[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.
[ he listens so well. Viktor does wonder if he would have the same courage if he were sober, if he'd be able to keep his charade up or cave in and start devouring the man. ]
So good for me, aren't you?
[ oh, he could. Viktor trails his hands back up into Jayce's hair to tug his head to one side, leaning in to breathe him in. sweat and honey sweet desire, firey smoke and metal, he could drown in it. ]
Don't be shy. [ said as he presses his lips to Jayce's shoulder, and again, and again, taking his time to make his way back up to his ear. ] I want to hear you.
[he does groan, finally, when Viktor tugs at his hair. a rough, wanton sort of noise as his palms drag restlessly over the couch. he can smell Viktor's shampoo and feel his breath against his ear and it's too much but also not enough.
each kiss is met with a softly whimpered plea, desperate, reedy whines spilling from parted lips as Viktor takes his time moving his mouth over his skin]
Perfect. [ better than he could've imagined in his filthiest late night fantasies. he sounds perfect. Viktor grins against Jayce's neck, scratching blunt nails against Jayce's scalp and twisting his hair between his fingers. ] So perfect. All for me.
[ all mine, the thought echoes in his head, the steady rocking of his hips increasing the more he loses himself in the moment. in the heat, the smell of it, of Jayce. without really thinking, he sinks his teeth into Jayce's shoulder, closing his lips around the spot and sucking hard. he doesn't particularly mind if the marks he leave are visible. ]
[Jayce murmurs a quietly desperate fuck at the way Viktor tugs his hair, giving him exactly what he'd needed. something a little rough, a little commanding. the tilt to Viktor's voice, too, sends arousal like electricity skittering over his skin.
and then, and then Viktor sinks his teeth into Jayce's shoulder and Jayce moans helplessly, automatically bringing a hand up to thread his fingers into Viktor's hair, wanting to keep his head there --
[ the sound escapes him instinctually, a brief and fleeting thing as though the situation were reversed, and he were the one needy and begging. he doesn't immediately reprimand, his drunken haziness enjoying the feeling. imagining. being held close, lovingly. ah.
but Viktor remembers and lifts his head, though the expression on his face isn't really all that disappointed. teasing, really. ]
That's twice now, Jayce. [ he breathes heavy against Jayce's lips, his hands moving to the back of the couch behind him. ] I thought you said you'd be good for me.
I know. I know. [he looks utterly distraught, eyebrows raised in worry, and his hands go back to where they were supposed to be on the sofa, despite wanting so badly to touch Viktor somehow.
the breath against his mouth is intoxicating, each one of Viktor's exhales becoming Jayce's inhale.] I'm sorry.
[ terribly unfair of him, really, to look so pitifully upset over an accidental impulse. he makes it far too tempting to cradle such a sad face to his chest, stroke his hair, and tell him it's alright. but they'll have to save that for another time - if this is something they want to continue, of course. ]
I should hope so. [ Viktor leans back, hands on the couch at either side of his hips, tantalizingly close to Jayce's own. testing. he tilts his head to one side. ] If you misbehave one more time, I will tell you to leave. Understood?
[ wouldn't that be something? more of this. Viktor's sure he could be so greedy, but his sober mind would disagree. for now ... a drunk man can dream. ]
See that you do.
[ his head tilts to the other side, pondering on where to go from here. he was having fun... but, perhaps a change of pace. ]
Is it because I've been neglecting you? [ he keeps one hand at the back of the couch, but the other makes its way downward, pressing down over Jayce's chest until he reaches the waistband of his pants. then lower, pressing his palm flat between his legs, the pressure firm but nowhere near satisfying enough for such a needy man. ] Am I not giving you what you really want, Jayce?
Fuck, Viktor -- [he lets his head fall back against the couch eyes squeezed shut not just in pleasure but in concentration. willing himself not to move, to stay still despite the warmth of Viktor's hand against him.
he looks in danger of biting through his lip before he can answer -- ] Not. Not quite. No, I -- gods I want to touch you back.
it's not like that isn't also what Viktor wants. the worshipping, the ravishing, the being held close and sweet and tender. not by just anyone. Jayce's hands on him, all around him.
he can feel his resolve slipping. Jayce can feel his thighs tremble as a shudder wracks through him, can hear the couch material creak under his grip. deep breaths. ]
Do you think you've earned it? [ his hand presses for firmly between Jayce's legs, starting to move up and down, but oh so slowly. trying to keep in mind that Jayce has misbehaved not once, but twice. ]
I don't -- I -- [he tries to breathe under the movement of Viktor's hand, so tantalizingly slow he could cry. without Viktor's mouth on him, it's a little easier to focus on staying still. but only a little.
he's absolutely trembling underneath Viktor, both from the needwant coursing through him and the effort of remaining in place.] I could. Let me please you?
[ the resolve is slipping even further, with each and every needy little sound from those lips. it'll drive him mad, the longer this keeps up. fuck. ]
... [ fuck. he's starting to think he'd cave even if he wasn't inebriated. Viktor removes his hand from Jayce's lap, both reaching to cup his face, tilt his head up again. his gaze bores down, analyzing. ]
[ he wants to, when Jayce asks so sweetly. Viktor's head starts to spin and he pictures what it would be like, what it would feel like, hazy imaginary scenarios of something special. fuck, he very nearly leans in himself, the temptation to just say fuck it and give in.
but Viktor doesn't. he covers Jayce's mouth with his hand, gently pressing down to guide the man's head away. ]
I know, you said. [it's a little mumbled against Viktor's palm, and he's tempted to try and press a kiss there, too.] I can't use my mouth at all? On your skin?
[ well. part of him thinks that would be a fascinating challenge, to see how well Jayce does with only his hands. but Viktor can't possibly say no to that, not entirely. ]
Only from the neck down. [ he moves his hand, fingers momentarily lingering against Jayce's lips, before trailing further down, palm pressed flat over his collarbone. ]
Understood. [while Viktor's fingers are against his lips, Jayce takes that chance to nip at them lightly. but then they're gone, and he refocuses on Viktor's neck.
he starts just under his ear, not using his mouth yet because that's not what he was given permission for, but nosing at his pulsepoint, inhaling Viktor's scent with a pleased sigh. he moves down further, focusing on a place on Viktor's collarbone. gently, he scrapes his teeth over the delicate skin there before closing his mouth over it to tease with his tongue]
[ Viktor watches him carefully, eyes half-lidded, a steady rise of his chest as he breathes and tries to stay in control. but it's a far more difficult of a task when Jayce is the one exploring him, slow and gentle and reverent. something he used to imagine, after being disappointed enough times by complete strangers, and left to his own devices.
and he does close his eyes, briefly, the slight sharpness of teeth scarping over his skin wracking another shiver down his spin, and he wants to encourage the man to bite down. leave some evidence behind. the neck of his oversized sleep shirt has been torn and stretched, but he's still quite covered up. hmm. ]
Hang on-- [ mumbled, his hands leaving their purchase on Jayce's chest to reach behind him, fumbling with the grip of his shirt before tugging it over his head and tossing the garment most unceremoniously onto the floor. his brace is next, but the clasps are ... a tad more difficult with clumsy drunken hands. ] ... hang on ...
[it's so fucking tempting to move his hips while he does this, or wrap his arms around Viktor to pull him closer, but he needs to behave so he can savour this for as long as Viktor will let him.
the scent and gods the taste of Viktor is overwhelming. all saltsweet and pale skin that Jayce eagerly applies himself to making a mark against.
that is until Viktor is pulling away and Jayce realizes the reason for it] Can I help?
[ the brace itself isn't horribly complicated. he knows it can seem that way to someone unfamiliar, but Viktor's had it for so long, undoing the clasps and straps are usually muscle memory by now. but muscle memory after putting back enough shots to take out a lesser man is not quite the same.
Jayce can tell he's struggling. Viktor frowns. (pouts.) ]
I can-- [ his fingers are fumbling. he's sulking. ] ... if you wouldn't mind.
[it's less that it's a struggle and more that he likes the idea of undressing Viktor like this. much as he wants to kiss that sulky mouth, he refrains, simply smiling and pressing a kiss to his now-bare shoulder, instead.
gently, he nudges Viktor's hands aside to take over, carefully pulling straps loose and undoing clasps. it feels deeply intimate, this moment. laying bare a part of Viktor that his partner keeps so hidden.
he takes his time with it, sliding his hands underneath the leather to smooth his palms over Viktor's waist once the front is undone. next comes the shoulder strap, and then he reaches around Viktor to start loosening the bolts and locks along the back. the motion brings them closer together, and Jayce can't quite help but press his mouth to the space between Viktor's collarbones]
[ it's just taking a layer off, just letting more skin be exposed for Jayce to continue his tender exploration of, and yet it feels different. Viktor's hands move away from unsuccessfully trying to loosen straps, instead letting his left fall to his side as his right arm wraps around Jayce's shoulder.
intimate isn't the word he should be thinking of, but it feels like it is. Jayce's hands were always gentle with him, but it feels more so. he's the only other person (medical staff aside of course,) who's seen and helped with his braces, who's seen him this bare and exposed. he'd always made an effort to keep covered up otherwise. the reddened marks and the bolts, some may consider unsightly.
the leather and metal slide off more delicately than his shirt did. he's pressed close against Jayce's chest, their breathing matching. once he lets his arm slip free of the brace's strap, it joins the other around Jayce's shoulders. Viktor tips his head down, lips brushing against the other man's ear again, mumbling softly. ] Jayce.
I've got you. [it's a gently whispered promise as he finishes the last clasp and is able to set the brace aside with a little more care than Viktor had used on his shirt.
yes, there are red marks on his leg and waist where the straps dug into him, and yes there are bolts fused to his spine to help support his fragile frame. but rather than be disgusted by it, Jayce is fascinated. if Viktor would let him, he'd soothe those marks with his hands, press his mouth to each and every bolt along his spine.
but for right now, he settles his hands back against the couch cushion.] What next?
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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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So good for me, aren't you?
[ oh, he could. Viktor trails his hands back up into Jayce's hair to tug his head to one side, leaning in to breathe him in. sweat and honey sweet desire, firey smoke and metal, he could drown in it. ]
Don't be shy. [ said as he presses his lips to Jayce's shoulder, and again, and again, taking his time to make his way back up to his ear. ] I want to hear you.
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each kiss is met with a softly whimpered plea, desperate, reedy whines spilling from parted lips as Viktor takes his time moving his mouth over his skin]
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[ all mine, the thought echoes in his head, the steady rocking of his hips increasing the more he loses himself in the moment. in the heat, the smell of it, of Jayce. without really thinking, he sinks his teeth into Jayce's shoulder, closing his lips around the spot and sucking hard. he doesn't particularly mind if the marks he leave are visible. ]
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and then, and then Viktor sinks his teeth into Jayce's shoulder and Jayce moans helplessly, automatically bringing a hand up to thread his fingers into Viktor's hair, wanting to keep his head there --
-- and he freezes, realizing what he's done.]
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[ the sound escapes him instinctually, a brief and fleeting thing as though the situation were reversed, and he were the one needy and begging. he doesn't immediately reprimand, his drunken haziness enjoying the feeling. imagining. being held close, lovingly. ah.
but Viktor remembers and lifts his head, though the expression on his face isn't really all that disappointed. teasing, really. ]
That's twice now, Jayce. [ he breathes heavy against Jayce's lips, his hands moving to the back of the couch behind him. ] I thought you said you'd be good for me.
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the breath against his mouth is intoxicating, each one of Viktor's exhales becoming Jayce's inhale.] I'm sorry.
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I should hope so. [ Viktor leans back, hands on the couch at either side of his hips, tantalizingly close to Jayce's own. testing. he tilts his head to one side. ] If you misbehave one more time, I will tell you to leave. Understood?
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the warning is incredibly fair. more than fair, given he's made two mistakes already, and he nods, wide eyed, in response.] Yes. Yes, thank you.
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See that you do.
[ his head tilts to the other side, pondering on where to go from here. he was having fun... but, perhaps a change of pace. ]
Is it because I've been neglecting you? [ he keeps one hand at the back of the couch, but the other makes its way downward, pressing down over Jayce's chest until he reaches the waistband of his pants. then lower, pressing his palm flat between his legs, the pressure firm but nowhere near satisfying enough for such a needy man. ] Am I not giving you what you really want, Jayce?
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he looks in danger of biting through his lip before he can answer -- ] Not. Not quite. No, I -- gods I want to touch you back.
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it's not like that isn't also what Viktor wants. the worshipping, the ravishing, the being held close and sweet and tender. not by just anyone. Jayce's hands on him, all around him.
he can feel his resolve slipping. Jayce can feel his thighs tremble as a shudder wracks through him, can hear the couch material creak under his grip. deep breaths. ]
Do you think you've earned it? [ his hand presses for firmly between Jayce's legs, starting to move up and down, but oh so slowly. trying to keep in mind that Jayce has misbehaved not once, but twice. ]
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he's absolutely trembling underneath Viktor, both from the needwant coursing through him and the effort of remaining in place.] I could. Let me please you?
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... [ fuck. he's starting to think he'd cave even if he wasn't inebriated. Viktor removes his hand from Jayce's lap, both reaching to cup his face, tilt his head up again. his gaze bores down, analyzing. ]
Show me.
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Can I? [the question is small and hopeful, and he tilts his head a little to nose under Viktor's jaw, silently asking permission to continue]
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but Viktor doesn't. he covers Jayce's mouth with his hand, gently pressing down to guide the man's head away. ]
You can't kiss me.
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Only from the neck down. [ he moves his hand, fingers momentarily lingering against Jayce's lips, before trailing further down, palm pressed flat over his collarbone. ]
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he starts just under his ear, not using his mouth yet because that's not what he was given permission for, but nosing at his pulsepoint, inhaling Viktor's scent with a pleased sigh. he moves down further, focusing on a place on Viktor's collarbone. gently, he scrapes his teeth over the delicate skin there before closing his mouth over it to tease with his tongue]
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and he does close his eyes, briefly, the slight sharpness of teeth scarping over his skin wracking another shiver down his spin, and he wants to encourage the man to bite down. leave some evidence behind. the neck of his oversized sleep shirt has been torn and stretched, but he's still quite covered up. hmm. ]
Hang on-- [ mumbled, his hands leaving their purchase on Jayce's chest to reach behind him, fumbling with the grip of his shirt before tugging it over his head and tossing the garment most unceremoniously onto the floor. his brace is next, but the clasps are ... a tad more difficult with clumsy drunken hands. ] ... hang on ...
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the scent and gods the taste of Viktor is overwhelming. all saltsweet and pale skin that Jayce eagerly applies himself to making a mark against.
that is until Viktor is pulling away and Jayce realizes the reason for it] Can I help?
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Jayce can tell he's struggling. Viktor frowns. (pouts.) ]
I can-- [ his fingers are fumbling. he's sulking. ] ... if you wouldn't mind.
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gently, he nudges Viktor's hands aside to take over, carefully pulling straps loose and undoing clasps. it feels deeply intimate, this moment. laying bare a part of Viktor that his partner keeps so hidden.
he takes his time with it, sliding his hands underneath the leather to smooth his palms over Viktor's waist once the front is undone. next comes the shoulder strap, and then he reaches around Viktor to start loosening the bolts and locks along the back. the motion brings them closer together, and Jayce can't quite help but press his mouth to the space between Viktor's collarbones]
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intimate isn't the word he should be thinking of, but it feels like it is. Jayce's hands were always gentle with him, but it feels more so. he's the only other person (medical staff aside of course,) who's seen and helped with his braces, who's seen him this bare and exposed. he'd always made an effort to keep covered up otherwise. the reddened marks and the bolts, some may consider unsightly.
the leather and metal slide off more delicately than his shirt did. he's pressed close against Jayce's chest, their breathing matching. once he lets his arm slip free of the brace's strap, it joins the other around Jayce's shoulders. Viktor tips his head down, lips brushing against the other man's ear again, mumbling softly. ] Jayce.
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yes, there are red marks on his leg and waist where the straps dug into him, and yes there are bolts fused to his spine to help support his fragile frame. but rather than be disgusted by it, Jayce is fascinated. if Viktor would let him, he'd soothe those marks with his hands, press his mouth to each and every bolt along his spine.
but for right now, he settles his hands back against the couch cushion.] What next?
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