boyofprogress | OPEN RP POST

Some day, I'm going to find out what all those little words mean. I'm going to buy a dictionary, and then you'll be in trouble. [But the threat is dampened, as it's muffled against Viktor's neck, and Jayce's words slur a little as he's pet.

He might follow through on that threat, some day. But he also likes, a little, that Viktor can express himself more deeply without fear of Jayce knowing what he says. He likes the mystery of it.]

I will eagerly anticipate you learning an entire language solely to catch me off guard.

[Which sounded like an entirely sincere statement, because it was.]

Chci s tebou strávit zbytek života.

Histsiteh -- I'm not even close, am I? I'll work on it, I'll keep trying.

Gods, I missed your fingers in my hair, just like this. I missed your hands. I think I'm addicted to your touch.

Not even a little. But the attempt is charming, I think.

[Encouraged by the open praise, Viktor brought both hands to his partner's face, stroking a gentle touch under his eye before leaning in for a slow, deliberate kiss. Still perfectly willing to take all the time in the world, just to prove the point that he could.]

[Oh, oh, oh. He loves these kisses, perhaps most of all. Kissing for the sake of kissing, taking their time with it. And he loves the feeling of Viktor's cool fingers against his cheek, brushing the sensitive skin under his eyes.

With one hand still at Viktor's waist, the other slides along his good thigh, up to squeeze his hip. Touching because he can, now.]

[Viktor let out a quiet and contented sigh, mouth falling open to pull Jayce in closer--like he wanted to crawl into the other man's ribcage and live somewhere in the vicinity of his heart. Probably not a thought one should have voiced.]

[That one good leg hooked around Jayce's waist again, one hand wandering to his chest while the other moved to pull at his hair in just the way Viktor knew his partner loved.]

[But Jayce feels exactly the same way. The urge to crack open Viktor's chest and curl up inside him to be as close as physically possible is overwhelming at times. The feeling of his heart melting and trickling down his ribcage whenever Viktor looks at him with that tender expression. It's insane and possibly unhealthy but he has no interest in stopping.

He whimpers and slides his tongue into Viktor's mouth like the other man is his only source of water, of oxygen, gripping the back of his thigh to keep it wrapped around him just like this.]

[A low moan in the back of Viktor's throat sharpened into something that was almost a whine, needy and desperate. After a second he pulled sharply on Jayce's hair, forcing him to tilt his head back for a line of kisses down his throat, with just a hint of a bite the lower he went.]

Vypadáš nádherně--you're beautiful.

[As much as he'd grown to enjoy being cared for attentively, Viktor loved this; asserting himself as fully in control but simultaneously treating Jayce exactly the way his partner wanted. A little rough affection littered with praise, and he'd fall apart.]

Oh -- you absolutely gorgeous menace. [It's a breathless sort of declaration as his head gets tugged back and Viktor goes for his neck. It takes him a moment to get his arm working, but he reaches up to tug his tie loose, tossing it on the table behind where Viktor is setting.

He loves this. Loves the sweetly desperate noises Viktor makes when they're together like this, the echoes of which he hears in his little hums and sighs throughout the day and it drives him crazy. Loves even more when Viktor is assertive with him like this. Moving him around with a tug of his hand or a nudge of his hip.

A thought occurs to him, and -- ] You could. You could leave marks, I think. Where people could see. If I'm the only one that has them, they won't ask questions about where they came from.

Mm, I dont think so. [Hummed in a teasing mockery of thoughtfulness, against the hollow of his throat.] Only one of us having visible marks, I can not say I like that.

[The hand not in Jayce's hair came up to loosen his collar a little further, Viktor's mouth quickly occupied by all the attention those sharp teeth were now giving his partner's collarbone.]

People might think someone other than me left them there.

No? [There's a note of confusion at first, but then Viktor's explanation, his casual possessiveness draws a long, low whine from Jayce, his hands flexing where they're clutching at Viktor's body.

Wasn't he the one doing the teasing just moments ago? How quickly his partner is able to turn things on him. Terrible. He wouldn't have it any other way.] Gods, Viktor, I can't think straight when you do that.

Can't you? Here I believed you to work well under pressure.

[Viktor had a talent for adapting, and he would gladly use it for evil in this case.]

I -- am but slightly less so when that pressure is your teeth in my throat. [And elsewhere, if Viktor cares to glance down.] I'm following you home tonight and I am going to spread you out and take my time with you.

Is that a threat or a promise, Jayce? And what are you planning to do right now, rather than later tonight?

[He dropped the hand in Jayce's hair to rest along the side of his neck, humming a soft devilish chuckle against the other side before lingering on the juncture of neck and shoulder with every intention to leave a mark with that terrible mouth of his.]

Fuck I don't know, I dunno. I can't think. [All he can do is whine and twist his fingers in Viktor's hair, arching into the bite with a noise that's almost pathetically desperate.]

Yes, you can. [Smirking as he practically hummed that against his partner's skin.] You're possessed of the most brilliant mind I know--other than mine, of course. So why don't you focus and figure out what it is you are going to do next?

Love having your marks on me. I press my fingers against them, when I'm by myself. Must've done it a hundred times, these past few days. [Which isn't an answer to Viktor's question, and he's getting off track again.

He takes a breath to try and focus beyond Viktor's teeth on his heated skin.] I was going to get on my knees for you. Worship you with my mouth.

You should leave a few more marks yourself, Jayce. Reminders of who we both belong to.

[Viktor pressed a soft kiss to the blossoming mark he'd left, hands wandering along Jayce's sides.]

I told you that you could focus, my sweet boy. You can do anything you want to me.

[And then Viktor calls him that, and Jayce is lost again. He looks at Viktor with wide, liquid amber eyes, mouth dropping open just a little.] Am I? Your sweet boy?

My good, perfect boy. [Spoken with a look that was a little less wicked for the gentle tenderness creeping into it. Teasing, but in a way that was wholeheartedly sincere.] Will you kiss me first?

[Jayce sighs something affirmative, sliding his hands over the insides of Viktor's thighs as he leans in to press their mouths together. Oh, he'll never get over that. Being Viktor's good, perfect boy. He's pretty sure he'd do just about anything to hear that.]

[Gods, he really made it too easy. But that was nice, in its own way. Viktor liked to be sure his partner knew how valued he was, and if that information made him melt faster than ice in a forge then that was just a bonus. He murmured wordless contentment into Jayce's mouth, tugging him even closer with hands curled into that loosened collar.]

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