This is not something you must apologize for. [ After all, the entire exchange had begun because Viktor implied that he wasn't necessarily a stranger to one-night stands. They had tiptoed around each other and, apparently, their mutual feelings for one another long enough—now was the time to put it into words where they could both hear the truth of their hearts.
Chuckling softly, always endeared by Jayce's boyish charms and his ability to diffuse the tension of a situation, Viktor hums as if to think. He doesn't get much time with his brainpower, however, because it fizzles out as Jayce stands and once against puts himself out of reach. When he straddles the chair, legs wide on either side of Viktor's thin frame, he's quick to close his legs and make room on either side of the seat for Jayce to kneel. ]
My brace will be uncomfortable for you... [ Not to mention his thin limbs aren't unlikely to snap under the weight of Jayce's muscle. But what a way to go... ]
[ luckily, this works. first, because viktor is relatively smaller than the spot jayce's wide seat provides. it's much bigger than him!! second, a knee on one side is just fine. two might squeeze viktor into a sandwich (also a Way to go). one leg down, the other up, giving jayce some leverage as he experiments with a straddle over viktor's lap. ]
I don't feel it. [ probably because he's meaty af and on top of the bend of his own leg where viktor's brace is under him. extra cushioning. ] Is this uncomfortable for you?
Not at all. [ It spills from him, a hurried confession born out of worry that maybe Jayce will readjust and pull back from Viktor again; he wouldn't survive it.
Setting both hands on Jayce's waist, narrow for his build and yet so much bigger than Viktor's own, he flirts his fingers beneath the edge of his waistcoat. Viktor wants to touch him, explore every inch of skin, categorize the lines of muscle and dips of bone. He knows that such things will probably have to wait, if they come at all—he has no assumptions about what their relationship will be like or what Jayce wants from him other than for it to last longer than the night. ]
I'm right where I want to be. [ He smiles and reaches a hand up to grab the front of Jayce's shirt so he can pull him down for a kiss, the angle much improved by proximity and Jayce being able to lean over him as Viktor leans his head back against the chair. ]
[ jayce's agreement starts at a me and ends with a muffled, swallowed too between their fastened lips, his hands hovering on either side of them in suspended surprise— until melting into it is what he's being allowed to do, like butter to a hot pan. jayce had felt the jolt of excitement where viktor's hands had teased the cotton corners of his wrapped vest around his waist, a thin cone in relation to his widened shoulders. as he kisses him, his body following viktor's angle and his tongue accessing the spaces pulling apart for him, jayce's thighs relax upon the other's lap. he looks for viktor's thin fingers just as he sucks and spreads along his lips to the edges of his teeth, guiding his hands not just to his waist, but just underneath the folds of his waistcoat. approval to explore, wanting it and happy to reciprocate. he wants to do it with him.
jayce is quite happy he picked this uncanny spot, and pulls their lips scant inches apart to say: ]
[ Viktor is so focused on the kiss that he's unaware of Jayce's hovering hands until they capture his and lead them to the bottom hem of his waistcoat. Moaning into the kiss, nipping at Jayce's lower lip, he eagerly takes the hint to push beneath the fabric. It's so warm between the layers, fueled by Jayce's ever-prevalent body heat, and Viktor begins to thumb open the fastenings so his hands can travel higher. It teases him terribly with what it would be like to let his fingers trace the lines of muscle across Jayce's bare skin, his shirt a horrid barrier between dreams and reality.
Leaning forward to chase after the kiss, to follow Jayce even as he tries to pull back and speak, Viktor balks at the compliment not because it's so sexually charged, but because such things are coming out of Jayce's mouth. ]
Is that so? And what are you thinking that brings such an observation to mind? [ Waistcoat fully undone, Viktor smooths his hands up over Jayce's pecs—gives them a firm but fleeting squeeze—and then pushes the garment off his shoulders. ] Have you pictured it before?
[ such clever fingers on him at last, making the heat in the core of his belly ripple out beneath the fabric's confines. there is an excitement like no other as he could hear and feel the click of buttons and bands coming loose, allowing viktor's hands to gain access all while keeping a kiss rolling back and forth like waves.
oh, he said that without thinking, didn't he. and now that he's cornered, he has to own up to his now sudden flush, right in viktor's lap. jayce's pecs are out and even puffed out as they're fondled, feeling his back curve— ]
I, uh—
[ then down slips the fabric from his back and to the floor. he tries to ignore the swelter gaining traction between his legs, right now— or else it'd twitch within, a little tighter than it had been moments prior. oh, boy . . .
jayce is a terrible liar. he shouldn't try it, even if it brings up his guilty secrets from behind the scenes. ]
I might've, [ that is . . . such a yes in his eyes. yes yes yes yes i have! jayce's eyes wander, up and down, deciding to busy his curious hands, too. the adjustment his hips give a subtle little back-and-forth, making his breathing go quiet and his hands, right around viktor's waist and dipping under cotton, crawl up the plush of his flesh. ] a few times.
[ As soon as the waistcoat is handled, Viktor's hands are right back to Jayce's chest, exploring it even with the remaining barrier of his shirt. They'll get to removing it, maybe tonight or eventually another time—Viktor doesn't consider himself a patient man, but he can wait at least a little while. All that matters is that there will be a next time, that Jayce is as invested in this as Viktor is, and that he understands how precious time is when the clock ticks faster for someone like Viktor compared to someone like Jayce.
He's not thinking about that now, not letting his mind pull him into that dark place. Tonight is something warm and bright and theirs, and Jayce is blushing hot against Viktor's skin where they bump noses and brush cheeks. ]
Tell me. [ Pulling at the back of Jayce's shirt, he untucks it just enough so that he can rest his fingers against skin where he settles his hands over the waist of Jayce's slacks. ] I would look, and then what did you think about doing?
[ jayce's fingers scramble to undo viktor's tie, only the array of nerves unfolding in him making it a difficult task (he's laughing about it, at least, how could he be so stupid to even wait so long, seriously—). once that's done with, jayce fumbles around with the clasps of viktor's own vest with the excitability of a teen in the dark, running the risk of getting caught— and finally gives up to just pulling it off his head when it's loose enough. luckily, viktor's clothes are always pretty loose fitting . . . ]
Well, [ he's stalling? he can't be embarrassed now, can he? no, it's clear how they feel, now. jayce wants him to know (and know that he wants to take him home, or damn it just end up on the floor or desk or this very chair in the lab. this place has always been their home. ] kissing you was first. Then . . .
Either bending you over our desk, or, [ jayce starts at the top button of viktor's dress shirt, but his eyes keep to his partner's gaze for a reaction. ] bending myself over, h-heh.
[ Viktor chuckles softly when Jayce's hands struggle with their simple task, usually so dexterous but lacking coordination when faced with something precious, important. Cute, Jayce Talis is cute, he always has been and even now, kneeling to straddle Viktor and looming over him with all that damned height, their are still many facets of him that are adorable even juxtaposed with others that are downright sexy. The way he pulls off an offending garment, coaxing Viktor's hands away from their target and lifting his arms above his head? Brutally arousing. ]
Kissing is a great start. [ Even though he's listening raptly, he's quick to put his hands right where they were sliding up the back of Jayce's shirt, fingers pressing into the warm and firm planes of muscle beneath the cotton.
Gods, Jayce says it so plainly with none of the shyness that Viktor had anticipated, but the most shocking part is that he's imagined being the one to get fucked. The idea isn't new to Viktor, but he'd always felt so guilty fantasizing that someone big and strong like Jayce would submit to him—apparently, it was unnecessary to chastise himself for thinking such things might ever come true. Though he considers himself apart from most of society, and outsider observing more often than participating, it seems that he's still become prey to preconceived notions about what a couple such as themselves would get up to in the bedroom. ]
You brilliant beauty. [ He makes no move to stop Jayce from undoing his shirt, though somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that fooling around in the lab without something softer to lie on will wreck havoc on his body. ] And did I ever bend you over myself?
[ brilliant and a beauty? he's going to get too confident that way. a little too ambitious. should they really be fooling around on his chair? jayce loses the thought when hands are on him again, when eyes scavenge for his every curve and bump of muscle. they shift like plates beneath the earth itself, and jayce's distracted conscious thinks: it'll be alright like this. for a little while longer.
his bigger hands start at the bare paleness of viktor's moonkissed skin (ahhh, and chest moles . . . belly moles . . ) from the jut of his collar bone down to the hairs pacing his belly. he could wrap them both around the man's waist and touch his fingers, yet he's insinuating he's bounce on his cock right where he sat. the rim of his pants come next— but jayce stops right at the hem to check on the space taken up under the fabric. how— hard was he? and big?
he's getting restless and needy on viktor's lap. one single rock for adjusting his posture slots their hips together in a way that was devilish. one more move and they'd be grinding. with his hands carefully supporting his weight by the chair's back rest behind viktor, jayce doesn't think of the words spewing between his and viktor's lips until they're already out in the open. ]
[ Jayce is deserving of such confidence, and really it should already be something he has; he's truly beautiful, everywhere from his narrow hips to his wide shoulders, from his callused hands to his notched smile.
In comparison, Viktor isn't much of a sight to behold. Removing his shirt reveals his incredibly thin and incredibly pale torso, splattered with dark freckles like ink blots on an otherwise clean page. He has no defined muscles to boast of, nothing besides his slightly hunched posture. It's so tempting to cross his arms over himself, but... well, he trusts Jayce to see him and want him. He trusts his partner who's always stood by his side, who often marveled at his brilliance, who tempted him into going out for fun rather than working all the time. Now that the door has been opened, letting Viktor see that it's more than friendly affection behind all the gestures, he knows that Jayce won't change his mind after seeing Viktor's body when he already knows it more intimately than anyone thanks to their experiments and proximity.
Hands trailing low snap his focus back to the moment because yes, he's definitely hard, interest piqued long before fingers had come close with a flirting promise of friction. He's also probably bigger than Jayce expects from a man with his build, but that's a matter for later.
Unfortunately, Jayce speaks first and ruins all intentions to put a hold on progressing any further. Swearing under his breath, Viktor looks up at the angel in his lap now tempting him to sin with a not-so-innocent adjustment of his hips. ]
I will. [ He leans up to kiss him, a ghost of lips against lips as he continues to speak. ] But not tonight. Not until I know you can take me.
[ hnnnnnnnnggggnooooo, not waiting. jayce doesn't exactly groan this dramatically, but god does he in his head. instead the man clamps his thighs outside of viktor's legs in protest, rolling his head over his shoulder and sighing out an shorter groan to object. he had to bite the bullet of his more anxious nerves and go for it, just go for that mass of folds and tight creases of viktor's slacks— and he does! jayce's first fingers initiate a curl around the waistline and button of his pants, his ring ginger, pinky and thumb curving over where his cock lays—
he pauses right there at both what he feels and his partner's words, a brow raised and his rone littered with a sip of humor. the smirk gives him away. ]
[ The impatient display makes Viktor smile with disbelief, chuckling at how much of a brat Jayce can be when he doesn't get his way. Neither of them are the best at knowing what was good for them, but at least in this, Viktor is certain that trying to fuck Jayce when he's never been with a man before is a bad idea.
Shivering at the large hand that presses over his groin, Viktor lets Jayce explore without interruption. His own fingers finish the buttons on Jayce's shirt and pull it open to reveal all of that beautiful brown skin and sculpted muscle. Jayce's pecs are so close that it's impossible to resist the temptation to lean forward and bite the meat of one, just a testing nip until he knows whether or not Jayce likes teeth in his skin. ]
Hm. [ He hums with a matching smirk as he looks up at his partner turned lover. ] Anticipatory.
[ jayce lifts a brown, but damn if his smirk doesn't split into half a grin. isn't there a first time for everything? jayce would argue that. starting with exploration: jayce grants open access to his puffy bust, receptive to not just the tactile brush of viktor's clever hands by shrugging off the rest of the fabric and yanking the tight spots through the cuffs of his sleeves. unceremoniously dropping to the floor, that piece. the whirr past jayce's bitten lower lip is of a shivering delight to have viktor's teeth sink and rack for an analysis on his preferences.
for the record, he loves it, enough for his spine to bend back and his legs to lock. his hand quickly catches the curve of viktor's head to keep his mouth, at the very least, close to the bump of his pectorals. the encouragement is in the steepled fingers in russet hair, and the shallow gaping in between a tease or his own words. ]
And what are you going to conduct to figure that out?
[ Oh, he's gorgeous, body so responsive to even the lightest of touches to such a sensitive place. Viktor stays close, but he leaves enough space to tilt his head back and look up at Jayce before laving a tongue over one nipple and then biting down around it. The fingers playing through his hair are encouraging and melting at the same time, making Viktor purr softly around his mouthful. He wonders if Jayce is the type to pull on his hair, or if he's too much of a gentleman for that.
It does mean that his hands are no longer on Viktor's groin, however, so the shocking reveal will have to come later. ]
That's for later. [ He smooths both hands up Jayce's sides, starting at his narrow waist and climbing higher up the inverted triangle of his torso. All along the way are lines of muscle to trace with his fingers and planes of warm skin to drag his fingernails across. ] Jayce, I know you see past my disabilities, but I can't do much in this chair.
[ should he really be playing with so much fire at once—? honestly if he were the one sitting, his options would also be limited, but that still doesn't deter jayce right out of a juicy moan and a bit of creativity. he wants his mouth all over him, and tightens the grip of his fingers against viktor's scalp just as the middle of his hips create a tentative, gliding wave that soon adjusts with less test and more purpose, grinding from bottom to top, then top to bottom. clothed cock to cock which, stiffness creating friction, which— fuck, it's good. he has to try it out himself, since he's never actually . . . straddled a man, and it shows in his short bouts of hesitation, trial and practice. this won't blow up in their faces, though. he could experiment freely. and just hope he doesn't look like such a greenhorn. then he'll get embarrassed for getting caught. ]
Before we go to your place, [ because he can't keep his patience behind his anticipation and curiosity for too long, because the little fantasy he's always thought of and wished for and dreamed about alone in bed was within reach. and he's playing it all by ear. viktor's place is the closest to the lab. he's getting a little cocky in his quest to please, smirking as he pulls the rest of viktor's clinging shirt off his shoulders and teases his mouth with his lips, and his front with a dip of his fingers between them, past the pants button, zipper, and to the thinner fabric of his undergarments. ] I could do whatever you want.
[ Even if Jayce is figuring things out as he goes, he's a quick study and is obviously following the thread of pleasure to pull himself in the right direction. The friction between their hips is hot, making Viktor's skin prickle with anticipation and the back of his neck flushing beneath the ends of his hair. Experimentation is one of their shared passions, and it doesn't stop at scientific endeavors.
Letting out a shuddering sigh of breath that spreads hot over Jayce's chest, Viktor drags his fingers back down his sides to hook into the waistband of his trousers. If he's going to be left to be the one to call this off, to be responsible, then there's no hope for them; the fact that Jayce invites himself over to Viktor's apartment solidifies their downfall. ]
I want you, [ And he could stop there, let Jayce choose the course of action, but he feels like his partner is searching for some direction from the more experienced party— ] to take out my cock and rut against me.
jayce's could only wish he were sorry, but not even that would deploy a halt to this. they've been waltzing around each other without even meaning to. for too long, even. the opportunity wouldn't be missed, if he could help it. not now. not again. making the same mistake twice would be idiocy. if he wanted viktor, hell he had to be direct about it, now or never.
that, and viktor's place is closest to the lab. less walking for them, and less time they had to waste.
viktor's direction makes jayce's eyes pop. you could call it startle, perhaps he didn't know what to expect so anything could have garnered the same reaction, but— it's not a debilitating one. viktor flips a switch within jayce that has his chest burning with uncontrollable flutters that dive into his belly, pooling there like molten rock. eagerly, he does as he's told, snapping his fingers to buttons zippers and waistband to fish out the stiff rod beneath exposed undergarments—
when his fingers find curves and he snaps it out, the real startle comes. ]
—All of that?
[ what is the mileage on this thing?? hello????? ]
[ It's strange with Viktor, the concept of patience. Most of the time, he's too focused on his goals to have much time for patience, and that's when he doesn't have to consider if he'll live long enough to have any time to spare at all. But with Jayce, with this thing that has grown in his heart, warm and soft and vulnerable, it seemed like he had limitless patience when, in fact, it was cowardice. To think he might spend the rest of his short time on this planet having lost a partner and friend because he wanted a lover... it had been impossible to consider.
Now all he has to think about is how much time they have alone, how long it will take to get to his apartment, how soon before someone will notice Jayce is gone.
He'll get his hands on more of Jayce soon, but right now, he leans back to give room for the big hands working at the front of his pants. He'd thought that maybe Jayce had felt enough of his cock through the fabric, but the delayed surprise makes it clear that no, he had no idea what he'd asked for earlier about being bent over. ]
Like I said, some things will have to be for later. [ He shivers from the cold air hitting heated skin and from anticipating Jayce taking him to hand. ] No need to be shy, I won't bite. Unless you'd like me to.
[ jayce ends up blinking a few times too many at the teasing, incredulously gaping then clicking his lips together; his brows have pinched in the same way, and his tone could've easily given away the half pout his mouth was forming midway through his objection. ]
I'm not shy—
[ just!! surprised!! his expectations were exceeded!! diktor is real and it can hurt him!! jayce must retaliate from his falter, breathing in sharply and taking the dick in his hand starting from the base of it with firm determination. he needs another hand just to cover the whole thing, his innate measuring tells him... but. no. focus. jayce's hips scoot inward to close any gaps, to wedge viktor's cock between him and unbuttoned slacks. with one hand against his chair's backrest, jayce balances his weight, careful as to not simply throw it all on viktor and to properly distribute. this feels— quite alright. he can feel the stiffness he holds against himself, and it makes his own cock pound. actually, a lot of what viktor just said is the reason why it pounds. ]
[ Gods, but Jayce Talis is cute. Viktor can hear the pout before it forms on his lips, leaning in to kiss them and then the furrowed center of his brow followed by the scar to one side. No, he isn't shy, not with how he wraps both hands around Viktor like he's weighing his cock or estimating its length. There's nothing shy about how he scoots forward, pressing his clothed dick to Viktor's exposed one, and it prompts Viktor to reach down and finally free Jayce from the confines of his briefs. ]
Did you? [ He smiles up at him as he rubs the pad of his thumb across the tip of Jayce's cock and then lifts his hand to taste the bead of precome. ] I'll have to keep it up then.
[ look, after that, and he's still saying please. jayce talis should get a reward. in a way though, it feels like he's already earning one, the jailbreak of his arousal leaking for freedom toyed with, given attention to the point of jayce losing his words. they were right there, so quick and easy— but it's gone as fast as the break in his breathing comes and goes. jayce stiffens the arm propping him, angles his hips, and with a bite of his own lips, he does what he's told: jayce slides his pelvis to a sweet clash of friction between his legs, his cock driving through the ring of viktor's hand and against his own. the stiffled moan that breaks free from jayce's throat is embarrassingly tight after finally remembering the word that was just too airheaded of him to forget in the first place— ]
[ Viktor looks up at him with a smile, biting back a tease at the way Jayce asks so sweetly but forgets to mention what it is, exactly, that he wants. A mind like Viktor's can easily read between the lines, of course, but that doesn't make it any less adorable that his partner is at a loss for words.
A moment longer, and Viktor is right there with him. Compared to his own feeble body, Jayce's is all lean muscle and deft movements. The first thrust of hips makes Viktor shiver and shift his grip from holding Jayce's cock to reaching up and clutch at his waist. He wants to leave plenty of room for the other man to explore, to touch Viktor or hold them together in one hand or whatever else might strike his fancy—he'd been given a prompt, and now it's time to see how he innovates. ]
Jayce... [ He sighs softly, and with Jayce leaning against the back of the chair, it puts him at the perfect angle for Viktor to lean forward and bury his face against his neck. The bite doesn't come yet, that would be too easy, but he does kiss along the column of skin and let his canines drag promisingly. ]
[ jayce is a tick stiff with his next minces, but that's only due to minor adjustments he's making as he goes. it's awful hard to think to clearly with a mouthful of teeth threatening his shaven jugular, the stubble breaking through skin enough to warrent his next shave soon. but what viktor does . . . is cruelty for someone who's begging! jayce's mouth is arching as he says this, sultry like heated coals, but safe like home. it's a jest in turn. ]
You're an awful tease, Vik.
[ he's managed to slot his groin and anchor his heels, in the mean time, testing a good rebound with a bit of a bounce. a single hand comes between them, fingers coiling around the rigid curve of viktor's cock while his thumb hooks his own and bring them together with a squeeze. flesh to flesh, now. for every rock of jayce's hip, his cock drives against viktor's and through the ring of friction his hand provides. once, with a slow, dragging moan. again, and then— slow rhythm. tantalyzing. jayce's other hand takes to viktor's head, wrapping around it from the bicep to the bend of his elbow, perfect to keep his mouth where it is. perfect to encourage with gradual pressure on the pull of his hair, and finally: perfect to be within his ear's moaninh distance. keeping quiet, they're still in the lab.
[ He means to retort, he really does, but then Jayce wraps an arm around him and it presses him so close. The body heat that always seems to roll off of Jayce like he has his own personal forge beneath his skin is wonderfully suffocating, matched by the way Jayce holds their dicks together in the delicious heat of his hand. Viktor moans against his neck, open-mouthed and panting, before biting down as threatened, as promised. He doesn't break the skin, but his sharp wicked teeth certainly come close.
It's a blessing and a curse that he's pinned to the chair, Jayce moving for them both because Viktor doesn't have the strength to match him. His hips still buck now and then instinctively, eagerly searching for more friction or a new angle. What he can do is move his hands around Jayce's hips and grab at his ass, kneading the flesh and urging him closer. ]
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Chuckling softly, always endeared by Jayce's boyish charms and his ability to diffuse the tension of a situation, Viktor hums as if to think. He doesn't get much time with his brainpower, however, because it fizzles out as Jayce stands and once against puts himself out of reach. When he straddles the chair, legs wide on either side of Viktor's thin frame, he's quick to close his legs and make room on either side of the seat for Jayce to kneel. ]
My brace will be uncomfortable for you... [ Not to mention his thin limbs aren't unlikely to snap under the weight of Jayce's muscle. But what a way to go... ]
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I don't feel it. [ probably because he's meaty af and on top of the bend of his own leg where viktor's brace is under him. extra cushioning. ] Is this uncomfortable for you?
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Setting both hands on Jayce's waist, narrow for his build and yet so much bigger than Viktor's own, he flirts his fingers beneath the edge of his waistcoat. Viktor wants to touch him, explore every inch of skin, categorize the lines of muscle and dips of bone. He knows that such things will probably have to wait, if they come at all—he has no assumptions about what their relationship will be like or what Jayce wants from him other than for it to last longer than the night. ]
I'm right where I want to be. [ He smiles and reaches a hand up to grab the front of Jayce's shirt so he can pull him down for a kiss, the angle much improved by proximity and Jayce being able to lean over him as Viktor leans his head back against the chair. ]
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jayce is quite happy he picked this uncanny spot, and pulls their lips scant inches apart to say: ]
You look really good between my legs.
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Leaning forward to chase after the kiss, to follow Jayce even as he tries to pull back and speak, Viktor balks at the compliment not because it's so sexually charged, but because such things are coming out of Jayce's mouth. ]
Is that so? And what are you thinking that brings such an observation to mind? [ Waistcoat fully undone, Viktor smooths his hands up over Jayce's pecs—gives them a firm but fleeting squeeze—and then pushes the garment off his shoulders. ] Have you pictured it before?
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oh, he said that without thinking, didn't he. and now that he's cornered, he has to own up to his now sudden flush, right in viktor's lap. jayce's pecs are out and even puffed out as they're fondled, feeling his back curve— ]
I, uh—
[ then down slips the fabric from his back and to the floor. he tries to ignore the swelter gaining traction between his legs, right now— or else it'd twitch within, a little tighter than it had been moments prior. oh, boy . . .
jayce is a terrible liar. he shouldn't try it, even if it brings up his guilty secrets from behind the scenes. ]
I might've, [ that is . . . such a yes in his eyes. yes yes yes yes i have! jayce's eyes wander, up and down, deciding to busy his curious hands, too. the adjustment his hips give a subtle little back-and-forth, making his breathing go quiet and his hands, right around viktor's waist and dipping under cotton, crawl up the plush of his flesh. ] a few times.
Especially the days— I thought I'd see you look.
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He's not thinking about that now, not letting his mind pull him into that dark place. Tonight is something warm and bright and theirs, and Jayce is blushing hot against Viktor's skin where they bump noses and brush cheeks. ]
Tell me. [ Pulling at the back of Jayce's shirt, he untucks it just enough so that he can rest his fingers against skin where he settles his hands over the waist of Jayce's slacks. ] I would look, and then what did you think about doing?
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Well, [ he's stalling? he can't be embarrassed now, can he? no, it's clear how they feel, now. jayce wants him to know (and know that he wants to take him home, or damn it just end up on the floor or desk or this very chair in the lab. this place has always been their home. ] kissing you was first. Then . . .
Either bending you over our desk, or, [ jayce starts at the top button of viktor's dress shirt, but his eyes keep to his partner's gaze for a reaction. ] bending myself over, h-heh.
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Kissing is a great start. [ Even though he's listening raptly, he's quick to put his hands right where they were sliding up the back of Jayce's shirt, fingers pressing into the warm and firm planes of muscle beneath the cotton.
Gods, Jayce says it so plainly with none of the shyness that Viktor had anticipated, but the most shocking part is that he's imagined being the one to get fucked. The idea isn't new to Viktor, but he'd always felt so guilty fantasizing that someone big and strong like Jayce would submit to him—apparently, it was unnecessary to chastise himself for thinking such things might ever come true. Though he considers himself apart from most of society, and outsider observing more often than participating, it seems that he's still become prey to preconceived notions about what a couple such as themselves would get up to in the bedroom. ]
You brilliant beauty. [ He makes no move to stop Jayce from undoing his shirt, though somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that fooling around in the lab without something softer to lie on will wreck havoc on his body. ] And did I ever bend you over myself?
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his bigger hands start at the bare paleness of viktor's moonkissed skin (ahhh, and chest moles . . . belly moles . . ) from the jut of his collar bone down to the hairs pacing his belly. he could wrap them both around the man's waist and touch his fingers, yet he's insinuating he's bounce on his cock right where he sat. the rim of his pants come next— but jayce stops right at the hem to check on the space taken up under the fabric. how— hard was he? and big?
he's getting restless and needy on viktor's lap. one single rock for adjusting his posture slots their hips together in a way that was devilish. one more move and they'd be grinding. with his hands carefully supporting his weight by the chair's back rest behind viktor, jayce doesn't think of the words spewing between his and viktor's lips until they're already out in the open. ]
Maybe you should.
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In comparison, Viktor isn't much of a sight to behold. Removing his shirt reveals his incredibly thin and incredibly pale torso, splattered with dark freckles like ink blots on an otherwise clean page. He has no defined muscles to boast of, nothing besides his slightly hunched posture. It's so tempting to cross his arms over himself, but... well, he trusts Jayce to see him and want him. He trusts his partner who's always stood by his side, who often marveled at his brilliance, who tempted him into going out for fun rather than working all the time. Now that the door has been opened, letting Viktor see that it's more than friendly affection behind all the gestures, he knows that Jayce won't change his mind after seeing Viktor's body when he already knows it more intimately than anyone thanks to their experiments and proximity.
Hands trailing low snap his focus back to the moment because yes, he's definitely hard, interest piqued long before fingers had come close with a flirting promise of friction. He's also probably bigger than Jayce expects from a man with his build, but that's a matter for later.
Unfortunately, Jayce speaks first and ruins all intentions to put a hold on progressing any further. Swearing under his breath, Viktor looks up at the angel in his lap now tempting him to sin with a not-so-innocent adjustment of his hips. ]
I will. [ He leans up to kiss him, a ghost of lips against lips as he continues to speak. ] But not tonight. Not until I know you can take me.
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he pauses right there at both what he feels and his partner's words, a brow raised and his rone littered with a sip of humor. the smirk gives him away. ]
Should I be disappointed or concerned?
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Shivering at the large hand that presses over his groin, Viktor lets Jayce explore without interruption. His own fingers finish the buttons on Jayce's shirt and pull it open to reveal all of that beautiful brown skin and sculpted muscle. Jayce's pecs are so close that it's impossible to resist the temptation to lean forward and bite the meat of one, just a testing nip until he knows whether or not Jayce likes teeth in his skin. ]
Hm. [ He hums with a matching smirk as he looks up at his partner turned lover. ] Anticipatory.
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for the record, he loves it, enough for his spine to bend back and his legs to lock. his hand quickly catches the curve of viktor's head to keep his mouth, at the very least, close to the bump of his pectorals. the encouragement is in the steepled fingers in russet hair, and the shallow gaping in between a tease or his own words. ]
And what are you going to conduct to figure that out?
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It does mean that his hands are no longer on Viktor's groin, however, so the shocking reveal will have to come later. ]
That's for later. [ He smooths both hands up Jayce's sides, starting at his narrow waist and climbing higher up the inverted triangle of his torso. All along the way are lines of muscle to trace with his fingers and planes of warm skin to drag his fingernails across. ] Jayce, I know you see past my disabilities, but I can't do much in this chair.
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[ should he really be playing with so much fire at once—? honestly if he were the one sitting, his options would also be limited, but that still doesn't deter jayce right out of a juicy moan and a bit of creativity. he wants his mouth all over him, and tightens the grip of his fingers against viktor's scalp just as the middle of his hips create a tentative, gliding wave that soon adjusts with less test and more purpose, grinding from bottom to top, then top to bottom. clothed cock to cock which, stiffness creating friction, which— fuck, it's good. he has to try it out himself, since he's never actually . . . straddled a man, and it shows in his short bouts of hesitation, trial and practice. this won't blow up in their faces, though. he could experiment freely. and just hope he doesn't look like such a greenhorn. then he'll get embarrassed for getting caught. ]
Before we go to your place, [ because he can't keep his patience behind his anticipation and curiosity for too long, because the little fantasy he's always thought of and wished for and dreamed about alone in bed was within reach. and he's playing it all by ear. viktor's place is the closest to the lab. he's getting a little cocky in his quest to please, smirking as he pulls the rest of viktor's clinging shirt off his shoulders and teases his mouth with his lips, and his front with a dip of his fingers between them, past the pants button, zipper, and to the thinner fabric of his undergarments. ] I could do whatever you want.
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Letting out a shuddering sigh of breath that spreads hot over Jayce's chest, Viktor drags his fingers back down his sides to hook into the waistband of his trousers. If he's going to be left to be the one to call this off, to be responsible, then there's no hope for them; the fact that Jayce invites himself over to Viktor's apartment solidifies their downfall. ]
I want you, [ And he could stop there, let Jayce choose the course of action, but he feels like his partner is searching for some direction from the more experienced party— ] to take out my cock and rut against me.
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jayce's could only wish he were sorry, but not even that would deploy a halt to this. they've been waltzing around each other without even meaning to. for too long, even. the opportunity wouldn't be missed, if he could help it. not now. not again. making the same mistake twice would be idiocy. if he wanted viktor, hell he had to be direct about it, now or never.
that, and viktor's place is closest to the lab. less walking for them, and less time they had to waste.
viktor's direction makes jayce's eyes pop. you could call it startle, perhaps he didn't know what to expect so anything could have garnered the same reaction, but— it's not a debilitating one. viktor flips a switch within jayce that has his chest burning with uncontrollable flutters that dive into his belly, pooling there like molten rock. eagerly, he does as he's told, snapping his fingers to buttons zippers and waistband to fish out the stiff rod beneath exposed undergarments—
when his fingers find curves and he snaps it out, the real startle comes. ]
—All of that?
[ what is the mileage on this thing?? hello????? ]
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Now all he has to think about is how much time they have alone, how long it will take to get to his apartment, how soon before someone will notice Jayce is gone.
He'll get his hands on more of Jayce soon, but right now, he leans back to give room for the big hands working at the front of his pants. He'd thought that maybe Jayce had felt enough of his cock through the fabric, but the delayed surprise makes it clear that no, he had no idea what he'd asked for earlier about being bent over. ]
Like I said, some things will have to be for later. [ He shivers from the cold air hitting heated skin and from anticipating Jayce taking him to hand. ] No need to be shy, I won't bite. Unless you'd like me to.
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I'm not shy—
[ just!! surprised!! his expectations were exceeded!! diktor is real and it can hurt him!! jayce must retaliate from his falter, breathing in sharply and taking the dick in his hand starting from the base of it with firm determination. he needs another hand just to cover the whole thing, his innate measuring tells him... but. no. focus. jayce's hips scoot inward to close any gaps, to wedge viktor's cock between him and unbuttoned slacks. with one hand against his chair's backrest, jayce balances his weight, careful as to not simply throw it all on viktor and to properly distribute. this feels— quite alright. he can feel the stiffness he holds against himself, and it makes his own cock pound. actually, a lot of what viktor just said is the reason why it pounds. ]
—I enjoyed it when you did.
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Did you? [ He smiles up at him as he rubs the pad of his thumb across the tip of Jayce's cock and then lifts his hand to taste the bead of precome. ] I'll have to keep it up then.
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[ look, after that, and he's still saying please. jayce talis should get a reward. in a way though, it feels like he's already earning one, the jailbreak of his arousal leaking for freedom toyed with, given attention to the point of jayce losing his words. they were right there, so quick and easy— but it's gone as fast as the break in his breathing comes and goes. jayce stiffens the arm propping him, angles his hips, and with a bite of his own lips, he does what he's told: jayce slides his pelvis to a sweet clash of friction between his legs, his cock driving through the ring of viktor's hand and against his own. the stiffled moan that breaks free from jayce's throat is embarrassingly tight after finally remembering the word that was just too airheaded of him to forget in the first place— ]
Do.
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A moment longer, and Viktor is right there with him. Compared to his own feeble body, Jayce's is all lean muscle and deft movements. The first thrust of hips makes Viktor shiver and shift his grip from holding Jayce's cock to reaching up and clutch at his waist. He wants to leave plenty of room for the other man to explore, to touch Viktor or hold them together in one hand or whatever else might strike his fancy—he'd been given a prompt, and now it's time to see how he innovates. ]
Jayce... [ He sighs softly, and with Jayce leaning against the back of the chair, it puts him at the perfect angle for Viktor to lean forward and bury his face against his neck. The bite doesn't come yet, that would be too easy, but he does kiss along the column of skin and let his canines drag promisingly. ]
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You're an awful tease, Vik.
[ he's managed to slot his groin and anchor his heels, in the mean time, testing a good rebound with a bit of a bounce. a single hand comes between them, fingers coiling around the rigid curve of viktor's cock while his thumb hooks his own and bring them together with a squeeze. flesh to flesh, now. for every rock of jayce's hip, his cock drives against viktor's and through the ring of friction his hand provides. once, with a slow, dragging moan. again, and then— slow rhythm. tantalyzing. jayce's other hand takes to viktor's head, wrapping around it from the bicep to the bend of his elbow, perfect to keep his mouth where it is. perfect to encourage with gradual pressure on the pull of his hair, and finally: perfect to be within his ear's moaninh distance. keeping quiet, they're still in the lab.
but for viktor, he'll hear a symphony. ]
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It's a blessing and a curse that he's pinned to the chair, Jayce moving for them both because Viktor doesn't have the strength to match him. His hips still buck now and then instinctively, eagerly searching for more friction or a new angle. What he can do is move his hands around Jayce's hips and grab at his ass, kneading the flesh and urging him closer. ]
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