[ 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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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.