce shouldn't be allowed to be both devastatingly handsome and cute. but that little hint of a smile, something wrenches in Viktor's chest, deep in his ribcage. he almost leans in to kiss him, but manages some restraint. ]

Hmmm... [ his fingers reach further up into Jayce's hair, twisting dark strands between digits. ]

You're lucky I am so forgiving. [ he lowers his head, lips brushing against the tip of Jayce's nose, teasing. ] Can you make it up to me with just your hands?

[oh, the kiss to his nose is so sweet, and Jayce aches to pull Viktor down for a proper kiss. but Viktor gets to decide where this goes. at least for tonight.]

Right here, like this? [his hands stay where they are, for the moment, waiting for Viktor to give him specifics. his eyes flutter shut and those long, slender fingers diving into his hair, lashes dark against his cheeks. he does wish that Viktor would pull harder, but he'll take what he can get, right now.]

[ oh, he really does listen so well. ]

Good boy. [ he did only ask a question, not grant permission to move those hands from the couch. there's a smile there, proud of his partner for remembering the rules. ] You'd be surprised how many times that is misunderstood. It's so ... disappointing.

[ he threads his fingers in Jayce's hair tighter, a small tug upwards. ] You would not disappoint me so, would you? You'll listen well. You'll be so good for me, won't you?

[the tug on his hair mixed with that good boy wrapped in Viktor's low, even tones has him rubbing his palms against the cushions. not trying to touch Viktor, he knows his orders, but trying to get some of that restless energy out.

his next exhale is a small whimper and he forces himself to open his eyes again so he can see Viktor's face.] I want to be your good boy so badly.

[ he can tell, those minute gestures he can spot in the corner of his vision, how hard Jayce is working to restrain himself. such dedication. which he will be properly rewarded for, but that will have to wait. ]

Oh, look at you, Jayce. [ Viktor strokes Jayce's cheek, just under his eyes, so needy and desperate for him. ] You'll be so good for me.

[ his hands travel southward next, slowly pressing over Jayce's neck and down his chest, blunt nails dragging down his skin. he leans in to whisper in Jayce's ear again, breathing heavy. ] Hold still and behave for me. Let me have my fun with you. And then I'll give you what you want.

[he's panting now, chest heaving with each breath as Viktor's fingers trace over him, exploring him, mapping him it feels like. like Viktor is trying to commit him to memory. the subtle bite of his nails is good, so good, and he can only imagine how they'd feel clawing at his back.

Jayce trembles with the effort to hold still, exhaling a desperate little noise now and again.] Yes. Yes please.

[ he listens so well. Viktor does wonder if he would have the same courage if he were sober, if he'd be able to keep his charade up or cave in and start devouring the man. ]

So good for me, aren't you?

[ oh, he could. Viktor trails his hands back up into Jayce's hair to tug his head to one side, leaning in to breathe him in. sweat and honey sweet desire, firey smoke and metal, he could drown in it. ]

Don't be shy. [ said as he presses his lips to Jayce's shoulder, and again, and again, taking his time to make his way back up to his ear. ] I want to hear you.

[he does groan, finally, when Viktor tugs at his hair. a rough, wanton sort of noise as his palms drag restlessly over the couch. he can smell Viktor's shampoo and feel his breath against his ear and it's too much but also not enough.

each kiss is met with a softly whimpered plea, desperate, reedy whines spilling from parted lips as Viktor takes his time moving his mouth over his skin]

Perfect. [ better than he could've imagined in his filthiest late night fantasies. he sounds perfect. Viktor grins against Jayce's neck, scratching blunt nails against Jayce's scalp and twisting his hair between his fingers. ] So perfect. All for me.

[ all mine, the thought echoes in his head, the steady rocking of his hips increasing the more he loses himself in the moment. in the heat, the smell of it, of Jayce. without really thinking, he sinks his teeth into Jayce's shoulder, closing his lips around the spot and sucking hard. he doesn't particularly mind if the marks he leave are visible. ]

[Jayce murmurs a quietly desperate fuck at the way Viktor tugs his hair, giving him exactly what he'd needed. something a little rough, a little commanding. the tilt to Viktor's voice, too, sends arousal like electricity skittering over his skin.

and then, and then Viktor sinks his teeth into Jayce's shoulder and Jayce moans helplessly, automatically bringing a hand up to thread his fingers into Viktor's hair, wanting to keep his head there --

-- and he freezes, realizing what he's done.]

Ahh--

[ the sound escapes him instinctually, a brief and fleeting thing as though the situation were reversed, and he were the one needy and begging. he doesn't immediately reprimand, his drunken haziness enjoying the feeling. imagining. being held close, lovingly. ah.

but Viktor remembers and lifts his head, though the expression on his face isn't really all that disappointed. teasing, really. ]

That's twice now, Jayce. [ he breathes heavy against Jayce's lips, his hands moving to the back of the couch behind him. ] I thought you said you'd be good for me.

I know. I know. [he looks utterly distraught, eyebrows raised in worry, and his hands go back to where they were supposed to be on the sofa, despite wanting so badly to touch Viktor somehow.

the breath against his mouth is intoxicating, each one of Viktor's exhales becoming Jayce's inhale.] I'm sorry.

[ terribly unfair of him, really, to look so pitifully upset over an accidental impulse. he makes it far too tempting to cradle such a sad face to his chest, stroke his hair, and tell him it's alright. but they'll have to save that for another time - if this is something they want to continue, of course. ]

I should hope so. [ Viktor leans back, hands on the couch at either side of his hips, tantalizingly close to Jayce's own. testing. he tilts his head to one side. ] If you misbehave one more time, I will tell you to leave. Understood?

[there is no doubt at all in Jayce's mind that he wants this to continue. he's only had a taste of what this could be like, and already he needs more.

the warning is incredibly fair. more than fair, given he's made two mistakes already, and he nods, wide eyed, in response.] Yes. Yes, thank you.

[ wouldn't that be something? more of this. Viktor's sure he could be so greedy, but his sober mind would disagree. for now ... a drunk man can dream. ]

See that you do.

[ his head tilts to the other side, pondering on where to go from here. he was having fun... but, perhaps a change of pace. ]

Is it because I've been neglecting you? [ he keeps one hand at the back of the couch, but the other makes its way downward, pressing down over Jayce's chest until he reaches the waistband of his pants. then lower, pressing his palm flat between his legs, the pressure firm but nowhere near satisfying enough for such a needy man. ] Am I not giving you what you really want, Jayce?

Fuck, Viktor -- [he lets his head fall back against the couch eyes squeezed shut not just in pleasure but in concentration. willing himself not to move, to stay still despite the warmth of Viktor's hand against him.

he looks in danger of biting through his lip before he can answer -- ] Not. Not quite. No, I -- gods I want to touch you back.

[ Janna.

it's not like that isn't also what Viktor wants. the worshipping, the ravishing, the being held close and sweet and tender. not by just anyone. Jayce's hands on him, all around him.

he can feel his resolve slipping. Jayce can feel his thighs tremble as a shudder wracks through him, can hear the couch material creak under his grip. deep breaths. ]

Do you think you've earned it? [ his hand presses for firmly between Jayce's legs, starting to move up and down, but oh so slowly. trying to keep in mind that Jayce has misbehaved not once, but twice. ]

I don't -- I -- [he tries to breathe under the movement of Viktor's hand, so tantalizingly slow he could cry. without Viktor's mouth on him, it's a little easier to focus on staying still. but only a little.

he's absolutely trembling underneath Viktor, both from the needwant coursing through him and the effort of remaining in place.] I could. Let me please you?

[ the resolve is slipping even further, with each and every needy little sound from those lips. it'll drive him mad, the longer this keeps up. fuck. ]

... [ fuck. he's starting to think he'd cave even if he wasn't inebriated. Viktor removes his hand from Jayce's lap, both reaching to cup his face, tilt his head up again. his gaze bores down, analyzing. ]

Show me.

[those gold eyes, gods. so easy to get lost in them, especially when viktor's entire focus is fixed on him like this.]

Can I? [the question is small and hopeful, and he tilts his head a little to nose under Viktor's jaw, silently asking permission to continue]

[ he wants to, when Jayce asks so sweetly. Viktor's head starts to spin and he pictures what it would be like, what it would feel like, hazy imaginary scenarios of something special. fuck, he very nearly leans in himself, the temptation to just say fuck it and give in.

but Viktor doesn't. he covers Jayce's mouth with his hand, gently pressing down to guide the man's head away. ]

You can't kiss me.

I know, you said. [it's a little mumbled against Viktor's palm, and he's tempted to try and press a kiss there, too.] I can't use my mouth at all? On your skin?

[ well. part of him thinks that would be a fascinating challenge, to see how well Jayce does with only his hands. but Viktor can't possibly say no to that, not entirely. ]

Only from the neck down. [ he moves his hand, fingers momentarily lingering against Jayce's lips, before trailing further down, palm pressed flat over his collarbone. ]

Understood. [while Viktor's fingers are against his lips, Jayce takes that chance to nip at them lightly. but then they're gone, and he refocuses on Viktor's neck.

he starts just under his ear, not using his mouth yet because that's not what he was given permission for, but nosing at his pulsepoint, inhaling Viktor's scent with a pleased sigh. he moves down further, focusing on a place on Viktor's collarbone. gently, he scrapes his teeth over the delicate skin there before closing his mouth over it to tease with his tongue]

[ Viktor watches him carefully, eyes half-lidded, a steady rise of his chest as he breathes and tries to stay in control. but it's a far more difficult of a task when Jayce is the one exploring him, slow and gentle and reverent. something he used to imagine, after being disappointed enough times by complete strangers, and left to his own devices.

and he does close his eyes, briefly, the slight sharpness of teeth scarping over his skin wracking another shiver down his spin, and he wants to encourage the man to bite down. leave some evidence behind. the neck of his oversized sleep shirt has been torn and stretched, but he's still quite covered up. hmm. ]

Hang on-- [ mumbled, his hands leaving their purchase on Jayce's chest to reach behind him, fumbling with the grip of his shirt before tugging it over his head and tossing the garment most unceremoniously onto the floor. his brace is next, but the clasps are ... a tad more difficult with clumsy drunken hands. ] ... hang on ...

[it's so fucking tempting to move his hips while he does this, or wrap his arms around Viktor to pull him closer, but he needs to behave so he can savour this for as long as Viktor will let him.

the scent and gods the taste of Viktor is overwhelming. all saltsweet and pale skin that Jayce eagerly applies himself to making a mark against.

that is until Viktor is pulling away and Jayce realizes the reason for it] Can I help?

[ the brace itself isn't horribly complicated. he knows it can seem that way to someone unfamiliar, but Viktor's had it for so long, undoing the clasps and straps are usually muscle memory by now. but muscle memory after putting back enough shots to take out a lesser man is not quite the same.

Jayce can tell he's struggling. Viktor frowns. (pouts.) ]

I can-- [ his fingers are fumbling. he's sulking. ] ... if you wouldn't mind.

[it's less that it's a struggle and more that he likes the idea of undressing Viktor like this. much as he wants to kiss that sulky mouth, he refrains, simply smiling and pressing a kiss to his now-bare shoulder, instead.

gently, he nudges Viktor's hands aside to take over, carefully pulling straps loose and undoing clasps. it feels deeply intimate, this moment. laying bare a part of Viktor that his partner keeps so hidden.

he takes his time with it, sliding his hands underneath the leather to smooth his palms over Viktor's waist once the front is undone. next comes the shoulder strap, and then he reaches around Viktor to start loosening the bolts and locks along the back. the motion brings them closer together, and Jayce can't quite help but press his mouth to the space between Viktor's collarbones]

[ it's just taking a layer off, just letting more skin be exposed for Jayce to continue his tender exploration of, and yet it feels different. Viktor's hands move away from unsuccessfully trying to loosen straps, instead letting his left fall to his side as his right arm wraps around Jayce's shoulder.

intimate isn't the word he should be thinking of, but it feels like it is. Jayce's hands were always gentle with him, but it feels more so. he's the only other person (medical staff aside of course,) who's seen and helped with his braces, who's seen him this bare and exposed. he'd always made an effort to keep covered up otherwise. the reddened marks and the bolts, some may consider unsightly.

the leather and metal slide off more delicately than his shirt did. he's pressed close against Jayce's chest, their breathing matching. once he lets his arm slip free of the brace's strap, it joins the other around Jayce's shoulders. Viktor tips his head down, lips brushing against the other man's ear again, mumbling softly. ] Jayce.

I've got you. [it's a gently whispered promise as he finishes the last clasp and is able to set the brace aside with a little more care than Viktor had used on his shirt.

yes, there are red marks on his leg and waist where the straps dug into him, and yes there are bolts fused to his spine to help support his fragile frame. but rather than be disgusted by it, Jayce is fascinated. if Viktor would let him, he'd soothe those marks with his hands, press his mouth to each and every bolt along his spine.

but for right now, he settles his hands back against the couch cushion.] What next?

[ he lets out a sharp exhale as the tension around his chest is eased, like he'd been holding his breath this whole time - he might've, from the very second Jayce walked in the door and looked at him like that. there's no shyness, maybe spurned by the alcohol in his veins, maybe just because he's that comfortable around Jayce as is.

what next. Viktor frowns. those hands felt so nice on him. ]

You said you wanted to please me. [ heady and warm in Jayce's ear, while his fingers scratch idly at the nape of his neck. ] All you've done is undress me.

Didn't know if I could touch, other than helping. [though he keeps his hands still for now, he nuzzles at the hollow of Viktor's throat with a low, pleased sigh. then, slowly, teasingly, he drags his tongue over that spot, dipping it in and tracing every inch of skin there.

the nails against his neck have him shivering, and gods does he wish Viktor was a little higher so Jayce had better access to the rest of his chest. but he can make do, for now.]

[ ah. but of course. ]

You're wary of messing up again, are you?

[ it's sweet, really. Viktor presses a soft kiss to his cheek, appreciative of his efforts to keep in line, to do as he's told. but he does so badly want to touch, it seems, and Viktor does so want to be touched. ]

Don't worry. [ he reaches for one of Jayce's hand, leaning back just slightly so he can bring it to his lips. he presses a soft kiss to his knuckles, followed by another, and another, trailing down to the tip of his index finger. ] I gave you one rule this time. You abide by that, and I won't send you away.

[ then he takes Jayce's finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before closing his lips around it, sucking on it languidly as he keeps his gaze focused on Jayce's own. ]

Oh. [the noise is almost surprised, as Viktor kisses his fingers. and then, and then his fingers are in Viktor's mouth and Viktor is sucking, meeting Jayce's gaze, and Jayce whines pathetically. he looks a little awed, a little lost at the attention he hadn't been expecting.

with a trembling touch, he rests his hand against Viktor's waist, sliding upwards to rest against his ribcage so he can cradle Viktor's body while his thumb traces slow circles over his nipple]

[ Viktor only closes his eyes once he has two of Jayce's fingers in his mouth, slipping his tongue between them and scraping his teeth gently over his knuckles. he leans in and takes both fingers all the way into his mouth, and the sound he makes is near obscene when Jayce's hand starts teasing him. his back arches, eyelids fluttering, losing himself in the moment.

he's had so many fantasies about this. nights spent picturing scenarios just like this, writhing in Jayce's lap, lavishing attention on him. a part of him still can't really believe it's happening.

with a gentle tug on Jayce's wrist, those fingers slip past his lips with a wet pop. Viktor breathes heavy against his fingertips for a moment as he finds the other man's gaze once more, before he's pushing Jayce's hand down his neck, down to his chest. ]

[Jayce can't help the small, mewling sounds he makes as Viktor's lips and tongue work over him. Viktor himself is a vision, the long line of his body and dark lashes against his pale cheeks. Jayce has to bite his lip to keep from rocking up against him, craving just a little more friction.

the way Jayce's hands move over Viktor's body is nothing short of worshipful. tender in the way his fingers slide over his skin, skimming down over his sides and then moving up the centre. he finds a place against Viktor's shoulder to nip and suck as he drags his palms slowly back and forth over Viktor's nipples again before switching to his fingertips, stroking and teasing.]

[ each little desperate sound goes straight to Viktor's groin, and he can't help but grin, almost playfully as Jayce explores him with both his hands and his mouth. it's ridiculous. he tilts his head to one side, exposing more skin for Jayce's lips to taste. finally, he has this. and he's drunk. ]

Jayce. [ it's a soft whisper, as his hands brush through Jayce's hair. Viktor sighs softly, arching into every touch, every pinch, every tease. he rocks back and forth in Jayce's lap, teasing back, almost daring him to return the gesture. ] You're so good to me, Jayce...

[Viktor may not be sober, but it doesn't matter to Jayce. not right now, when Viktor's body is warm and writhing against him. if that's how it had to be to get them to this place right now, so be it.

anything below the neck, Viktor had said, and so Jayce moves one hand lower, down to squeeze Viktor's hip before sliding it back to palm his ass, encouraging the movements.

he pants Viktor's name as he smears his mouth over his shoulder, down to his collarbone again, nipping and sucking at whatever flesh he encounters.] I can do more. If we lie down...? [it might be a step too far, and he glances up to watch Viktor's face for a reaction.]

[ sobriety be damned, if he needs the liquid courage to get here, he'll make a note of keeping more bottles in his icebox. sober-Viktor will be mad about it and insist this is supposed to be a one time thing, but present-drunken-Viktor is lost in the moment and will deal with reason later. much later.

much later, when Jayce's hands aren't wandering and Jayce's mouth isn't devouring him. he continues his slow and steady rocking of his hips, a soft and pleased "mmm ..." sneaking out as he lets Jayce's hand guide him. he's vaguely aware he's been asked a question. lie down ...? ]

Mhmm ... [ Viktor drapes both arms over Jayce's shoulders, lips pressed against his cheek as he speaks. ] Couch's too small.

[maybe Jayce should feel worse about this. like he's taking advantage of the situation, by Viktor not being sober. but he can have an existential crisis about that later, when Viktor isn't moaning quite so sweetly in his ear.]

It is. [it probably comes out a little too fast, a little too eager the way he says it, but it's said now] Want me to carry you? Just like this?

[ the crises can wait. as far as Viktor is concerned, he's drunk, but not too drunk. not slurring his words or being incoherent or tripping over his own feet. just drunk enough to know he wants this, to know Jayce wants this, and that's just the right amount. ]

Like this...? [ the moment he says it, Viktor's expression shifts. not entirely unlike a cat being told their owners are bringing home a dog. ]

... just this once. [ frowns. (pouts.) ] Remind me to bite you for it later.

Mmhmm. [the "threat", if it even is one, gets an amused look in return, and he presses a kiss to the bitemark on Viktor's shoulder to try and assuage the urge to kiss his pouting mouth.

then, firmly, he grips the back of Viktor's thighs] Arms around my neck, legs around my waist. Please?

[ it is absolutely a threat, and Jayce better take him seriously, else he ends up with a chunk of something torn out. Viktor definitely means it. ]

Are you giving the orders now? [ it's more of a tease than an actual reprimand, but if he's being honest, laying back and being taken care of becomes far more appealing the more time passes. both arms slip around Jayce's neck, and he nips at his earlobe. ] How dare you.

It was a request, and I said please? [though he does sound a little concerned that he might have overstepped.

though Viktor is wrapping around him now, so Jayce tries to push that worry aside as he stands, lifting Viktor as he does. holding him tight as he noses at his neck with a pleased noise] Love that way you smell.

Excuses. [ the words may be reprimanding, but Viktor's tone makes it very clear that he is teasing, and there won't be any repurcussions. outside of, as previously threatened, the potential for being bit. but as soon as he's lifted up, the way he wraps himself around Jayce and clings to him is probably ruining his bossy image a little bit. ]

Mmm ... [ Viktor's fingers curl into Jayce's hair, a shiver traveling down his spine. he feels a little light-headed suddenly, a heavy thumping in his chest. his toes curl behind Jayce's back. that's weird. ] ...bedroom's on the left.

[ ah-- he taps Jayce's shoulder. ] Crutch.

[gods those fingers are distracting, and Jayce has to blink himself back into concentration when Viktor taps his shoulder.] Hm? Oh - [his grip shifts a little to pick up the crutch, too, before he brings them to the bedroom.

the crutch gets set as gently as possible near the bed and then, as though placing a work of art on a wall, Jayce lays Viktor out on the bed. he steps back, eyes roving greedily over the form in front of him, his gaze deeply admiring] Gods, Viktor, you are stunning.

[ the dizzying feeling isn't just from the alcohol, he's sure of it. as though everything on the couch was still just a fantasy, and now he's being carried to his bedroom, so now it's real. as though a change of venue really has that much meaning to it.

Viktor's bedroom is certainly not that exciting. the bed is also small (just marginally more room than the couch,) several layers of throw blankets in various colours and patterns haphazardly draped over a firm mattress and rickety bedframe. yet another bookshelf, a potted cactus sitting atop it, various knick-knacks and trinkets from his many idle projects over the years scattered about. he's laid back on said bed, extracting his hands from Jayce's hair to let them fall, one to his side and the other against the side of his face. dizzy. but in a good way. ]

... you should stop talking. [ his face is flushed, brows furrowed as his gaze diverts away. something about Jayce looking at him like that. saying those things. it's too much. ]

[the room is so deeply Viktor it makes Jayce's chest ache in an odd way. the half finished projects, the plants here and there. everything about it shouts Viktor's name so clearly, and Jayce wants to memorize every detail. later, when Viktor isn't being so enticing on the bed.

he feels more than a little vulnerable, standing here shirtless, looking down at his equally unclothed partner. but it helps that Viktor is still in charge, still giving orders.] Understood. What should I do instead?

[ Viktor points at him, almost lazily-- ] That's talking.

[ there isn't the same bite to it as before, though. they're already this far, it's pretty clear by now that Jayce isn't in danger of being kicked out. but teasing him still remains as enjoyable. Jayce's pouty little reactions are something special.

what should he do instead? likewise, Viktor opts for not saying it out loud, instead reaching his hands up and gesturing to come closer, until Jayce leans within reach. he takes ahold of his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks, before slowly pulling him closer, and guiding Jayce's head to his chest, those lips hovering just over his collarbone. ]

[rather than answer, he makes an apologetic noise and follows Viktor's reaching hands, stretching out on top of him. not pressed against, as that wasn't part of the unspoken order, but bracing his forearms against the mattress on either side of Viktor's torso and pressing his mouth to his collarbone.]

Mm? [it's a soft question paired with a glance through his lashes, seeking approval]

[ that's much better. both hands find their way into Jayce's hair again, his fingers gently rubbing against his scalp and stroking his hair. maybe they shouldn't talk much at all, maybe they should just indulge in touch and warmth and sensation, and leave words for much later. yet Jayce looks up at him like that, kisses his skin so soft and sweetly.

maybe two words. ]

Good boy.

[Jayce makes a low, needy noise not just at the way Viktor's fingers feel but at the approval. he craves it, just as much as he does the touch, and he nips lightly at the skin he'd just kissed.

unfortunately, less words means less direction, and there's still a tension in his shoulders. a nervousness that he'll be asked to stop if he unknowingly bends the rules. so he moves down a little lower, closer to Viktor's stomach and looks up to reaffirm -- ] Anywhere below the neck?

[ well, it wasn't meant to last long, he supposes. he still needs to keep the man in line, and Jayce still needs to know where the line is. but as long as it doesn't stray into that "you're stunning" territory again ... that should be fine. ]

That is what I said, isn't it?

[ Viktor offers a little encouragement, both hands gently pressing Jayce's head downwards, guiding him further south inch by inch. anywhere below the beck does mean anywhere. and Viktor may be getting a little impatient. ]

[it is what he'd said, but the encouragement helps, certainly. as does the guidance, the pressure of Viktor's hands pushing him down sending a surge of heat through him and making him shudder.

he mouths at the sharp angle of Viktor's hip, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin there. what would it be like, to leave a mark right where he knows the waist of Viktor's pants sit, so that the material will rub against it all day?]

[ Viktor lets out a sharp hiss between his teeth at the sensation of teeth dragging against his skin, thin where his bony hips are more prominent. he'd be loathe to admit to it out loud, but part of the attraction has always been how easily Jayce could just crush him if he really wanted to. the other man nearly towers over him.

and yet he's so careful and gentle with him, so wrapped around Viktor's finger that he wouldn't dare step out of line for fear of disappointing him. all the strength to bend him in half and make him scream, and he's asking permission to touch him. ]

Going to bite me? [ blunt nails drag over Jayce's head, his lips curling in a smirk. Jayce is close enough proximity to his groin, he can easily tell how much Viktor enjoys the treatment. ] You want to, don't you?

[he does, he does love how much smaller Viktor is than him. he loves that he could fit his whole hand around one thigh, or both hands around his waist, and his pale pale skin bruises so sweetly. he's slender and angular and so fucking fascinating to look at. to listen to.

oooh, that hiss is so rewarding. he hums his affirmation, nodding a little, turning his head just enough to nose at the juncture of this thigh and the warmth radiating off him there.]

[ he's pictured it, more than he'd care to admit. lifted up and pressed against the blackboard in the lab, like he weighed nothing at all in Jayce's large, strong arms. anyone he'd try to recreate the scenario with from his infrequent bar pickups could never compare, never treat him the way Jayce would. does, now. ]

You can. [ he keeps brushing his fingers through Jayce's hair, like he's petting an affectionate mutt. his breath is shaky as he speaks, anticipation making him shiver. ] I want you to leave a mark behind. Something I can look at later and remember.

[he murmurs something, a thanks maybe, even he's not sure. the way Viktor is petting him has him floating somewhere in the back of his head, all attempts at complicated thoughts abandoned as his whole being is currently focused on pleasing Viktor.

so he finds a place and settles there, content between Viktor's spread thighs. he's as careful and precise as he was with the marks on his chest, nipping and sucking at the tender skin with the intent of bruising it while his fingers curl against the mattress.]

[ what a view it is. the man he's dreamed and fantasized about settled so comfortably and perfectly between his legs, peppering kisses against his pale skin. Viktor sighs quietly to himself, a smile curling the corner of his lips, committing the sight to memory.

he settles back againt the pillows, tilting his head back, closing his eyes just a moment. his fingers curl tighter in Jayce's hair, a soft mmm sneaking past his lips. he can't help applying just a little pressure against his partner's head, encouraging him further, to bite and mark him harder, lower. ]

[the view is just as incredible from down where Jayce is. Viktor sighing and arching beneath him, the fresh bruise against his hip standing out a dark mottled mix of blue and purple against his skin. proof that they did this.

the pressure receives a quiet noise of recognition, and Jayce does move lower, though perhaps more than Viktor had wanted. he skips ahead, down to the hem of Viktor's shorts, nosing up under the soft material and closing his mouth over a spot against the inside of Viktor's thigh.]

Ah--

[ lower than anticipated, certainly, but not unwelcomed. his thighs tense and tremble, toes curling. he peeks one eye open, gazing down at his partner so pretty between his legs, a smirk on his lips. ] Now you are the tease, is that it?

[ not that Viktor minds. it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, to lose his mind entirely, talented hands and talented mouth driving him wild. ]

Do you want to take these off? [ slim fingers move to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down just slightly over his hips. they are in the way. ] You can.

Yeah? [Jayce's eyes are dark with want, his expression practically glazed over with both need and his focus on pleasing his partner. he's aching, but it's more of a distant throb than it is a pressing need.

he moves out of the way only long enough to pull the shorts down and off, tossing them off the end of the bed before he's back between Viktor's legs and mouthing at the crease of his thigh, inhaling deeply where his scent is strongest.] Fuck.

[ even with the bolstered confidence from the alcohol, even though he's not normally so with previous hookups, there's a red flush rising to his already heated face and a momentary urge to close his legs. it's because it's Jayce. logically, he knows this. but fantasies becoming reality puts a different spin on things, and he has to stop himself, fight his natural instinct to be embarrassed in front of his lab partner. ]

Jayce...

[ it's a feeling that doesn't last very long, thankfully, dissuaded by the other man's lips and tongue and teeth between his legs. close, but not where he really wants him to be. Viktor tugs on his hair again, a definitive pout on his lips, shifting and angling his hips to try and move closer. ]

[it's everything he's wanted. everything he's spent countless lonely nights dreaming about, face buried in his pillow as he grinds desperately into his mattress, his partner's name on his lips.

and now here he is, Viktor's fingers tangled in his hair and tugging at him, that sweet little pout and fuck the way he tries to push closer. the way his name sounds as Viktor whines almost undoes him, but he's quick enough to obey. one warm hand wraps around the base of Viktor's cock, trembling even as he tries to hold him steady, and Jayce licks a broad stripe up the shaft with a moan that borders on pornographic]

[ Viktor tips his head back against the pillow, lets his eyes close. the sound that escapes his lips is just as sinful, sounds only Jayce can pull from him and no one else, low and drawn out like he's being filmed for it. it's just a tease for now, a taste of what's to follow, but enough of a fantasy fulfillment to send tingles down his spine. ]

Yes, Jayce, just like that... [ he presses his feet flat against the bed beneath him as best he can manage, bending his knees, legs spread wider so Jayce can be even closer. he twists and tugs Jayce's hair between his fingers. the man seems intent on driving Viktor mad. he wouldn't mind at all. ] So good for me, Jayce...

[perfect. Viktor is so perfect it makes Jayce ache and tremble, rolling his hips against the mattress with a needy whimper. gods he can see all of Viktor like this, and he wishes he could get his hands or his mouth on all of him at once.

for now, he settles for taking his partner into his mouth, moving slowly, savouring him. it's been a little while since his done this, but he's determined. he takes as much of Viktor in as he can manage and holds him there, letting himself get used to the sensation, then pulling back again and taking a breath before starts the process over. a little deeper each time, working his throat open, all the while whining and groaning around the shape of Viktor.]

Ohh... [ what makes it all that much sweeter is how much Jayce is affected, just by this. just the simple act of pleasing, that's all it takes, and Jayce is whimpering around him and rutting against his sheets. he can hear him. he can feel him. he peeks one eye open for a moment to catch a glimpse, the vision between his legs something beautiful.

but only a brief moment, the hot wet mouth around him too much. Viktors head rolls back against the pillow again and he groans, one hand leaving Jayce's hair to grasp at the sheets under him. he shivers, whispers the other man's name again. whatever amount of experience or lack thereof there might be, it's still Jayce, still the man he's wanted between his legs for far longer than can be considered healthy. ]

[for one small moment their gazes meet and it's beyond electric. a shudder runs through him and his fingers dig into the mattress. once he's able to pry his hand off the sheets, his touch wanders. now dragging blunt nails over the bruise on Viktor's hip, now sliding a palm over his thigh.

then, daringly, he shifts his touch up higher, between Viktor's thighs, fingertips brushing against his entrance and Jayce hums at the heat there.]

[ Jayce looks up at him, so needy and eager to please him. it's doing terrible things to his ego, having such a beautiful man between his legs, so skilled with his mouth around him, wandering hands all over him. all of it just for him, at least just for tonight, and however many nights in the future he dreams about this.

many nights, he thinks, as those hands wander further. Viktor bites his bottom lip, purrs, fingers curling tight in the sheets under him. he's very promptly reminded about something, and that hand leaves the sheets to reach under the pillow beneath him, fumbling around, and eventually tossing a small (notably near empty) bottle that smacks Jayce's elbow on the way down. ]

[Jayce pulls off with a wet noise when the bottle hits him, taking a few deep breaths while his brain tries to pull back together enough to work out the connection between his gesture and Viktor's.

once the idea lands, he looks back up at Viktor with wide, too-bright eyes, lips parted and slick, and the question he asks is as breathless as it is eager] Can I?

[ it's unfair, really. Viktor throws the bottle of oil at him, the one on his bed within reach specifically for one purpose, the implication of permission granted clear as day. and Jayce still looks up at him to ask, with those same eager pup eyes of his, because he's still so cautious of the rules set and wary of being a disappointment. incredibly rude of him. ]

You've been so good for me. [ Viktor's voice is shaky, breathless and on edge. he reaches out to grasp Jayce's chin, his thumb gently rubbing under his bottom lip. ] Do you want to?

Yes. [his lip bobs against Viktor's thumb when he answers, and he's absolutely certain he could be completely content just sitting with Viktor holding his chin like this, telling him he's good.

he's torn, honestly, unable to decide which he wants more -- to be inside Viktor or to have Viktor inside him. but it's easy, isn't it? because Viktor's in charge.] However you want me, I'm yours.

[ oh. Viktor smirks. ] Dangerous words, those.

[ there are so many options. so many possibilities. so many fantasies and lonely late night scenarios he could fulfill right here, right now. his head's spinning. which is a shame. ]

Come here. [ he tugs gently on Jayce's chin to bring the man closer, guiding him up until he's almost close enough to kiss him. he won't - those are the rules, after all - but close. ] I'll tell you what we're going to do.

[it's so easy it's almost frightening, doing this with Viktor. letting his partner lead him with a gentle grip on his chin, and Jayce crawls up the mattress obediently, hands braced on either side of Viktor's torso.

they're close enough that he can feel Viktor's breath against his lips, and the sensation makes his lashes flutter a little.] Yeah?

[ it really should be. he shouldn't have so much power over one man, but Jayce listens and obeys so sweetly that it's addicting. Jayce looks so handsome hovering over him, breathing heavy, sweating, waiting to be told what to do. a lesser man would fold. ]

You, [ said while he traces the other man's bottom lip with his fingertip, ] are going to get me ready for you. Use whatever's left. [ gesturing idly towards said near empty bottle, which his drunken self is certain will still be plenty. ]

Then, you're going to lay down on your back. And I am going to ride you, until I am satisfied. [ two fingers touch Jayce's lips now, slipping past them to gently press down on his tongue. ] If you come before I do, I'm sending you home, and finishing this myself. But if you're good for me, I'll give you what you want. Understood?

[despite the fingers in his mouth, he keeps his lips parted. Viktor hasn't told him he can suck on them right now, so he keeps still for the time being, those keening little noises still falling from his mouth as Viktor presses against his tongue.

there's sweat sliding down his chest, dotting his face, and there's nothing behind his eyes other than pure want. and gods, the idea of Viktor riding him? using him for his pleasure? it's -- ] Perfect. [though the word is slurred a little around the fingers in his mouth.]

[ perfect. Viktor smiles, glad to see that they are in agreement. and he's still so obedient, so careful not to step out of line, so wary of doing anything he's not directly told to do. how is it possible, that it's everything he dreamed of, and somehow even more? ]

Good boy.

[ his fingers slip free from Jayce's lips, giving a gentle push against his chin to nudge him back down, back to where he was previously. ] Don't keep me waiting.

[oh, Jayce would do anything to get that "good boy" from Viktor, he's rapidly realizing. it sounds even better than he'd imagined, wrapped in that Zaunite accent and Viktor's usual wry tone.

he slides back down the bed, dropping almost sweet little kisses to Viktor's skin on his way. then he settles between his partner's thighs again and uncaps the oil, slicking it over his fingers with trembling hands.

his fingertips circle Viktor's entrance at first, not to tease but to get him wet, and his teeth drag over his lower lip in anticipation. oh so carefully, he starts working his finger in, pausing when he feels resistance until Viktor's body loosens enough to take his whole finger and moaning like he's the one being penetrated.]

[ gods, it's unfair, the vision before him right now. broad shoulders, tousled dark hair, bright hungry eyes. the man could snap him in half if he wanted to (or if Viktor told him to, he thinks,) but he's still so gentle and soft, treating every touch against his pale skin like it's getting him off too. it probably is, if the noises he's making just from prepping him are anything to go by.

Viktor's quieter in comparison, relaxing with a sigh against the pillows, closing his eyes for just a moment. the alcohol in his veins helps ease the tension, but admittedly, it has been a while, and he does hiss through his teeth at the initial intrusion. the random bar encounters were fewer and far between. disappointments. nothing like this. ]

Look at you... [ said when he peeks an eye open, smiles a little too fondly at Jayce between his legs. he reaches down to stroke and run his fingers through Jayce's hair, his breathing hot and heavy with every push in further. ] You must want this so bad, don't you?

[it's okay, to Jayce, that Viktor is more quiet. it just means he has to focus a little harder to hear them. and it means that every little sigh or exhale that Viktor makes in the lab will bring Jayce back to this moment here, now, and that's as delicious as it is dangerous.

he sighs and nods at the fond smile, at the fingers in his hair, his expression dreamy. he might almost look peaceful, were it not for the flush in his cheeks, the beads of sweat dotting his forehead. the front of his trousers are damp and stained where his cock rubs against the material, and he makes some sort of affirmative sound in answer to Viktor's question.]

[ that's really the most dangerous part of this, isn't it? what will happen after. that's the part Viktor isn't thinking about, not right now. too drunk, too lost in sensation, enjoying the view far too much. only now exists, only this. not later, not tomorrow, not awkward mornings in the lab waiting for the coffee to brew. ]

Mmm, oh, you do sound like it. [ and it's a sound he's going to take with him for future nights alone in bed. Viktor's head might be fuzzy and his vision a little hazy, but it can't be just from alcohol, not when Jayce is all over him, inside him. his fantasies could never compare. ] You don't-- ah... have to take your time, you know.

[gods he almost forgot what he was meant to be doing here, so lost was he in the heat of Viktor's body, in watching the long lines of him move and arch and sigh and knowing that he did that.

Jayce mumbles an apology with a kiss to Viktor's hip, unable to help giving the bitemark blossoming on his skin a little nip. he withdraws his finger, but soon enough there are two nudging in, as careful as the first, and he watches Viktor's face for the smallest signs of discomfort.

the breath gets knocked out of him a little when his fingers slide home, and he curls them just to see what sort of reaction he can coax from his partner]

[ oh. Viktor's head tips back, a low groan in the back of his throat. one hand grips Jayce's hair tighter on instinct, a shiver wracking through him, lips parted. even something like this, the precursor to the act itself, and it's better than he could ever hope to recreate on his own another night, tracing the mark left on his hip and vividly remembering the feeling of Jayce's lips and tongue and teeth there. ]

Jayce... [ his free hand, he brings to his lips, taking a knuckle between his teeth. ] Yes... good boy, just like that.

[ admittedly, he's not usually so reactive. but Viktor can only hypothesize, previous hookups didn't know him so well, weren't so intense and heated as Jayce is with him. there's probably some reason for it. probably. ]

[that good boy reverberates through him and he feels like his whole body is vibrating with anticipation of more and next. oh, to see Viktor biting his knuckle like that and know that he caused that? that feeling is dangerously addicting.

he spreads his fingers, twisting his wrist as he works his hand against Viktor, breathlessly smearing openmouthed kisses across his hip and down his thigh.]

[ it'd be terribly embarrassing, after all the buildup tonight, to come undone just from this. he could, he thinks. he bites on the skin around his knuckle, barely stifling his sinful little moans around it, perhaps more vocal on purpose because it's driving his partner crazy at the same time. but he knows he has to be careful, to not lose control too much, to not just lay back and give in. what a disappointing night that would be. so he tries. but let it be known, he's trying very hard.

and Jayce isn't exactly making it easy. Viktor manages to keep his hips still as thick fingers drive into him over and over, though only just, the temptation to arch and roll upward to get more, more of that touch near burning. instead he waits, grasping Jayce's hair tight in his hand as he waits and lets his body adjust, waits until he's opened and ready. maddening a wait as it is. Viktor's not known for his patience. ]

Hahh-- Jayce, that's... that's enough. [ it might be, it might not be. but it needs to be, or this will be over far too quickly. ] O-On your back. Now.

[it's so easy to get lost in this. the noises Viktor makes, the little whines and whimpers he seems almost embarrassed by that trickle down Jayce's spine to curl at the base of it, settling there and spreading their heat.

it's the sharp order of now that snaps him back to the moment, and he nods breathlessly, easing his hand away.] Yeah -- yes.

[in a moment, he's up next to Viktor on the mattress, moving onto his back. his hands go to his pants to undo them but pauses, glancing over at his partner for guidance. for permission.] Do you want --

[ he needs a moment. Viktor can't help the shiver as Jayce's fingers slip out, empty and aching. Jayce lays down beside him, and Viktor pushes himself up on his elbows, breathing heavy as he waits for his vision to clear, for his heart to stop racing so hard it'll beat out of his chest. breathe. fuck. ]

You're an engineer, Jayce. [ dryly ] Figure out a way to fuck me with your pants on.

[ before Jayce has a moment to wonder if he's telling the truth, he smacks the back of his hand against Jayce's hip. ] Off.

[there's a split second when his brow furrows a little before Viktor swats at his hip and it surprises Jayce into a breathless sort of laugh. right, yes. finishing undressing and now staring at Viktor's open, panting mouth.

he fumbles a little with the fly and zipper but manages, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of both his pants and briefs so he can slide both down at once, lifting his hips a little as he does. it's a relief, working his pants down and off, but the undressing leaves him feeling a little vulnerable, a little nervous lying here next to Viktor completely naked. like his partner might decide he's undesirable in some way and dismiss him]

[ something about the momentary confusion, and the eagerness that follows, is incredibly endearing. Viktor keeps that to himself. ]

Look at you. [ which Viktor does, eyes roaming, dark skin and sweat and heat radiating from him. he can't help but touch, trailing his fingertips down Jayce's neck and his chest, down his abs, to the base of his cock. ] All ready and waiting for me.

[ his other hand grasps the oil bottle, turning it over and pouring what's left into his palm. ] You are, yes? Ready for me?

[Viktor's voice and the way he looks down at him reassures him, deeply. there's a longing there that he feels matches his own, something that puts heat behind the drag of Viktor's hands over his skin.

another one of those high pitched whines, and Jayce bites his lip, huffing a breath through his nose as he forces himself to stay still, despite the hand on his cock.] Yes -- gods yes, Viktor.

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and the wanting comes in waves... [for hexcrafter]

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i've played all my cards, and that's what you've done too... [for hexcrafter]

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