[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.
[Jayce makes a low, needy noise not just at the way Viktor's fingers feel but at the approval. he craves it, just as much as he does the touch, and he nips lightly at the skin he'd just kissed.
unfortunately, less words means less direction, and there's still a tension in his shoulders. a nervousness that he'll be asked to stop if he unknowingly bends the rules. so he moves down a little lower, closer to Viktor's stomach and looks up to reaffirm -- ] Anywhere below the neck?
[ well, it wasn't meant to last long, he supposes. he still needs to keep the man in line, and Jayce still needs to know where the line is. but as long as it doesn't stray into that "you're stunning" territory again ... that should be fine. ]
That is what I said, isn't it?
[ Viktor offers a little encouragement, both hands gently pressing Jayce's head downwards, guiding him further south inch by inch. anywhere below the beck does mean anywhere. and Viktor may be getting a little impatient. ]
[it is what he'd said, but the encouragement helps, certainly. as does the guidance, the pressure of Viktor's hands pushing him down sending a surge of heat through him and making him shudder.
he mouths at the sharp angle of Viktor's hip, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin there. what would it be like, to leave a mark right where he knows the waist of Viktor's pants sit, so that the material will rub against it all day?]
[ Viktor lets out a sharp hiss between his teeth at the sensation of teeth dragging against his skin, thin where his bony hips are more prominent. he'd be loathe to admit to it out loud, but part of the attraction has always been how easily Jayce could just crush him if he really wanted to. the other man nearly towers over him.
and yet he's so careful and gentle with him, so wrapped around Viktor's finger that he wouldn't dare step out of line for fear of disappointing him. all the strength to bend him in half and make him scream, and he's asking permission to touch him. ]
Going to bite me? [ blunt nails drag over Jayce's head, his lips curling in a smirk. Jayce is close enough proximity to his groin, he can easily tell how much Viktor enjoys the treatment. ] You want to, don't you?
[he does, he does love how much smaller Viktor is than him. he loves that he could fit his whole hand around one thigh, or both hands around his waist, and his pale pale skin bruises so sweetly. he's slender and angular and so fucking fascinating to look at. to listen to.
oooh, that hiss is so rewarding. he hums his affirmation, nodding a little, turning his head just enough to nose at the juncture of this thigh and the warmth radiating off him there.]
[ he's pictured it, more than he'd care to admit. lifted up and pressed against the blackboard in the lab, like he weighed nothing at all in Jayce's large, strong arms. anyone he'd try to recreate the scenario with from his infrequent bar pickups could never compare, never treat him the way Jayce would. does, now. ]
You can. [ he keeps brushing his fingers through Jayce's hair, like he's petting an affectionate mutt. his breath is shaky as he speaks, anticipation making him shiver. ] I want you to leave a mark behind. Something I can look at later and remember.
[he murmurs something, a thanks maybe, even he's not sure. the way Viktor is petting him has him floating somewhere in the back of his head, all attempts at complicated thoughts abandoned as his whole being is currently focused on pleasing Viktor.
so he finds a place and settles there, content between Viktor's spread thighs. he's as careful and precise as he was with the marks on his chest, nipping and sucking at the tender skin with the intent of bruising it while his fingers curl against the mattress.]
[ what a view it is. the man he's dreamed and fantasized about settled so comfortably and perfectly between his legs, peppering kisses against his pale skin. Viktor sighs quietly to himself, a smile curling the corner of his lips, committing the sight to memory.
he settles back againt the pillows, tilting his head back, closing his eyes just a moment. his fingers curl tighter in Jayce's hair, a soft mmm sneaking past his lips. he can't help applying just a little pressure against his partner's head, encouraging him further, to bite and mark him harder, lower. ]
[the view is just as incredible from down where Jayce is. Viktor sighing and arching beneath him, the fresh bruise against his hip standing out a dark mottled mix of blue and purple against his skin. proof that they did this.
the pressure receives a quiet noise of recognition, and Jayce does move lower, though perhaps more than Viktor had wanted. he skips ahead, down to the hem of Viktor's shorts, nosing up under the soft material and closing his mouth over a spot against the inside of Viktor's thigh.]
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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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unfortunately, less words means less direction, and there's still a tension in his shoulders. a nervousness that he'll be asked to stop if he unknowingly bends the rules. so he moves down a little lower, closer to Viktor's stomach and looks up to reaffirm -- ] Anywhere below the neck?
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That is what I said, isn't it?
[ Viktor offers a little encouragement, both hands gently pressing Jayce's head downwards, guiding him further south inch by inch. anywhere below the beck does mean anywhere. and Viktor may be getting a little impatient. ]
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he mouths at the sharp angle of Viktor's hip, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin there. what would it be like, to leave a mark right where he knows the waist of Viktor's pants sit, so that the material will rub against it all day?]
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and yet he's so careful and gentle with him, so wrapped around Viktor's finger that he wouldn't dare step out of line for fear of disappointing him. all the strength to bend him in half and make him scream, and he's asking permission to touch him. ]
Going to bite me? [ blunt nails drag over Jayce's head, his lips curling in a smirk. Jayce is close enough proximity to his groin, he can easily tell how much Viktor enjoys the treatment. ] You want to, don't you?
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oooh, that hiss is so rewarding. he hums his affirmation, nodding a little, turning his head just enough to nose at the juncture of this thigh and the warmth radiating off him there.]
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You can. [ he keeps brushing his fingers through Jayce's hair, like he's petting an affectionate mutt. his breath is shaky as he speaks, anticipation making him shiver. ] I want you to leave a mark behind. Something I can look at later and remember.
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so he finds a place and settles there, content between Viktor's spread thighs. he's as careful and precise as he was with the marks on his chest, nipping and sucking at the tender skin with the intent of bruising it while his fingers curl against the mattress.]
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he settles back againt the pillows, tilting his head back, closing his eyes just a moment. his fingers curl tighter in Jayce's hair, a soft mmm sneaking past his lips. he can't help applying just a little pressure against his partner's head, encouraging him further, to bite and mark him harder, lower. ]
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the pressure receives a quiet noise of recognition, and Jayce does move lower, though perhaps more than Viktor had wanted. he skips ahead, down to the hem of Viktor's shorts, nosing up under the soft material and closing his mouth over a spot against the inside of Viktor's thigh.]
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