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.
[ his brow quirks up, expression reading are you questioning me? but Jayce listens and agrees to his terms, so he doesn't say anything more on the matter. it is setting a boundary, partly to ensure Jayce is good for following directions, but also ... they shouldn't be pretending this is anything more than it is. Viktor knows without a doubt, if Jayce kisses him, he's going to lose what remaining composure he has.
thankfully, he doesn't. Viktor nods his head, sweeping a thumb across Jayce's bottom lip. he knows it's a tease, considering what he just said. ]
You listen so well. [ slowly, his hands start travelling south, down over Jayce's neck, the slightest pressure against his throat. testing. then to his shoulders, his blunt nails dragging across his skin. he leans in to whisper in Jayce's ear. ] You've thought about this before. Tell me about it.
[oh, if Viktor kissed him int might be all over. he'd do his best to listen and restrain himself but he's certain it wouldn't be for long.
but he holds still for now, barely blinking like if he closes his eyes at any point he might wake up and this whole thing will have simply been another wonderful but lonely dream. his lips stay parted, soft noises escaping on the odd exhale as Viktor's fingers move over his skin. the thumb against his mouth had him shivering, and the voice against his ear makes him tremble all over again.]
Gods. I've thought about it so much. What do you want to know? [he'd ramble for hours, otherwise.]
[ he's thought about it so much. surely a heat of the moment type of thing. Viktor tries not to put too much thought into it, instead focusing on all the little movements, the shivers and the shaky exhales from the man underneath him, the way his chest heaves and his lips tremble. it's exquisite. ]
You're not supposed to be asking questions. [ one hand presses under Jayce's chin to tilt his head up again. ] I gave you a simple instruction, did I not?
[ as he speaks, he grinds his hips down harder in Jayce's lap, the few layers between them doing very little to hide Viktor's own enjoyment of the situation. ]
[he swears under his breath, the cushions practically creaking under his hands where his fingers dig into the material and he lifts his chin obediently for Viktor. but he stays still, gods help him, despite the way Viktor his rocking his hips against him and there's no way to hide how much he wants this.]
Your hands. [he finally manages, more than a little breathless.] I imagine your hands on me. And your fingers, fuck. Especially your fingers, on me. In me.
[ his hands, hm? that does conjure up some images, sparks a few ideas. Viktor can't let his imagination run away too far, but if nothing else, it'll be good material for next time he's alone at night with a hand down his shorts. ]
I like listening to your voice like this. [ the hand on Jayce's neck moves up to touch his cheek, reaching up into his hair and thread his fingers through it. he thinks about his hands, his fingers, hm? Viktor's brow quirks, and his other hand lifts so he can press the tip of his thumb against Jayce's lips. ] Open up.
[yes, he'd been hoping for something like this. Viktor's hands pulling at his hair, his fingers in his mouth. maybe if he's very good, Viktor will let him use his tongue, play out one of his fantasies.
he parts his lips eagerly, eyes half lidded, his eyes a deep amber as he watches Viktor reverently.]
[ he does wonder, though the thought is fleeting, if Jayce had listened so well to this mysterious previous partner of his. maybe he was a little bratty. maybe he has a breaking point. or maybe he's just needed someone he actually wants to listen to.
interesting. but a thought to ponder on later. Jayce is looking at him like he's an alter to be worshipped at. Viktor can't help feeling smug - alcoholic influence certainly contributing. his thumb passes over Jayce's bottom lip once more before slipping inside, the rest of his fingers grasping Jayce's chin, commanding his attention. ]
I've had a few thoughts of my own. My imagination comes in handy, you know? Alone at night. [ he presses his thumb down on Jayce's tongue, slowly rubbing back and forth. ] It's a shame, really. I've not found anyone who listens to me as well as you do.
[his level of obedience depends entirely on his mood. sometimes, he likes to be a little bratty with his partner. enjoys the playful push and pull of it, being made to break so he can get his reward. but right here, right now, he's too into the idea of being entirely submissive for Viktor.
he would, if Viktor asked him. worship him, however his partner would allow. hands, mouth, tongue -- there was nothing Viktor could ask that Jayce would want to say no to.
for now, he makes a faint questioning noise around Viktor's thumb that trails off into a quiet moan. what has Viktor imagined? will Jayce get to hear?
his hips twitch a little at the sensation of Viktor's thumb caressing his tongue like that, entirely without his permission, and his brow pinches slightly in concern that he'll be in trouble for it.]
[ isn't that an enticing idea? to be worshipped. not just pleasured. but adored, revered. to be someone so worthy and deserving of sensual worship. but it seems ... a bit of an overreach. he does need to keep his head in the game, as it were. in all likelihood, this is a one-off. stress release.
but gods above it is difficult when Jayce makes noises like that. when Jayce writhes under him. ]
Ah. [ trouble? hmm. Viktor tilts Jayce's head up again with the hold on his chin, his brow quirked up. ] Am I neglecting you, Jayce?
If there's something you want, you should tell me. [ he presses his thumb down on Jayce's tongue, knowing full well it's going to make speaking difficult. ] Or can you sit still and behave, like a good boy?
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I moved. [even around the thumb it sounds mildly distressed, even though the words come out choked. it makes his mind wander to how he might sound trying to speak around Viktor's cock, and his knuckles go white they're gripping the cushions so hard.
he mumbles something that sounds like sorry and presses his tongue more firmly against Viktor's thumb, like that might make up for the indiscretion.]
Oh? [ that's right, he did. something Viktor's body certainly appreciates, a little friction from the few layers between them making this thighs tremble and his breath shake, but. he did tell Jayce to stay still. ]
You are correct, you did misbehave. [ he slips his thumb free from Jayce's mouth, both hands cupping either side of his face. ] Do you feel you need to be punished for it?
Maybe. [his voice is slurred, still. not from Viktor's thumb in his mouth this time but from sheer want. his expression goes a little dopey as Viktor cups his face, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at him adoringly.]
Or I could make up for it. [it's a bit of a struggle already to pull words together. Viktor's tapped in so quickly and neatly to exactly what Jayce had been fantasizing about for so long, and it's making his head spin.] What -- what d'you think I deserve?
[ it's not fair, really. Jayce shouldn't be allowed to be both devastatingly handsome and cute. but that little hint of a smile, something wrenches in Viktor's chest, deep in his ribcage. he almost leans in to kiss him, but manages some restraint. ]
Hmmm... [ his fingers reach further up into Jayce's hair, twisting dark strands between digits. ]
You're lucky I am so forgiving. [ he lowers his head, lips brushing against the tip of Jayce's nose, teasing. ] Can you make it up to me with just your hands?
[oh, the kiss to his nose is so sweet, and Jayce aches to pull Viktor down for a proper kiss. but Viktor gets to decide where this goes. at least for tonight.]
Right here, like this? [his hands stay where they are, for the moment, waiting for Viktor to give him specifics. his eyes flutter shut and those long, slender fingers diving into his hair, lashes dark against his cheeks. he does wish that Viktor would pull harder, but he'll take what he can get, right now.]
Good boy. [ he did only ask a question, not grant permission to move those hands from the couch. there's a smile there, proud of his partner for remembering the rules. ] You'd be surprised how many times that is misunderstood. It's so ... disappointing.
[ he threads his fingers in Jayce's hair tighter, a small tug upwards. ] You would not disappoint me so, would you? You'll listen well. You'll be so good for me, won't you?
[the tug on his hair mixed with that good boy wrapped in Viktor's low, even tones has him rubbing his palms against the cushions. not trying to touch Viktor, he knows his orders, but trying to get some of that restless energy out.
his next exhale is a small whimper and he forces himself to open his eyes again so he can see Viktor's face.] I want to be your good boy so badly.
[ he can tell, those minute gestures he can spot in the corner of his vision, how hard Jayce is working to restrain himself. such dedication. which he will be properly rewarded for, but that will have to wait. ]
Oh, look at you, Jayce. [ Viktor strokes Jayce's cheek, just under his eyes, so needy and desperate for him. ] You'll be so good for me.
[ his hands travel southward next, slowly pressing over Jayce's neck and down his chest, blunt nails dragging down his skin. he leans in to whisper in Jayce's ear again, breathing heavy. ] Hold still and behave for me. Let me have my fun with you. And then I'll give you what you want.
[he's panting now, chest heaving with each breath as Viktor's fingers trace over him, exploring him, mapping him it feels like. like Viktor is trying to commit him to memory. the subtle bite of his nails is good, so good, and he can only imagine how they'd feel clawing at his back.
Jayce trembles with the effort to hold still, exhaling a desperate little noise now and again.] Yes. Yes please.
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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.
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thankfully, he doesn't. Viktor nods his head, sweeping a thumb across Jayce's bottom lip. he knows it's a tease, considering what he just said. ]
You listen so well. [ slowly, his hands start travelling south, down over Jayce's neck, the slightest pressure against his throat. testing. then to his shoulders, his blunt nails dragging across his skin. he leans in to whisper in Jayce's ear. ] You've thought about this before. Tell me about it.
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but he holds still for now, barely blinking like if he closes his eyes at any point he might wake up and this whole thing will have simply been another wonderful but lonely dream. his lips stay parted, soft noises escaping on the odd exhale as Viktor's fingers move over his skin. the thumb against his mouth had him shivering, and the voice against his ear makes him tremble all over again.]
Gods. I've thought about it so much. What do you want to know? [he'd ramble for hours, otherwise.]
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You're not supposed to be asking questions. [ one hand presses under Jayce's chin to tilt his head up again. ] I gave you a simple instruction, did I not?
[ as he speaks, he grinds his hips down harder in Jayce's lap, the few layers between them doing very little to hide Viktor's own enjoyment of the situation. ]
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Your hands. [he finally manages, more than a little breathless.] I imagine your hands on me. And your fingers, fuck. Especially your fingers, on me. In me.
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That's better.
[ his hands, hm? that does conjure up some images, sparks a few ideas. Viktor can't let his imagination run away too far, but if nothing else, it'll be good material for next time he's alone at night with a hand down his shorts. ]
I like listening to your voice like this. [ the hand on Jayce's neck moves up to touch his cheek, reaching up into his hair and thread his fingers through it. he thinks about his hands, his fingers, hm? Viktor's brow quirks, and his other hand lifts so he can press the tip of his thumb against Jayce's lips. ] Open up.
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he parts his lips eagerly, eyes half lidded, his eyes a deep amber as he watches Viktor reverently.]
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interesting. but a thought to ponder on later. Jayce is looking at him like he's an alter to be worshipped at. Viktor can't help feeling smug - alcoholic influence certainly contributing. his thumb passes over Jayce's bottom lip once more before slipping inside, the rest of his fingers grasping Jayce's chin, commanding his attention. ]
I've had a few thoughts of my own. My imagination comes in handy, you know? Alone at night. [ he presses his thumb down on Jayce's tongue, slowly rubbing back and forth. ] It's a shame, really. I've not found anyone who listens to me as well as you do.
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he would, if Viktor asked him. worship him, however his partner would allow. hands, mouth, tongue -- there was nothing Viktor could ask that Jayce would want to say no to.
for now, he makes a faint questioning noise around Viktor's thumb that trails off into a quiet moan. what has Viktor imagined? will Jayce get to hear?
his hips twitch a little at the sensation of Viktor's thumb caressing his tongue like that, entirely without his permission, and his brow pinches slightly in concern that he'll be in trouble for it.]
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but gods above it is difficult when Jayce makes noises like that. when Jayce writhes under him. ]
Ah. [ trouble? hmm. Viktor tilts Jayce's head up again with the hold on his chin, his brow quirked up. ] Am I neglecting you, Jayce?
If there's something you want, you should tell me. [ he presses his thumb down on Jayce's tongue, knowing full well it's going to make speaking difficult. ] Or can you sit still and behave, like a good boy?
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he mumbles something that sounds like sorry and presses his tongue more firmly against Viktor's thumb, like that might make up for the indiscretion.]
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You are correct, you did misbehave. [ he slips his thumb free from Jayce's mouth, both hands cupping either side of his face. ] Do you feel you need to be punished for it?
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Or I could make up for it. [it's a bit of a struggle already to pull words together. Viktor's tapped in so quickly and neatly to exactly what Jayce had been fantasizing about for so long, and it's making his head spin.] What -- what d'you think I deserve?
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Hmmm... [ his fingers reach further up into Jayce's hair, twisting dark strands between digits. ]
You're lucky I am so forgiving. [ he lowers his head, lips brushing against the tip of Jayce's nose, teasing. ] Can you make it up to me with just your hands?
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Right here, like this? [his hands stay where they are, for the moment, waiting for Viktor to give him specifics. his eyes flutter shut and those long, slender fingers diving into his hair, lashes dark against his cheeks. he does wish that Viktor would pull harder, but he'll take what he can get, right now.]
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Good boy. [ he did only ask a question, not grant permission to move those hands from the couch. there's a smile there, proud of his partner for remembering the rules. ] You'd be surprised how many times that is misunderstood. It's so ... disappointing.
[ he threads his fingers in Jayce's hair tighter, a small tug upwards. ] You would not disappoint me so, would you? You'll listen well. You'll be so good for me, won't you?
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his next exhale is a small whimper and he forces himself to open his eyes again so he can see Viktor's face.] I want to be your good boy so badly.
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Oh, look at you, Jayce. [ Viktor strokes Jayce's cheek, just under his eyes, so needy and desperate for him. ] You'll be so good for me.
[ his hands travel southward next, slowly pressing over Jayce's neck and down his chest, blunt nails dragging down his skin. he leans in to whisper in Jayce's ear again, breathing heavy. ] Hold still and behave for me. Let me have my fun with you. And then I'll give you what you want.
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Jayce trembles with the effort to hold still, exhaling a desperate little noise now and again.] Yes. Yes please.
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