[ 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.]
[ sobriety be damned, if he needs the liquid courage to get here, he'll make a note of keeping more bottles in his icebox. sober-Viktor will be mad about it and insist this is supposed to be a one time thing, but present-drunken-Viktor is lost in the moment and will deal with reason later. much later.
much later, when Jayce's hands aren't wandering and Jayce's mouth isn't devouring him. he continues his slow and steady rocking of his hips, a soft and pleased "mmm ..." sneaking out as he lets Jayce's hand guide him. he's vaguely aware he's been asked a question. lie down ...? ]
Mhmm ... [ Viktor drapes both arms over Jayce's shoulders, lips pressed against his cheek as he speaks. ] Couch's too small.
[maybe Jayce should feel worse about this. like he's taking advantage of the situation, by Viktor not being sober. but he can have an existential crisis about that later, when Viktor isn't moaning quite so sweetly in his ear.]
It is. [it probably comes out a little too fast, a little too eager the way he says it, but it's said now] Want me to carry you? Just like this?
[ the crises can wait. as far as Viktor is concerned, he's drunk, but not too drunk. not slurring his words or being incoherent or tripping over his own feet. just drunk enough to know he wants this, to know Jayce wants this, and that's just the right amount. ]
Like this...? [ the moment he says it, Viktor's expression shifts. not entirely unlike a cat being told their owners are bringing home a dog. ]
... just this once. [ frowns. (pouts.) ] Remind me to bite you for it later.
Mmhmm. [the "threat", if it even is one, gets an amused look in return, and he presses a kiss to the bitemark on Viktor's shoulder to try and assuage the urge to kiss his pouting mouth.
then, firmly, he grips the back of Viktor's thighs] Arms around my neck, legs around my waist. Please?
[ it is absolutely a threat, and Jayce better take him seriously, else he ends up with a chunk of something torn out. Viktor definitely means it. ]
Are you giving the orders now? [ it's more of a tease than an actual reprimand, but if he's being honest, laying back and being taken care of becomes far more appealing the more time passes. both arms slip around Jayce's neck, and he nips at his earlobe. ] How dare you.
It was a request, and I said please? [though he does sound a little concerned that he might have overstepped.
though Viktor is wrapping around him now, so Jayce tries to push that worry aside as he stands, lifting Viktor as he does. holding him tight as he noses at his neck with a pleased noise] Love that way you smell.
Excuses. [ the words may be reprimanding, but Viktor's tone makes it very clear that he is teasing, and there won't be any repurcussions. outside of, as previously threatened, the potential for being bit. but as soon as he's lifted up, the way he wraps himself around Jayce and clings to him is probably ruining his bossy image a little bit. ]
Mmm ... [ Viktor's fingers curl into Jayce's hair, a shiver traveling down his spine. he feels a little light-headed suddenly, a heavy thumping in his chest. his toes curl behind Jayce's back. that's weird. ] ...bedroom's on the left.
[gods those fingers are distracting, and Jayce has to blink himself back into concentration when Viktor taps his shoulder.] Hm? Oh - [his grip shifts a little to pick up the crutch, too, before he brings them to the bedroom.
the crutch gets set as gently as possible near the bed and then, as though placing a work of art on a wall, Jayce lays Viktor out on the bed. he steps back, eyes roving greedily over the form in front of him, his gaze deeply admiring] Gods, Viktor, you are stunning.
[ the dizzying feeling isn't just from the alcohol, he's sure of it. as though everything on the couch was still just a fantasy, and now he's being carried to his bedroom, so now it's real. as though a change of venue really has that much meaning to it.
Viktor's bedroom is certainly not that exciting. the bed is also small (just marginally more room than the couch,) several layers of throw blankets in various colours and patterns haphazardly draped over a firm mattress and rickety bedframe. yet another bookshelf, a potted cactus sitting atop it, various knick-knacks and trinkets from his many idle projects over the years scattered about. he's laid back on said bed, extracting his hands from Jayce's hair to let them fall, one to his side and the other against the side of his face. dizzy. but in a good way. ]
... you should stop talking. [ his face is flushed, brows furrowed as his gaze diverts away. something about Jayce looking at him like that. saying those things. it's too much. ]
[the room is so deeply Viktor it makes Jayce's chest ache in an odd way. the half finished projects, the plants here and there. everything about it shouts Viktor's name so clearly, and Jayce wants to memorize every detail. later, when Viktor isn't being so enticing on the bed.
he feels more than a little vulnerable, standing here shirtless, looking down at his equally unclothed partner. but it helps that Viktor is still in charge, still giving orders.] Understood. What should I do instead?
[ Viktor points at him, almost lazily-- ] That's talking.
[ there isn't the same bite to it as before, though. they're already this far, it's pretty clear by now that Jayce isn't in danger of being kicked out. but teasing him still remains as enjoyable. Jayce's pouty little reactions are something special.
what should he do instead? likewise, Viktor opts for not saying it out loud, instead reaching his hands up and gesturing to come closer, until Jayce leans within reach. he takes ahold of his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks, before slowly pulling him closer, and guiding Jayce's head to his chest, those lips hovering just over his collarbone. ]
[rather than answer, he makes an apologetic noise and follows Viktor's reaching hands, stretching out on top of him. not pressed against, as that wasn't part of the unspoken order, but bracing his forearms against the mattress on either side of Viktor's torso and pressing his mouth to his collarbone.]
Mm? [it's a soft question paired with a glance through his lashes, seeking approval]
[ that's much better. both hands find their way into Jayce's hair again, his fingers gently rubbing against his scalp and stroking his hair. maybe they shouldn't talk much at all, maybe they should just indulge in touch and warmth and sensation, and leave words for much later. yet Jayce looks up at him like that, kisses his skin so soft and sweetly.
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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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much later, when Jayce's hands aren't wandering and Jayce's mouth isn't devouring him. he continues his slow and steady rocking of his hips, a soft and pleased "mmm ..." sneaking out as he lets Jayce's hand guide him. he's vaguely aware he's been asked a question. lie down ...? ]
Mhmm ... [ Viktor drapes both arms over Jayce's shoulders, lips pressed against his cheek as he speaks. ] Couch's too small.
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It is. [it probably comes out a little too fast, a little too eager the way he says it, but it's said now] Want me to carry you? Just like this?
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Like this...? [ the moment he says it, Viktor's expression shifts. not entirely unlike a cat being told their owners are bringing home a dog. ]
... just this once. [ frowns. (pouts.) ] Remind me to bite you for it later.
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then, firmly, he grips the back of Viktor's thighs] Arms around my neck, legs around my waist. Please?
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Are you giving the orders now? [ it's more of a tease than an actual reprimand, but if he's being honest, laying back and being taken care of becomes far more appealing the more time passes. both arms slip around Jayce's neck, and he nips at his earlobe. ] How dare you.
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though Viktor is wrapping around him now, so Jayce tries to push that worry aside as he stands, lifting Viktor as he does. holding him tight as he noses at his neck with a pleased noise] Love that way you smell.
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Mmm ... [ Viktor's fingers curl into Jayce's hair, a shiver traveling down his spine. he feels a little light-headed suddenly, a heavy thumping in his chest. his toes curl behind Jayce's back. that's weird. ] ...bedroom's on the left.
[ ah-- he taps Jayce's shoulder. ] Crutch.
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the crutch gets set as gently as possible near the bed and then, as though placing a work of art on a wall, Jayce lays Viktor out on the bed. he steps back, eyes roving greedily over the form in front of him, his gaze deeply admiring] Gods, Viktor, you are stunning.
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Viktor's bedroom is certainly not that exciting. the bed is also small (just marginally more room than the couch,) several layers of throw blankets in various colours and patterns haphazardly draped over a firm mattress and rickety bedframe. yet another bookshelf, a potted cactus sitting atop it, various knick-knacks and trinkets from his many idle projects over the years scattered about. he's laid back on said bed, extracting his hands from Jayce's hair to let them fall, one to his side and the other against the side of his face. dizzy. but in a good way. ]
... you should stop talking. [ his face is flushed, brows furrowed as his gaze diverts away. something about Jayce looking at him like that. saying those things. it's too much. ]
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he feels more than a little vulnerable, standing here shirtless, looking down at his equally unclothed partner. but it helps that Viktor is still in charge, still giving orders.] Understood. What should I do instead?
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[ there isn't the same bite to it as before, though. they're already this far, it's pretty clear by now that Jayce isn't in danger of being kicked out. but teasing him still remains as enjoyable. Jayce's pouty little reactions are something special.
what should he do instead? likewise, Viktor opts for not saying it out loud, instead reaching his hands up and gesturing to come closer, until Jayce leans within reach. he takes ahold of his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks, before slowly pulling him closer, and guiding Jayce's head to his chest, those lips hovering just over his collarbone. ]
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Mm? [it's a soft question paired with a glance through his lashes, seeking approval]
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maybe two words. ]
Good boy.
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