[ oh, he's fucking close if he keeps his tempo, the rapturous squeeze of viktor's hand and the sniff wall of his cock making his hips stutter with desperation hanging off the edges of his parted lips. viktor looked irresistible, powerful, in control and in lead— that in itself made the peak of his pleasure race closer, and closer— jayce gasps and curves his back into a wonderful arc, chanting the name of his most wanted delight for so long. viktor, oh, hell, viktor, viktor gods viktor— until a realizing drop of fear scrapes through his bright red, straining features and gasping words: ]
Viktor, w-wait, I'll make a mess on, on, you, I— I'm—
[ he suddenly realized he was so close to coming and it'll be in viktor's hand this way, on his clothes, damn, everywhere—
a cursed moment of clarity like the nearing eye of a storm, right before he's whisked away. ]
[ So long Viktor has wanted this, wanted Jayce, and now that he has both he cannot fathom looking away or stopping. He's wondered what Jayce would be like, if he would be loud and talkative or quiet with more physical reactions. As much as he's fantasized about this in the past, it all pales in comparison to the reality of Jayce Talis, perfect in every way, beautiful and messy and noisy and his. ]
Good. [ He leans in, presses his nose to Jayce's jaw, licks a thick stripe up the middle line of his neck just to taste the salt of his skin. At the same time, he pulls his hand away from Jayce's ass to push up the hem of his shirt until it's high around his chest, baring his thin torso like a target for their release. ] I want it, give it to me.
[ i want it. the pressure is too much to hear that. jayce's huffing is erratic. give it to me— ]
Oh, gods—
[ viktor's waist leads up to a torso so thin that jayce puts his hand around the cage of it, his fingers half around it and bumping across flesh and bone. one more hand goes around the other side, and there— encased in the hold of his larger hands. on top of such a dizzying fantasy made real, this was viktor asking, viktor preparing a space for their relief until the combination of visual and physical bliss is overwhelming. jayce's body racks with stuttering momentum as the praise of his orgasm sings damn loudly, charging high into a crackling whine and descending into a harsh, garbled cry. with angled, convusinh thrusts into viktor's hand, jayce's eye contact falters only there, where his vision rolls back as his load spurts across the pale skin he holds with a grip that would leave bright marks. ]
[ Jayce's hands are so big and strong, yet even as they grip them it's with a gentle kind of reverence that makes Viktor's head spin. He's thought about those hands on him so many times, the way the fingers would feel wrapped around his thin waist, but he hadn't been prepared to be fully encased. Swearing under his breath, his own orgasm building, he looks up just in time to watch Jayce come undone—gorgeous, free, feral. Viktor strokes him through his release and shivers as it coats his stomach, his own cock throbbing from the sticky heat spilling over it. Closing his eyes tight, brow furrowed, he pants for air with a harsh, desperate moan and Jayce's name on the tip of his tongue.
Back bowed over, it snaps taught as he comes with a sharp gasp that fades into a groan. His body goes fuzzy, edges and angles erased like the pleasure could melt away the boundaries between him and Jayce. He keeps panting, drawing in deep breathes, and it's only the taste iron on his lips that makes him realize his nose is bleeding down his face and chin. ] Fuck. [ It's a simple word, drawled out by his accent and punctuated with a soft, horse laugh. ]
[ feeling a wet putter shooting at his face, jayce helps contain the second orgasm between them with a short gasp, a hand on top of the head of viktor's spouting cock and consequently on top of both of them, the muscle in him convulsing with the slack jawed roll of hips, back and shoulder until it's the garbled breathing that steadies him, picks up with him— and immediately stutters at the sight of blood. there's no way he could ride the aftershock with that in sights, and asks, with messy, hovering hands: ]
Viktor? Oh, shit— [ shuffling off viktor's lap and finding balance of his heels, jayce quickly looks around for anything they could use. a table cloth for one of the desks would have to do. ] Here— You okay?
[ says the man of progress with a hand full of dribbling cum and his weeping cock whipped out. ]
[ Coughing, partially because of the way his heart is racing in his chest and how hard he'd been panting for breath, partially because of the blood running from his nose, Viktor groans as Jayce leaves. The warmth fades now that they're not crammed onto the chair together, and Viktor can't help shivering from the contrast of hot blood and seed on his cooling skin. ]
I'm fine. [ He leans back against the chair, head knocking gently against the wood. Taking one look at the offered tablecloth, then the state of his partner standing their soiled and sordid, he laughs again. ] Jayce, it's alright, I promise.
[ Digging into the pocket of his trousers, he draws out a handkerchief and uses it rather than Jayce's offering. A nosebleed isn't unusual for him, but he does understand why it would seem so frightening to Jayce. ] Sorry for killing the moment.
[ well, that's alright. they coukd use this silly cloth for something else— there's no way viktor is going to use the same handkerchief to clean his soiled belly. with a sigh outward and tight lips, jayce's off falls to his side only briefly; he's upon viktor again, spreading his legs to sit on his lap and begin cleaning off the mess he's made. which, was a lot. he's shaking his head as he does so, a curve of his lips reassuring. ]
[ Viktor coughs again as he wipes at his nose and lips, doing his best to sop up the blood but knowing that he'll need to wash his face as well. He's pleased when Jayce returns to him, warm and anchoring while Viktor's head swims a bit from orgasm and blood loss. Looking down to watch as Jayce clean him up, he's quick to run a fingertip through the come before it's all gone and puts the finger in his mouth to taste. It's still between his lips when he looks up at Jayce with a raised eyebrow. ]
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Viktor, w-wait, I'll make a mess on, on, you, I— I'm—
[ he suddenly realized he was so close to coming and it'll be in viktor's hand this way, on his clothes, damn, everywhere—
a cursed moment of clarity like the nearing eye of a storm, right before he's whisked away. ]
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Good. [ He leans in, presses his nose to Jayce's jaw, licks a thick stripe up the middle line of his neck just to taste the salt of his skin. At the same time, he pulls his hand away from Jayce's ass to push up the hem of his shirt until it's high around his chest, baring his thin torso like a target for their release. ] I want it, give it to me.
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Oh, gods—
[ viktor's waist leads up to a torso so thin that jayce puts his hand around the cage of it, his fingers half around it and bumping across flesh and bone. one more hand goes around the other side, and there— encased in the hold of his larger hands. on top of such a dizzying fantasy made real, this was viktor asking, viktor preparing a space for their relief until the combination of visual and physical bliss is overwhelming. jayce's body racks with stuttering momentum as the praise of his orgasm sings damn loudly, charging high into a crackling whine and descending into a harsh, garbled cry. with angled, convusinh thrusts into viktor's hand, jayce's eye contact falters only there, where his vision rolls back as his load spurts across the pale skin he holds with a grip that would leave bright marks. ]
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Back bowed over, it snaps taught as he comes with a sharp gasp that fades into a groan. His body goes fuzzy, edges and angles erased like the pleasure could melt away the boundaries between him and Jayce. He keeps panting, drawing in deep breathes, and it's only the taste iron on his lips that makes him realize his nose is bleeding down his face and chin. ] Fuck. [ It's a simple word, drawled out by his accent and punctuated with a soft, horse laugh. ]
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Viktor? Oh, shit— [ shuffling off viktor's lap and finding balance of his heels, jayce quickly looks around for anything they could use. a table cloth for one of the desks would have to do. ] Here— You okay?
[ says the man of progress with a hand full of dribbling cum and his weeping cock whipped out. ]
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I'm fine. [ He leans back against the chair, head knocking gently against the wood. Taking one look at the offered tablecloth, then the state of his partner standing their soiled and sordid, he laughs again. ] Jayce, it's alright, I promise.
[ Digging into the pocket of his trousers, he draws out a handkerchief and uses it rather than Jayce's offering. A nosebleed isn't unusual for him, but he does understand why it would seem so frightening to Jayce. ] Sorry for killing the moment.
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It's not dead yet.
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