[ 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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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. ]