[ 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. ]
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.]
[ 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 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.]
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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.]