boyofprogress | OPEN RP POST

[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.]

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