[ 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. ]
[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. ]
[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.
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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?
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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.
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Good boy.
[ he brings his crutch back, observes for a moment more. burning the image to memory, just in case. ]
Take your shirt off.
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sweet mercy, how often had he envisioned exactly this scenario in his bed alone at night? too many times to count.]
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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.
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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.]
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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?
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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.