[ 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.]
[ lower than anticipated, certainly, but not unwelcomed. his thighs tense and tremble, toes curling. he peeks one eye open, gazing down at his partner so pretty between his legs, a smirk on his lips. ] Now you are the tease, is that it?
[ not that Viktor minds. it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, to lose his mind entirely, talented hands and talented mouth driving him wild. ]
Do you want to take these off? [ slim fingers move to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down just slightly over his hips. they are in the way. ] You can.
Yeah? [Jayce's eyes are dark with want, his expression practically glazed over with both need and his focus on pleasing his partner. he's aching, but it's more of a distant throb than it is a pressing need.
he moves out of the way only long enough to pull the shorts down and off, tossing them off the end of the bed before he's back between Viktor's legs and mouthing at the crease of his thigh, inhaling deeply where his scent is strongest.] Fuck.
[ even with the bolstered confidence from the alcohol, even though he's not normally so with previous hookups, there's a red flush rising to his already heated face and a momentary urge to close his legs. it's because it's Jayce. logically, he knows this. but fantasies becoming reality puts a different spin on things, and he has to stop himself, fight his natural instinct to be embarrassed in front of his lab partner. ]
Jayce...
[ it's a feeling that doesn't last very long, thankfully, dissuaded by the other man's lips and tongue and teeth between his legs. close, but not where he really wants him to be. Viktor tugs on his hair again, a definitive pout on his lips, shifting and angling his hips to try and move closer. ]
[it's everything he's wanted. everything he's spent countless lonely nights dreaming about, face buried in his pillow as he grinds desperately into his mattress, his partner's name on his lips.
and now here he is, Viktor's fingers tangled in his hair and tugging at him, that sweet little pout and fuck the way he tries to push closer. the way his name sounds as Viktor whines almost undoes him, but he's quick enough to obey. one warm hand wraps around the base of Viktor's cock, trembling even as he tries to hold him steady, and Jayce licks a broad stripe up the shaft with a moan that borders on pornographic]
[ Viktor tips his head back against the pillow, lets his eyes close. the sound that escapes his lips is just as sinful, sounds only Jayce can pull from him and no one else, low and drawn out like he's being filmed for it. it's just a tease for now, a taste of what's to follow, but enough of a fantasy fulfillment to send tingles down his spine. ]
Yes, Jayce, just like that... [ he presses his feet flat against the bed beneath him as best he can manage, bending his knees, legs spread wider so Jayce can be even closer. he twists and tugs Jayce's hair between his fingers. the man seems intent on driving Viktor mad. he wouldn't mind at all. ] So good for me, Jayce...
[perfect. Viktor is so perfect it makes Jayce ache and tremble, rolling his hips against the mattress with a needy whimper. gods he can see all of Viktor like this, and he wishes he could get his hands or his mouth on all of him at once.
for now, he settles for taking his partner into his mouth, moving slowly, savouring him. it's been a little while since his done this, but he's determined. he takes as much of Viktor in as he can manage and holds him there, letting himself get used to the sensation, then pulling back again and taking a breath before starts the process over. a little deeper each time, working his throat open, all the while whining and groaning around the shape of Viktor.]
Ohh... [ what makes it all that much sweeter is how much Jayce is affected, just by this. just the simple act of pleasing, that's all it takes, and Jayce is whimpering around him and rutting against his sheets. he can hear him. he can feel him. he peeks one eye open for a moment to catch a glimpse, the vision between his legs something beautiful.
but only a brief moment, the hot wet mouth around him too much. Viktors head rolls back against the pillow again and he groans, one hand leaving Jayce's hair to grasp at the sheets under him. he shivers, whispers the other man's name again. whatever amount of experience or lack thereof there might be, it's still Jayce, still the man he's wanted between his legs for far longer than can be considered healthy. ]
[for one small moment their gazes meet and it's beyond electric. a shudder runs through him and his fingers dig into the mattress. once he's able to pry his hand off the sheets, his touch wanders. now dragging blunt nails over the bruise on Viktor's hip, now sliding a palm over his thigh.
then, daringly, he shifts his touch up higher, between Viktor's thighs, fingertips brushing against his entrance and Jayce hums at the heat there.]
[ Jayce looks up at him, so needy and eager to please him. it's doing terrible things to his ego, having such a beautiful man between his legs, so skilled with his mouth around him, wandering hands all over him. all of it just for him, at least just for tonight, and however many nights in the future he dreams about this.
many nights, he thinks, as those hands wander further. Viktor bites his bottom lip, purrs, fingers curling tight in the sheets under him. he's very promptly reminded about something, and that hand leaves the sheets to reach under the pillow beneath him, fumbling around, and eventually tossing a small (notably near empty) bottle that smacks Jayce's elbow on the way down. ]
[Jayce pulls off with a wet noise when the bottle hits him, taking a few deep breaths while his brain tries to pull back together enough to work out the connection between his gesture and Viktor's.
once the idea lands, he looks back up at Viktor with wide, too-bright eyes, lips parted and slick, and the question he asks is as breathless as it is eager] Can I?
[ it's unfair, really. Viktor throws the bottle of oil at him, the one on his bed within reach specifically for one purpose, the implication of permission granted clear as day. and Jayce still looks up at him to ask, with those same eager pup eyes of his, because he's still so cautious of the rules set and wary of being a disappointment. incredibly rude of him. ]
You've been so good for me. [ Viktor's voice is shaky, breathless and on edge. he reaches out to grasp Jayce's chin, his thumb gently rubbing under his bottom lip. ] Do you want to?
Yes. [his lip bobs against Viktor's thumb when he answers, and he's absolutely certain he could be completely content just sitting with Viktor holding his chin like this, telling him he's good.
he's torn, honestly, unable to decide which he wants more -- to be inside Viktor or to have Viktor inside him. but it's easy, isn't it? because Viktor's in charge.] However you want me, I'm yours.
[ there are so many options. so many possibilities. so many fantasies and lonely late night scenarios he could fulfill right here, right now. his head's spinning. which is a shame. ]
Come here. [ he tugs gently on Jayce's chin to bring the man closer, guiding him up until he's almost close enough to kiss him. he won't - those are the rules, after all - but close. ] I'll tell you what we're going to do.
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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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[ lower than anticipated, certainly, but not unwelcomed. his thighs tense and tremble, toes curling. he peeks one eye open, gazing down at his partner so pretty between his legs, a smirk on his lips. ] Now you are the tease, is that it?
[ not that Viktor minds. it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, to lose his mind entirely, talented hands and talented mouth driving him wild. ]
Do you want to take these off? [ slim fingers move to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down just slightly over his hips. they are in the way. ] You can.
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he moves out of the way only long enough to pull the shorts down and off, tossing them off the end of the bed before he's back between Viktor's legs and mouthing at the crease of his thigh, inhaling deeply where his scent is strongest.] Fuck.
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Jayce...
[ it's a feeling that doesn't last very long, thankfully, dissuaded by the other man's lips and tongue and teeth between his legs. close, but not where he really wants him to be. Viktor tugs on his hair again, a definitive pout on his lips, shifting and angling his hips to try and move closer. ]
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and now here he is, Viktor's fingers tangled in his hair and tugging at him, that sweet little pout and fuck the way he tries to push closer. the way his name sounds as Viktor whines almost undoes him, but he's quick enough to obey. one warm hand wraps around the base of Viktor's cock, trembling even as he tries to hold him steady, and Jayce licks a broad stripe up the shaft with a moan that borders on pornographic]
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Yes, Jayce, just like that... [ he presses his feet flat against the bed beneath him as best he can manage, bending his knees, legs spread wider so Jayce can be even closer. he twists and tugs Jayce's hair between his fingers. the man seems intent on driving Viktor mad. he wouldn't mind at all. ] So good for me, Jayce...
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for now, he settles for taking his partner into his mouth, moving slowly, savouring him. it's been a little while since his done this, but he's determined. he takes as much of Viktor in as he can manage and holds him there, letting himself get used to the sensation, then pulling back again and taking a breath before starts the process over. a little deeper each time, working his throat open, all the while whining and groaning around the shape of Viktor.]
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but only a brief moment, the hot wet mouth around him too much. Viktors head rolls back against the pillow again and he groans, one hand leaving Jayce's hair to grasp at the sheets under him. he shivers, whispers the other man's name again. whatever amount of experience or lack thereof there might be, it's still Jayce, still the man he's wanted between his legs for far longer than can be considered healthy. ]
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then, daringly, he shifts his touch up higher, between Viktor's thighs, fingertips brushing against his entrance and Jayce hums at the heat there.]
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many nights, he thinks, as those hands wander further. Viktor bites his bottom lip, purrs, fingers curling tight in the sheets under him. he's very promptly reminded about something, and that hand leaves the sheets to reach under the pillow beneath him, fumbling around, and eventually tossing a small (notably near empty) bottle that smacks Jayce's elbow on the way down. ]
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once the idea lands, he looks back up at Viktor with wide, too-bright eyes, lips parted and slick, and the question he asks is as breathless as it is eager] Can I?
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You've been so good for me. [ Viktor's voice is shaky, breathless and on edge. he reaches out to grasp Jayce's chin, his thumb gently rubbing under his bottom lip. ] Do you want to?
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he's torn, honestly, unable to decide which he wants more -- to be inside Viktor or to have Viktor inside him. but it's easy, isn't it? because Viktor's in charge.] However you want me, I'm yours.
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[ there are so many options. so many possibilities. so many fantasies and lonely late night scenarios he could fulfill right here, right now. his head's spinning. which is a shame. ]
Come here. [ he tugs gently on Jayce's chin to bring the man closer, guiding him up until he's almost close enough to kiss him. he won't - those are the rules, after all - but close. ] I'll tell you what we're going to do.
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