[ 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?
[ he lets out a sharp exhale as the tension around his chest is eased, like he'd been holding his breath this whole time - he might've, from the very second Jayce walked in the door and looked at him like that. there's no shyness, maybe spurned by the alcohol in his veins, maybe just because he's that comfortable around Jayce as is.
what next. Viktor frowns. those hands felt so nice on him. ]
You said you wanted to please me. [ heady and warm in Jayce's ear, while his fingers scratch idly at the nape of his neck. ] All you've done is undress me.
Didn't know if I could touch, other than helping. [though he keeps his hands still for now, he nuzzles at the hollow of Viktor's throat with a low, pleased sigh. then, slowly, teasingly, he drags his tongue over that spot, dipping it in and tracing every inch of skin there.
the nails against his neck have him shivering, and gods does he wish Viktor was a little higher so Jayce had better access to the rest of his chest. but he can make do, for now.]
[ it's sweet, really. Viktor presses a soft kiss to his cheek, appreciative of his efforts to keep in line, to do as he's told. but he does so badly want to touch, it seems, and Viktor does so want to be touched. ]
Don't worry. [ he reaches for one of Jayce's hand, leaning back just slightly so he can bring it to his lips. he presses a soft kiss to his knuckles, followed by another, and another, trailing down to the tip of his index finger. ] I gave you one rule this time. You abide by that, and I won't send you away.
[ then he takes Jayce's finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before closing his lips around it, sucking on it languidly as he keeps his gaze focused on Jayce's own. ]
Oh. [the noise is almost surprised, as Viktor kisses his fingers. and then, and then his fingers are in Viktor's mouth and Viktor is sucking, meeting Jayce's gaze, and Jayce whines pathetically. he looks a little awed, a little lost at the attention he hadn't been expecting.
with a trembling touch, he rests his hand against Viktor's waist, sliding upwards to rest against his ribcage so he can cradle Viktor's body while his thumb traces slow circles over his nipple]
[ Viktor only closes his eyes once he has two of Jayce's fingers in his mouth, slipping his tongue between them and scraping his teeth gently over his knuckles. he leans in and takes both fingers all the way into his mouth, and the sound he makes is near obscene when Jayce's hand starts teasing him. his back arches, eyelids fluttering, losing himself in the moment.
he's had so many fantasies about this. nights spent picturing scenarios just like this, writhing in Jayce's lap, lavishing attention on him. a part of him still can't really believe it's happening.
with a gentle tug on Jayce's wrist, those fingers slip past his lips with a wet pop. Viktor breathes heavy against his fingertips for a moment as he finds the other man's gaze once more, before he's pushing Jayce's hand down his neck, down to his chest. ]
[Jayce can't help the small, mewling sounds he makes as Viktor's lips and tongue work over him. Viktor himself is a vision, the long line of his body and dark lashes against his pale cheeks. Jayce has to bite his lip to keep from rocking up against him, craving just a little more friction.
the way Jayce's hands move over Viktor's body is nothing short of worshipful. tender in the way his fingers slide over his skin, skimming down over his sides and then moving up the centre. he finds a place against Viktor's shoulder to nip and suck as he drags his palms slowly back and forth over Viktor's nipples again before switching to his fingertips, stroking and teasing.]
[ each little desperate sound goes straight to Viktor's groin, and he can't help but grin, almost playfully as Jayce explores him with both his hands and his mouth. it's ridiculous. he tilts his head to one side, exposing more skin for Jayce's lips to taste. finally, he has this. and he's drunk. ]
Jayce. [ it's a soft whisper, as his hands brush through Jayce's hair. Viktor sighs softly, arching into every touch, every pinch, every tease. he rocks back and forth in Jayce's lap, teasing back, almost daring him to return the gesture. ] You're so good to me, Jayce...
[Viktor may not be sober, but it doesn't matter to Jayce. not right now, when Viktor's body is warm and writhing against him. if that's how it had to be to get them to this place right now, so be it.
anything below the neck, Viktor had said, and so Jayce moves one hand lower, down to squeeze Viktor's hip before sliding it back to palm his ass, encouraging the movements.
he pants Viktor's name as he smears his mouth over his shoulder, down to his collarbone again, nipping and sucking at whatever flesh he encounters.] I can do more. If we lie down...? [it might be a step too far, and he glances up to watch Viktor's face for a reaction.]
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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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what next. Viktor frowns. those hands felt so nice on him. ]
You said you wanted to please me. [ heady and warm in Jayce's ear, while his fingers scratch idly at the nape of his neck. ] All you've done is undress me.
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the nails against his neck have him shivering, and gods does he wish Viktor was a little higher so Jayce had better access to the rest of his chest. but he can make do, for now.]
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You're wary of messing up again, are you?
[ it's sweet, really. Viktor presses a soft kiss to his cheek, appreciative of his efforts to keep in line, to do as he's told. but he does so badly want to touch, it seems, and Viktor does so want to be touched. ]
Don't worry. [ he reaches for one of Jayce's hand, leaning back just slightly so he can bring it to his lips. he presses a soft kiss to his knuckles, followed by another, and another, trailing down to the tip of his index finger. ] I gave you one rule this time. You abide by that, and I won't send you away.
[ then he takes Jayce's finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before closing his lips around it, sucking on it languidly as he keeps his gaze focused on Jayce's own. ]
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with a trembling touch, he rests his hand against Viktor's waist, sliding upwards to rest against his ribcage so he can cradle Viktor's body while his thumb traces slow circles over his nipple]
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he's had so many fantasies about this. nights spent picturing scenarios just like this, writhing in Jayce's lap, lavishing attention on him. a part of him still can't really believe it's happening.
with a gentle tug on Jayce's wrist, those fingers slip past his lips with a wet pop. Viktor breathes heavy against his fingertips for a moment as he finds the other man's gaze once more, before he's pushing Jayce's hand down his neck, down to his chest. ]
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the way Jayce's hands move over Viktor's body is nothing short of worshipful. tender in the way his fingers slide over his skin, skimming down over his sides and then moving up the centre. he finds a place against Viktor's shoulder to nip and suck as he drags his palms slowly back and forth over Viktor's nipples again before switching to his fingertips, stroking and teasing.]
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Jayce. [ it's a soft whisper, as his hands brush through Jayce's hair. Viktor sighs softly, arching into every touch, every pinch, every tease. he rocks back and forth in Jayce's lap, teasing back, almost daring him to return the gesture. ] You're so good to me, Jayce...
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anything below the neck, Viktor had said, and so Jayce moves one hand lower, down to squeeze Viktor's hip before sliding it back to palm his ass, encouraging the movements.
he pants Viktor's name as he smears his mouth over his shoulder, down to his collarbone again, nipping and sucking at whatever flesh he encounters.] I can do more. If we lie down...? [it might be a step too far, and he glances up to watch Viktor's face for a reaction.]
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