Hm, I suppose it does. Perspective, and what your destination is.
[ The man smiles beneath his mask and there's something so warm about it, coy and inviting but just a bit innocent and humble, too. It reminds Viktor a little too much of Jayce, of the way it felt to have his chipped grin shine only for him, to know that he was the cause of it thanks to a breakthrough or a joke or a fresh cup of coffee brought unbidden. The smoldering fire in the pit of his stomach makes him sick, eager to quench its flames because there's no way to stoke it higher. Maybe a distraction is worth his time, maybe the company will help him forget for a while. ]
Bring me a drink first. [ Tilting his head to one side, golden curtain shifting to drape against his shoulder, he smiles beneath his own mask. He could be a little more polite, posing a question rather than leveling a demand, but there's a wickedness lying in wait within him that's scratching to get out. ] Then, if you're good, you may join me.
[ the request widens jayce's gaze beneath the mask's eye holes&mdas; but he's not bristling at it. quite the contrary. he's always been defined by the weight of authority, and for so long. expectations and superiority would press on his shoulder again and again . . . and liberating, it was, to feel that weight off him, for once. for what could have been humiliating felt enticing. with startled amusement, jayce finds the thought of being cared for something he could get used to.
a strange thrill bleeds into his gut and extends to his smirk. and, well. let us all say that jayce always had a thing for alluring, beautiful people with a penchant for pulling his strings. ]
A drink, huh. [ jayce feigns contemplation; he's already ,ade his decision. ] Just don't run off without me.
[ he tilts his torso in a way that near resembles a bow as he excuses himself, searches around for some kind of table, glasses, drinks drinks drinks . . . whatever sparkling beverage he could find, and in quite the demure glass, he brings it back, as promised. ]
[ The request is a bit of a test, something that Viktor normally wouldn't be comfortable enough doing without the anonymity of the mask and emboldening strength in his limbs. He can hold his own, kind of, at least better than he would have if he tried to pull such a stunt in Piltover's few clubs for gentlemen with his proclivities. Viktor has never looked like someone who can take charge, yet he's always yearned for some taste of power over things he can change in the face of so many that he couldn't.
There's a pause heavy with anticipation, and then acceptance. He smiles and nods, quirking his lips at the little bow before he watches the man walk away. There's a moment where he thinks he may not come back, that the broad back tapering down to a tight ass will retreat forever, but it's a risk he's willing to take with a stranger.
A risk that pays off. He returns to offer Viktor a drink, which he accepts in order to sip at while keeping eye contact over the rim of the glass. ]
Take a seat. [ There's room next to him on the couch, but Viktor's eyes flick to the pillows strewn around his feet, a decadent nest waiting to be sat or knelt upon. ]
[ the implication has jayce's eyes following with, and lands like a spark of flames in dry grass. disbelief, surely, fills his gaze as his hands curl behind his back. uhh, comes a soft hum, but the more the silence stretches, the more jayce needs to huff out an awkward laugh. he really did mean . . . on the floor, plush with cushions. already, the collar of jayce's wear feels absolutely suffocating, the rest of him burning hot from the neck up and giving his ears a beet-red charm. fingers hook into his tie to loosen the knot. helpfully, it also gives him a time to contemplate the choice he has.
he knows what's being asked of him, now. he should be humiliated, shouldn't he? again, he's being guided, and in some way— it almost feels like he's being cared for, the burden of having to lead remains lifted. what comes in the power of anonymity is also a full lack of shame. no one recognizes him. no one could judge him. he could simply . . . be free to test the very thing that's calling him with such lure, and indulge in the very new fact that he has, thus far, fancied the way dynamics were established between them seamlessly.
so jayce sits, at last, dropping carefull to his knees first and resting his ass on his heels, his gaze going up now that the height of his eyes were at the stranger's lap. earnest, bright doe eyes, wide shoulders, and tapered waist presented with a newfound eagerness. once he truly settles into place, surrounded by softness— jayce concludes he does, in fact, like it down here, gravitating his head, tentatively, to the top of the other's thigh. ]
[ Viktor's suggestion is met with more hesitation, and it becomes a silent battle of wills to see if the man will give in before Viktor backs off. Part of him doesn't want to bend to the pressure, though, because there's no reason to do so; the only stakes is losing the company and interest of this stranger. So Viktor doesn't fold, and he's rewarded for it when his companion kneels in front of him so properly, back straight and hands resting on his thighs, looking ready for another command.
The cheek pressing against his thigh, warm through thin layers of silk and chiffon, is a surprise that makes his lips curl with pleasure. ]
Perfect. Are you comfortable? [ Taking another sip of his drink and feeling it add to the heady blur in his mind, he uses his other hand to reach down and trace along the bottom edge of the man's mask. ] You look lovely on your knees.
[ jayce has always liked the spot he was in. cradled. coddled. tended to. he only never did more of it because of expectations set upon him. this other knew nothing of him, not his flaws or his burdens. jayce knew. but he could ignore them. he could. just once, perhaps— he could be kind to himself. he could let go in the dungeons of his thoughts, let it lead somewhere warm rather than cold and suffocating.
jayce briefly lets his eyes drift shut to fill in the empty spaces of his mind's spotty vision. who would he wish to be cradling him like this? his backside grinds into his heels as large hands encircle thin thighs, and at first what he tries to imagine are just— blurs, past partners with little fuel to react to, then faceless figures, corsets, the swish of hips, dainty curves. golden eyes. chestnut hair . . . sharp cheekbones. moles.
he seems to be drifting to one particular image no matter how hard he tried to backtrack. his best friend, his partner, his reason to live. jayce gives up then, on trying to fight it: he pretends it could be viktor, for his own selfishness. and by gods, how he heats up at the settling acceptance of that. there is no scent to catch beyond one that is tearing him apart from the inside. this one— is his. another rub of his face against the lap that welcomes him would be sure to, perhaps, mark him. ]
Then keep me here.
[ he wants him. he can acknowledge that here, in the depths of who he was, with no shame or fear to pin him back. he wants him . . . beyond what he could grasp. ]
[ Now that he's faced with a man knelt at his feet, head in his lap, Viktor freezes. He's never actually done this before, has only even considered it in secret corners of his mind at the darkest hours of the night. Wondering what he's supposed to do next, if he even should do something else, he silently sips his drink and traces the lines of the man's facial features beneath the mask. A strong jawline, just a hint of stubble, the bridge of a strong nose, plush lips. He doesn't realize he's touched the man's mouth until he's already ghosted over the seem of his lips and pulls back just in time for him to speak. ]
Do you want to be kept? [ Setting his glass aside, still half full, he looks down at the man and, perhaps emboldened by his mask or the alcohol, smirks. ] Shall I make you mine, pup?
[ "pup". should he feel insulted to be a lap dog, a pet, and that should very well be demeaning if it weren't for subspace? jayce doesn't mind it, shaping his stay and unfurled by an intimacy behind it. his mouth is touched, and briefly, his lips purse after, as if the chase the lingering digits into a fleeting kiss. ]
I wouldn't mind being kept by someone who'd know how to take care of me. [ jayce's hands encompass the man's thighs from both sides, large hands capable of making full circles around them from thumb to pinky. and yet, he's down here. this, this is something he's never done, too. he's never not expected to lead. ] And you look like you know.
[ with all his frame's long lines and slim elegance, his wirey fingers and the craft sown into it, jayce is magnetized by the pull of his gaze. the man's weight sits harder on his shins in the other's lap, squirm his legs beneath to adjust to the . . . stirring third addition between them. arousal, from this— well, there were plenty of sounds and sights still caught by the corner of jayce's eyes. women with bountiful curves moaning soft, inviting, men that are thin and hung— within the safety zone of his privacy and anonymity, he lets go, straight into arousal and thinks to ask: ] I'll do anything you ask of me.
[ a dangerous token to give— but jayce has a list, secret to himself. he's prepared for it, and seems to trust this stranger with his body and mind. a risk, but . . .
he's always thought himself a good judge of character. ]
[ It's a logical answer, to only give such power to someone who could be trusted with it, and it warms Viktor to think that he exudes any kind of energy that might make this stranger put him in that category. Perhaps it's due to his thin and incredibly lanky body, one that would not be able to force anyone into doing anything they wouldn't want to do; maybe it's the strange confidence Viktor feels knowing that he's anonymous here thanks to some strange spell settling over the entire crowd.
Still, maybe he's deserving of the trust for one simple reason: he's not going to do anything with it. This man is a stranger, no matter how much he evokes memories of the one Viktor truly wishes were sitting with him, and they're in a very public setting. It might be arousing in certain aspects, but for someone who's never been physically intimate with anyone else, Viktor doesn't want his first foray into that to be interrupted by anything else.
He'd talked a big game, opened a door too wide to step through himself, but that doesn't mean they can't play, albeit at a much tamer level. ]
I wouldn't ask for anything you wouldn't want. [ At least, he highly doubts he would ask for something this man wouldn't be willing to do if he's already knelt at Viktor's feet and submitted to him.
Regarding him for a moment, Viktor picks his drink up once again and sips at it. ] Unbutton your jacket and shirt.
[ oh . . . so, he wants a show, then. that's, at least, the first thing that comes to jayce's mind. and if he's going to be here, he's certainly not going to shy away at the opportunity of having fun with himself. seizing the opportunity, as it were. heartened by the very autonomy the dream itself provides, jayce sits upon his heels and spreads his legs some, only to rise confidently to his knees, painless and youthfully malleable, to begin unbuttoning his pearl white tailcoat. ]
Try me— I'd let you know if I were uncomfortable.
[ would viktor like this? jayce wonders if . . . he'd fluster him, or if it would be the other way around. he finds that he'd enjoy both circumstances. without dropping the tailcoat, he starts on his tie, loosening the knot at his collar to make the first button slip through its slit. then the second, then the third (which ends up popping from the puff of his breasts. the pressure . . . ]
It could . . . Be our little experiment.
[ heh. "experiment" that was by far and easily the most exhilerating thing he's imagined, tonight. blackboards and chalkdust. a desk scattered with papers and crunching beneath desperate bodies. perhaps solving a difficult equation, or . . . fine tuning viktor's braces. or their prototypes. both of them covered in grease, soot and ash. viktor keeping the goggles on.
[ Viktor watches every minute detail as the man moves, the way his knees spread farther apart and how his thighs flex beneath tight slacks as he lifts himself up to show off. There's a soft tick that chimes in the back of Viktor's mind, thinking about Jayce's injured leg and how it will probably never be able to move as fluidly again, mourning the loss for him even as he admired the strength in the man at his feet.
He hums against the rim of his glass. ] Oh, I'm sure you would, pup. I just mean you're so eager, I doubt I'd tell you to do something you hadn't already considered yourself.
[ As more and more skin is revealed, Viktor does feel a blush rising to his cheeks, face hot beneath the cool metal of his mask. A button pops free of its thread and he bites at his bottom lip, a soft sound of admiration and arousal escaping though muffled. Experiment? He'd love nothing better, except he needs the right lab partner. If there had been any thought of going through with this when he'd first been approached, Viktor is now firm in his choice not to fully engage. Perhaps it's sad, a little pathetic, but even now he can't imagine letting anyone but Jayce touch him in such ways. ]
I do love experimentation. [ Draining the rest of his drink, he sets the empty glass aside and leans forward. Maybe there's no harm in playing a little, in not touching one another but seeing how far he can push this willing subject. ] Unbutton your pants.
[ settling on his heels and adjusting his seat due to, well— how increasingly tight the front of his trousers both look and feel, jayce feel his breath pull in with a douse of hesitation. he can feel his entire face heat up beneath his mask, bright pink spraying his cheeks and making the color of his lips pop all the more. jayce's hand hovers over his zipper, feeling just the . . . softest twinge beneath from the sound wrought to his ears. of pleasure, of— hell, how he would imagine it to sound.
his compliance comes, quiet and deliberate. steadily, jayce swallows tight, his fingers pausing at his belt. his fingers pause at his belt, breath shallow. just that brief, startled stillness before he surrenders. the thought of viktor— the precision of his hands, the quiet command in his voice, blooms unbidden, and it undoes him. he's not embarrassed, not really. just . . . perhaps shy in a way he hasn't been for years. the kind of shy that feels warm at the edges, like anticipation.
that is all he does, especially when the growing boner is given space to breathe. ]
D— [ he manages to swallow, hands now on his thighs, curious eyes up and chest beginning to move with more purpose, with each breath. ] Do you?
[ He cannot deny that it's a beautiful display, the gentle rise and fall of a sculpted chest that quickens when hands fall to his belt. Viktor watches the way a plush mouth parts on quiet pants for breath, eyes tracing the way teeth capture his bottom lip as he brushes against himself, and for a moment he imagines a gap in those two front teeth. What he wouldn't give to feel those teeth knock against his, to fondly caress the gap with his tongue. It's all in his mind, though, and even if this is a dream, there's still a much more solid man in front of Viktor begging his attention.
Well, he certainly gets it when the front of his pants is opened and the obvious bulge beneath visibly throbs. Viktor's mouth is dry, and he should have sent the man to fetch him another drink. Would he go now, disheveled as he is? Would he risk his pants slipping down his narrow hips? Viktor is saved from making the choice by someone walking by with a tray of drinks which he's quick to grab from, swirling the liquid around the fluted glass before sipping. He's not sure if it's tastes like anything, but it wets his tongue and warms his chest. ]
Of course. Experimentation is essential for discovery. [ He adjusts in his seat, spreading his legs to either side of the man and then neatly folding one over the other off to the left. Like this, he can easily reach down and wrap his hand in the loose tie at the man's throat, giving a tug to bring him closer and tilt his head up. ] Wouldn't you agree?
[ jayce has never nodded faster in his life. he is so hard right now because experimentation is essential for discovery has never been worded so— sexy! his erection insists that it is, indeed, once of the sexiest things to have said in this context. it's exactly the kind of thing he'd . . . imagine. swallowing so tight he feels a knot sit at the knob of his adam's apple, jayce cannot pry his eyes away from the golden gaze orchestrating his forward lean. he likes the pull, he likes the demand. he likes everything about it and it would look . . . so good on viktor.
jayce plants his hands close to the other's feet, fingers splayed to maintain his height, although his legs do end up. splaying. slightly. in the same way. fuck he wants to— ]
Can I, [ the words come as tight as he felt, ] touch you? I mean— Just my hands, on your legs, or. Your feet, [ i guess, he breathes, giddy beyond what he could keep under control. at the end of the day, or dream, this man was still a stranger. he didn't know him and considering he's on the floor— ] anything.
[ The man leans in so eagerly, eyes wide beneath his mask, and for a moment Viktor can picture Jayce in this position so easily. Hazel doe eyes eager and trusting. Disheveled hair falling over his forehead. The peek of his eyebrow scar, the perfect target for a gentle kiss. A bearded cheek rubbing against Viktor's knee, or the inside of his thigh, or—
Jayce would surely never submit to Viktor like this, though, and that was assuming he would be interested in any kind of physical intimacy with him to begin with. Viktor is trying to hard not to think about the man he's yearned after for so many years, but it's difficult when this stranger in front of him keeps reminding Viktor of that very object of desire. ]
Hm? [ The hum might come across as playful disinterest, but Viktor really had gotten lost in his own thoughts. ] You would like that, wouldn't you? [ Twirling the man's tie around a finger, he gives it another tug. ] You did ask so sweetly. Go ahead. Nothing above the knee.
[ jayce keeps his entire neck exposed and nods, hardly realizing how he's begun to sweat. where the tie rings around him, under that, and— ]
O—Okay.
[ deciding midway up to leg, that is where jayce sets his hands, and from that widened, firm touch of heavy palms and slowly rubbing thumbs, jayce's hands have nearly fully encircled the other's calves. from beneath the heat spreads the aching lights of runic language. jayce isn't ever one to do something magical, so this was, indeed, magical for him to watch, all while keeping his chin up.
pathetically, jayce knocks his heels together to sit tight upon them, his erection throbbing and threatening to dribble through the folds of his fabrics— and politely, he still sits. he wants to do so much more than this, he realizes. he wants . . . so much more, as the wait exaggerates just how much he actually wants at this point. not with the stranger, but with who he projects onto him.
viktor would look good, sitting there, poised and taking what he wanted, commanding what he wished. he would look good yanking him around by the tie and jayce wouldn't mind it. not one bit.
the man's breathing has picked up. from the distant wander of his eye right over the stranger's shoulder, he can pick out two figures under masks, bumping together in a rythmic slide. and one in particular bouncing wildly as the other angled to allow him more entry. it was just a look, a little glance he couldn't quite escape from. movement naturally catches the eye. he does, of course, bring his eyes back quickly, with a blink, and yet it is all that it takes for jayce to shiver, to want to lower his cock from the curve under clothes and palm the ache, the heat, the stiff show of desire—
he focuses himself back on the other's thin legs, stroking them up and down, but never at all breaching the knees. ]
[ Viktor uncrosses his legs again as the stranger reaches for them, huge hands that could easily encircle Viktor's slender limbs. Even in the dream, where he imagines himself healthier and stronger, more in line with what he'd been before his sickness had worsened, he's thin and lanky compared to the other. Warm, calloused hands rub against the skin of his calves, bringing with them thoughts of Jayce returning to the lab from the forge, smelling of soot. Viktor sighs softly as the touch settles in place, anchors to the present no matter how his mind wanders.
It's easy to tell when his companion gets distracted, and Viktor tugs on his tie to pull him back into focus, hypocritical given he keeps thinking of someone else. A glance over his shoulder makes him blush at the sight but chuckle because, well, he can't blame the man for having his attention diverted by such... fervor. ]
Do I? [ He's never been told as such in his entire life, even before needing a leg brace. ] Thank you, baby.
[ Momentarily at a loss, eyes wandering over the body beneath him held in captive focus, Viktor watches the way his adam's apple bobs in his throat. ] If you're thirsty, would you like a sip?
[ not like it wasn't hot in here as is, the flush strangling him at this point when pulled back— the chuckle rings both sweet as it does make his teeth flash with playful embarrassment. his cock: pitifully hard, still. his want to relieve it: equally pitiful. all his fingers could do is anxiously grip at the slender legs provided rather that the begging shaft in his briefs and the open window of his unbuttoned pants. he shifts again, heels to ass, thighs tensioned together now rather than spread apart to try and . . . cause any amount of friction, again, and what little he does cause is a dizzying tease to his very own nerves. not enough . . . it's driving him mad. ]
I, ah . . . [ he's losing his words, immediately thinks of a different kind of drink that leads to a quick dart of his eyes going from the other's crotch, right in front of him, to the floor. ] sure, [ so, he quite carefully holds his hand out for the drink. the glass. absolutely . . . ]
[ Just able to make out the reddening of his cheeks beneath the mask, Viktor smiles. He knows that he's teasing, but isn't that half of the fun? He feels this dream is meant to be about decadence, and nothing is more indulgent than toying with his food. Forget the fact that he's never done this, that he's never gotten to even this stage of flirting with someone, let alone gone any step further. He's got his imagination, the dark fantasies tucked away in the back of his mind, the hunger for someone specific.
When the man removes a hand and reaches for the glass, Viktor pulls it out of reach and tuts his tongue. ] Ah ah, I didn't say you could move, did I? [ Waiting to feel those strong fingers against his skin once more, he smiles and presses the rim of the glass to this strangers lips and tilts the drink until he can sip from it. He watches a few drops escape the corner of his mouth and trail down his jawline, removes the glass, and wipes up the liquid with his thumb. Still watching, eyes sharp and bright, he presses the pad of his thumb to the man's lips, pushes down on the bottom one, and waits for him to lick the digit clean. ]
[ —Oh. And here Jayce was, leaning into it and getting jerked back by the imposed limits, we should say (he's learning about them now). White hot tingles ride across Jayce's arms, neck, back and shaft, feeling another trembling surge of wetness of the tip of what his now a stain in briefs half exposed. He lowers his reach, his hands, right where they should be and cannot help a twitch jerking the edges of his lips into pleasent startle. The look he gives too, is one of compliant amusement. It works him up all the more, winds him up like a springtrap prepared to burst forth.
He could do so much when the light turns green, and he hints at it only by his grip: firm. quivering with flourishing ideas stacked in his mind like folders of experiment notes (And to think he likes being toyed with before being devoured). Jayce carefully tips his head back just enough for the stranger to nourish him, to care for the dribble that escapes down his jawline— and the thumb to his plush bottom lip.
Without breaking eye contact, Jayce gets the message and reads beyond it. What would he want to do? The flat of his tongue tries the digit's pad, languid and diligent, before the top half of his jaws follows suit, lips encirling until he's sucked the tip clean.
[ Viktor holds the unflinching gaze, skin warming from being so hungrily watched, so openly seen. The man licks his thumb clean and more, clever tongue warm and wet and so heavy with promise of what else it might do for him. It's tempting, so very tempting, but even as Viktor feels himself filling with desire, he knows that it's for another. There's also the fact to consider that, beneath his shimmering robes, his body is a blank astral nebula. Perhaps it's due to his inexperience, but even in a dream, he cannot imagine enough intimate detail. Or maybe, it's a cruel joke played on him by their host. ]
Good boy. [ Thumb wet, he smears it through the corner of the man's lips as he rotates his hand to gently grasp his chin. ] Would you like a reward?
[ Leaning in, he smiles as he slides a foot between spread thighs that visibly quiver with exertion and anticipation, firm muscles testing the strength of the fabric covering them. Viktor presses the top of his foot up against the inseam and then pulls back, a thoughtful caress to the underside of his bulge. Wordlessly watching, eyes on the man's face, he steps down to fit the arch of his foot across the wet strain of his erection. ]
[ Jayce's wandering eyes on the man's frame is short lived— His curious eyes wander downwards and further up to the magnetism of the stranger's hidden face and the so very lustrious pull of honey gold eyes. Another sing of praise, and another moan dribbles from the base of his throat that he doesn't mean to leverage. He can't help it in the fuzz of this venomous provocation, seeping addictive toxins into a bloodstream pumped wild through his veins. Yes Jayce pleads through the drag across his lips that feel wet with need to do more with one man in mind, and this wasn't it.
But his brain could fool him. Jayce's eyes flit down to the other's lips coming closer, just close enough that he could imagine the rest, feel the scent of his nose and heat pricking his cheeks. It's the "reward" in question that is not a kiss, or the tease of one that he so expects, but the slide of the toside of a foot that makes Jayce's eyes pop wide behind his mask, jolt in his place, but not flee from his spot. Jayce's thighs close tight until knees knock against one another, his breathing sputtering with the edges of a moan strangled tight. The undeniable heat rises, and Jayce pursues it by rising from his heels, his gasp held to the blessed friction applied to the wheeping mess of his cock.
From there, it only takes two more strokes for the desperate build up to release. Was it a terrible idea? Yes. Did he care? Not as much as he should have, but he would. Climax comes for him almost too suddenly, in the hanging of his lips against cleverly dominant fingers tipping his face up, cradling him as his eyes rolled to the surge of his peak.. V-— he thinks. Vi— he moans, he trembles and quakes and ruts— and he wakes up. In heated sweat, and as we know it: A mortifying soak within his pants that makes Jayce's blood run cold as soon as he realizes it. Oh Gods above. ]
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[ The man smiles beneath his mask and there's something so warm about it, coy and inviting but just a bit innocent and humble, too. It reminds Viktor a little too much of Jayce, of the way it felt to have his chipped grin shine only for him, to know that he was the cause of it thanks to a breakthrough or a joke or a fresh cup of coffee brought unbidden. The smoldering fire in the pit of his stomach makes him sick, eager to quench its flames because there's no way to stoke it higher. Maybe a distraction is worth his time, maybe the company will help him forget for a while. ]
Bring me a drink first. [ Tilting his head to one side, golden curtain shifting to drape against his shoulder, he smiles beneath his own mask. He could be a little more polite, posing a question rather than leveling a demand, but there's a wickedness lying in wait within him that's scratching to get out. ] Then, if you're good, you may join me.
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a strange thrill bleeds into his gut and extends to his smirk. and, well. let us all say that jayce always had a thing for alluring, beautiful people with a penchant for pulling his strings. ]
A drink, huh. [ jayce feigns contemplation; he's already ,ade his decision. ] Just don't run off without me.
[ he tilts his torso in a way that near resembles a bow as he excuses himself, searches around for some kind of table, glasses, drinks drinks drinks . . . whatever sparkling beverage he could find, and in quite the demure glass, he brings it back, as promised. ]
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There's a pause heavy with anticipation, and then acceptance. He smiles and nods, quirking his lips at the little bow before he watches the man walk away. There's a moment where he thinks he may not come back, that the broad back tapering down to a tight ass will retreat forever, but it's a risk he's willing to take with a stranger.
A risk that pays off. He returns to offer Viktor a drink, which he accepts in order to sip at while keeping eye contact over the rim of the glass. ]
Take a seat. [ There's room next to him on the couch, but Viktor's eyes flick to the pillows strewn around his feet, a decadent nest waiting to be sat or knelt upon. ]
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he knows what's being asked of him, now. he should be humiliated, shouldn't he? again, he's being guided, and in some way— it almost feels like he's being cared for, the burden of having to lead remains lifted. what comes in the power of anonymity is also a full lack of shame. no one recognizes him. no one could judge him. he could simply . . . be free to test the very thing that's calling him with such lure, and indulge in the very new fact that he has, thus far, fancied the way dynamics were established between them seamlessly.
so jayce sits, at last, dropping carefull to his knees first and resting his ass on his heels, his gaze going up now that the height of his eyes were at the stranger's lap. earnest, bright doe eyes, wide shoulders, and tapered waist presented with a newfound eagerness. once he truly settles into place, surrounded by softness— jayce concludes he does, in fact, like it down here, gravitating his head, tentatively, to the top of the other's thigh. ]
Like this?
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The cheek pressing against his thigh, warm through thin layers of silk and chiffon, is a surprise that makes his lips curl with pleasure. ]
Perfect. Are you comfortable? [ Taking another sip of his drink and feeling it add to the heady blur in his mind, he uses his other hand to reach down and trace along the bottom edge of the man's mask. ] You look lovely on your knees.
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jayce briefly lets his eyes drift shut to fill in the empty spaces of his mind's spotty vision. who would he wish to be cradling him like this? his backside grinds into his heels as large hands encircle thin thighs, and at first what he tries to imagine are just— blurs, past partners with little fuel to react to, then faceless figures, corsets, the swish of hips, dainty curves. golden eyes. chestnut hair . . . sharp cheekbones. moles.
he seems to be drifting to one particular image no matter how hard he tried to backtrack. his best friend, his partner, his reason to live. jayce gives up then, on trying to fight it: he pretends it could be viktor, for his own selfishness. and by gods, how he heats up at the settling acceptance of that. there is no scent to catch beyond one that is tearing him apart from the inside. this one— is his. another rub of his face against the lap that welcomes him would be sure to, perhaps, mark him. ]
Then keep me here.
[ he wants him. he can acknowledge that here, in the depths of who he was, with no shame or fear to pin him back. he wants him . . . beyond what he could grasp. ]
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Do you want to be kept? [ Setting his glass aside, still half full, he looks down at the man and, perhaps emboldened by his mask or the alcohol, smirks. ] Shall I make you mine, pup?
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I wouldn't mind being kept by someone who'd know how to take care of me. [ jayce's hands encompass the man's thighs from both sides, large hands capable of making full circles around them from thumb to pinky. and yet, he's down here. this, this is something he's never done, too. he's never not expected to lead. ] And you look like you know.
[ with all his frame's long lines and slim elegance, his wirey fingers and the craft sown into it, jayce is magnetized by the pull of his gaze. the man's weight sits harder on his shins in the other's lap, squirm his legs beneath to adjust to the . . . stirring third addition between them. arousal, from this— well, there were plenty of sounds and sights still caught by the corner of jayce's eyes. women with bountiful curves moaning soft, inviting, men that are thin and hung— within the safety zone of his privacy and anonymity, he lets go, straight into arousal and thinks to ask: ] I'll do anything you ask of me.
[ a dangerous token to give— but jayce has a list, secret to himself. he's prepared for it, and seems to trust this stranger with his body and mind. a risk, but . . .
he's always thought himself a good judge of character. ]
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Still, maybe he's deserving of the trust for one simple reason: he's not going to do anything with it. This man is a stranger, no matter how much he evokes memories of the one Viktor truly wishes were sitting with him, and they're in a very public setting. It might be arousing in certain aspects, but for someone who's never been physically intimate with anyone else, Viktor doesn't want his first foray into that to be interrupted by anything else.
He'd talked a big game, opened a door too wide to step through himself, but that doesn't mean they can't play, albeit at a much tamer level. ]
I wouldn't ask for anything you wouldn't want. [ At least, he highly doubts he would ask for something this man wouldn't be willing to do if he's already knelt at Viktor's feet and submitted to him.
Regarding him for a moment, Viktor picks his drink up once again and sips at it. ] Unbutton your jacket and shirt.
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Try me— I'd let you know if I were uncomfortable.
[ would viktor like this? jayce wonders if . . . he'd fluster him, or if it would be the other way around. he finds that he'd enjoy both circumstances. without dropping the tailcoat, he starts on his tie, loosening the knot at his collar to make the first button slip through its slit. then the second, then the third (which ends up popping from the puff of his breasts. the pressure . . . ]
It could . . . Be our little experiment.
[ heh. "experiment" that was by far and easily the most exhilerating thing he's imagined, tonight. blackboards and chalkdust. a desk scattered with papers and crunching beneath desperate bodies. perhaps solving a difficult equation, or . . . fine tuning viktor's braces. or their prototypes. both of them covered in grease, soot and ash. viktor keeping the goggles on.
good lord, he may be getting hard. ]
What do you say?
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He hums against the rim of his glass. ] Oh, I'm sure you would, pup. I just mean you're so eager, I doubt I'd tell you to do something you hadn't already considered yourself.
[ As more and more skin is revealed, Viktor does feel a blush rising to his cheeks, face hot beneath the cool metal of his mask. A button pops free of its thread and he bites at his bottom lip, a soft sound of admiration and arousal escaping though muffled. Experiment? He'd love nothing better, except he needs the right lab partner. If there had been any thought of going through with this when he'd first been approached, Viktor is now firm in his choice not to fully engage. Perhaps it's sad, a little pathetic, but even now he can't imagine letting anyone but Jayce touch him in such ways. ]
I do love experimentation. [ Draining the rest of his drink, he sets the empty glass aside and leans forward. Maybe there's no harm in playing a little, in not touching one another but seeing how far he can push this willing subject. ] Unbutton your pants.
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his compliance comes, quiet and deliberate. steadily, jayce swallows tight, his fingers pausing at his belt. his fingers pause at his belt, breath shallow. just that brief, startled stillness before he surrenders. the thought of viktor— the precision of his hands, the quiet command in his voice, blooms unbidden, and it undoes him. he's not embarrassed, not really. just . . . perhaps shy in a way he hasn't been for years. the kind of shy that feels warm at the edges, like anticipation.
that is all he does, especially when the growing boner is given space to breathe. ]
D— [ he manages to swallow, hands now on his thighs, curious eyes up and chest beginning to move with more purpose, with each breath. ] Do you?
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Well, he certainly gets it when the front of his pants is opened and the obvious bulge beneath visibly throbs. Viktor's mouth is dry, and he should have sent the man to fetch him another drink. Would he go now, disheveled as he is? Would he risk his pants slipping down his narrow hips? Viktor is saved from making the choice by someone walking by with a tray of drinks which he's quick to grab from, swirling the liquid around the fluted glass before sipping. He's not sure if it's tastes like anything, but it wets his tongue and warms his chest. ]
Of course. Experimentation is essential for discovery. [ He adjusts in his seat, spreading his legs to either side of the man and then neatly folding one over the other off to the left. Like this, he can easily reach down and wrap his hand in the loose tie at the man's throat, giving a tug to bring him closer and tilt his head up. ] Wouldn't you agree?
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jayce plants his hands close to the other's feet, fingers splayed to maintain his height, although his legs do end up. splaying. slightly. in the same way. fuck he wants to— ]
Can I, [ the words come as tight as he felt, ] touch you? I mean— Just my hands, on your legs, or. Your feet, [ i guess, he breathes, giddy beyond what he could keep under control. at the end of the day, or dream, this man was still a stranger. he didn't know him and considering he's on the floor— ] anything.
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Jayce would surely never submit to Viktor like this, though, and that was assuming he would be interested in any kind of physical intimacy with him to begin with. Viktor is trying to hard not to think about the man he's yearned after for so many years, but it's difficult when this stranger in front of him keeps reminding Viktor of that very object of desire. ]
Hm? [ The hum might come across as playful disinterest, but Viktor really had gotten lost in his own thoughts. ] You would like that, wouldn't you? [ Twirling the man's tie around a finger, he gives it another tug. ] You did ask so sweetly. Go ahead. Nothing above the knee.
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O—Okay.
[ deciding midway up to leg, that is where jayce sets his hands, and from that widened, firm touch of heavy palms and slowly rubbing thumbs, jayce's hands have nearly fully encircled the other's calves. from beneath the heat spreads the aching lights of runic language. jayce isn't ever one to do something magical, so this was, indeed, magical for him to watch, all while keeping his chin up.
pathetically, jayce knocks his heels together to sit tight upon them, his erection throbbing and threatening to dribble through the folds of his fabrics— and politely, he still sits. he wants to do so much more than this, he realizes. he wants . . . so much more, as the wait exaggerates just how much he actually wants at this point. not with the stranger, but with who he projects onto him.
viktor would look good, sitting there, poised and taking what he wanted, commanding what he wished. he would look good yanking him around by the tie and jayce wouldn't mind it. not one bit.
the man's breathing has picked up. from the distant wander of his eye right over the stranger's shoulder, he can pick out two figures under masks, bumping together in a rythmic slide. and one in particular bouncing wildly as the other angled to allow him more entry. it was just a look, a little glance he couldn't quite escape from. movement naturally catches the eye. he does, of course, bring his eyes back quickly, with a blink, and yet it is all that it takes for jayce to shiver, to want to lower his cock from the curve under clothes and palm the ache, the heat, the stiff show of desire—
he focuses himself back on the other's thin legs, stroking them up and down, but never at all breaching the knees. ]
You have— Nice legs.
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It's easy to tell when his companion gets distracted, and Viktor tugs on his tie to pull him back into focus, hypocritical given he keeps thinking of someone else. A glance over his shoulder makes him blush at the sight but chuckle because, well, he can't blame the man for having his attention diverted by such... fervor. ]
Do I? [ He's never been told as such in his entire life, even before needing a leg brace. ] Thank you, baby.
[ Momentarily at a loss, eyes wandering over the body beneath him held in captive focus, Viktor watches the way his adam's apple bobs in his throat. ] If you're thirsty, would you like a sip?
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I, ah . . . [ he's losing his words, immediately thinks of a different kind of drink that leads to a quick dart of his eyes going from the other's crotch, right in front of him, to the floor. ] sure, [ so, he quite carefully holds his hand out for the drink. the glass. absolutely . . . ]
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When the man removes a hand and reaches for the glass, Viktor pulls it out of reach and tuts his tongue. ] Ah ah, I didn't say you could move, did I? [ Waiting to feel those strong fingers against his skin once more, he smiles and presses the rim of the glass to this strangers lips and tilts the drink until he can sip from it. He watches a few drops escape the corner of his mouth and trail down his jawline, removes the glass, and wipes up the liquid with his thumb. Still watching, eyes sharp and bright, he presses the pad of his thumb to the man's lips, pushes down on the bottom one, and waits for him to lick the digit clean. ]
How do you like it?
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He could do so much when the light turns green, and he hints at it only by his grip: firm. quivering with flourishing ideas stacked in his mind like folders of experiment notes (And to think he likes being toyed with before being devoured). Jayce carefully tips his head back just enough for the stranger to nourish him, to care for the dribble that escapes down his jawline— and the thumb to his plush bottom lip.
Without breaking eye contact, Jayce gets the message and reads beyond it. What would he want to do? The flat of his tongue tries the digit's pad, languid and diligent, before the top half of his jaws follows suit, lips encirling until he's sucked the tip clean.
Mhm, he hums. ]
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Good boy. [ Thumb wet, he smears it through the corner of the man's lips as he rotates his hand to gently grasp his chin. ] Would you like a reward?
[ Leaning in, he smiles as he slides a foot between spread thighs that visibly quiver with exertion and anticipation, firm muscles testing the strength of the fabric covering them. Viktor presses the top of his foot up against the inseam and then pulls back, a thoughtful caress to the underside of his bulge. Wordlessly watching, eyes on the man's face, he steps down to fit the arch of his foot across the wet strain of his erection. ]
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But his brain could fool him. Jayce's eyes flit down to the other's lips coming closer, just close enough that he could imagine the rest, feel the scent of his nose and heat pricking his cheeks. It's the "reward" in question that is not a kiss, or the tease of one that he so expects, but the slide of the toside of a foot that makes Jayce's eyes pop wide behind his mask, jolt in his place, but not flee from his spot. Jayce's thighs close tight until knees knock against one another, his breathing sputtering with the edges of a moan strangled tight. The undeniable heat rises, and Jayce pursues it by rising from his heels, his gasp held to the blessed friction applied to the wheeping mess of his cock.
From there, it only takes two more strokes for the desperate build up to release. Was it a terrible idea? Yes. Did he care? Not as much as he should have, but he would. Climax comes for him almost too suddenly, in the hanging of his lips against cleverly dominant fingers tipping his face up, cradling him as his eyes rolled to the surge of his peak.. V-— he thinks. Vi— he moans, he trembles and quakes and ruts— and he wakes up. In heated sweat, and as we know it: A mortifying soak within his pants that makes Jayce's blood run cold as soon as he realizes it. Oh Gods above. ]