[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.
[ it's all so perfect. so much more so than his imagination in the middle of the night could've come up with. Viktor bites his bottom lip as he only slightly awkwardly crawls over Jayce's body, drunken haze making lifting his bad leg over Jayce's hips less smooth than he would've liked-- but he manages, maybe huffs a self-depreciating laugh to himself.
but he's here now, the perfect vantage point. and he watches the man underneath him, barely holding back from writhing, like he's ready to devour him. ]
You can touch me. [ he says it softly as his slicked fingers wrap around Jayce's cock, stroking slowly and spreading the oil around him. he takes his time, making sure they're both ready. ] If you want to.
Fuck. [it's a breathless laugh of his own, trailing off into some wordless expression of need as Viktor's slick fingers work over him. trembling hands rest against Viktor's thighs, wide palms almost covering them entirely, rubbing restlessly up and down.
maybe sometime, when they're both a little less impatient, Viktor will let him cover every mark and scar and bolt with the sweetest kisses.]
Mmm... [ Viktor does take a moment, committing the image to memory, because he doesn't want to get his hopes up by thinking there will be a repeat performance. he dips his head down, swipes his tongue over the tip of Jayce's cock. ] I think I have some idea.
[ but now, he feels he's tortured the poor man long enough. and he's done being patient, himself. dragging himself just that little bit further up Jayce's torso, just enough to line him up, Viktor keeps his gaze on the other man's face as he wraps a hand around him again. and he guides him inside slowly, less for his own comfort, more to watch Jayce's face.
he inhales sharply through his teeth, the feeling of being stretched and filled slowly burning through him. and he banishes every memory of those previous partners, those one-night stands that were little more than poor substitutes, none of them holding a candle to the heat and electricity sparking through him now. ]
[oh, how can he not whine helplessly at the tease of Viktor's teasing tongue? his fingers press against Viktor's pale thighs, his cock twitching at that extra bit of stimulation.
but then Viktor is moving, taking him in and Jayce makes a broken noise like Viktor's hit him in the centre of his chest. he's panting, chest heaving, teeth dragging over his lower lip as he fights to keep his hips still. to let Viktor take his time rather than driving up into him.
his hands scramble before gripping and squeezing Viktor's hips. gods, he feels amazing. hotter than the forge, slick and sweet and so much better than he could have imagined.]
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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]
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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?
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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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but he's here now, the perfect vantage point. and he watches the man underneath him, barely holding back from writhing, like he's ready to devour him. ]
You can touch me. [ he says it softly as his slicked fingers wrap around Jayce's cock, stroking slowly and spreading the oil around him. he takes his time, making sure they're both ready. ] If you want to.
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maybe sometime, when they're both a little less impatient, Viktor will let him cover every mark and scar and bolt with the sweetest kisses.]
You have no idea how much I want.
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[ but now, he feels he's tortured the poor man long enough. and he's done being patient, himself. dragging himself just that little bit further up Jayce's torso, just enough to line him up, Viktor keeps his gaze on the other man's face as he wraps a hand around him again. and he guides him inside slowly, less for his own comfort, more to watch Jayce's face.
he inhales sharply through his teeth, the feeling of being stretched and filled slowly burning through him. and he banishes every memory of those previous partners, those one-night stands that were little more than poor substitutes, none of them holding a candle to the heat and electricity sparking through him now. ]
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but then Viktor is moving, taking him in and Jayce makes a broken noise like Viktor's hit him in the centre of his chest. he's panting, chest heaving, teeth dragging over his lower lip as he fights to keep his hips still. to let Viktor take his time rather than driving up into him.
his hands scramble before gripping and squeezing Viktor's hips. gods, he feels amazing. hotter than the forge, slick and sweet and so much better than he could have imagined.]