[ another spark goes flying off hinges when jayce's chest is used as support— it was already puffed out to, oh, he didn't know— look good?? and now he just. juts it out a little extra, flexing underneath a flustered hand. it feels beyond wonderful that viktor kisses him back, he was so, so, so, so, stupid, for holding out for so long.
when viktor divides, jayce connects, pressing just a touch more as they go through the little adjustment pains of scraping and bumping teeth before hitting good rhythym. maybe he should hold him— which comes rather quick when viktor tries to adjust his standing; a steadying second hand is placed right on top of viktor's ribs on one side of him, making sure to ease the weight off his disabled leg, or, give him the liberty to sit. jayce is going to just go right after him anyway.
his fingertips are his hair, curly little flips of locks that are as soft as he thought they were. as jayce continues their kiss, a finger spins around one of the locks in a slow, swirling motion. he'd alwats loved it when viktor was in deep thought and played with his hair. now he can finally test it out for himself. ]
[ Despite the conversation leading up to this, it all feels so sudden and overwhelming. Jayce's hands cover so much of him where they come to rest, dwarfing Viktor's waist and neck just by proximity. The fingers in his hair are his favorite part, sweet and innocent in the way they play through the strands and tug gently at Viktor's scalp.
Shivering, feeling his lungs fight for air, he tries to break free of the kiss to pant for breath. It makes him shake for other reason, cursing his weak body that can't even keep up with something as simple as kissing, kissing Jayce after pining for him and for his sweet lips. ]
[ they part and jayce isn't completely breathless— he's allowed the hands in viktor's hair to fall to his shoulder, his features etched with mild concern for his partner. he's searching everywhere on his face for a sign, and ends up babbling with sheer, revved fluster: ]
[ Too much? It doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of Viktor's desires, deep and dark and only just now sweetened by the possibility that they may become reality. He reaches for Jayce and digs his fingers into the front of his shirt, both for stability and for security—he doesn't want Jayce to try and leave now. ]
You were perfect. [ It's just his own traitorous body that's to blame. ] Can we sit?
[ of course. steady with his guidance but careful not to dote too much (he knows viktor hates that), jayce sees to it that viktor is sat in his seat. but where will jayce go?
he'll kneel. it's no problem. what is the problem, perhaps, is jayce coming face to face with viktor's worsening condition, and . . . everything else that came with that. it was easier to distract himself than to notice for too long— they had to do something. ]
[ As always, Viktor appreciates the way that Jayce is able to balance showing care without making it feel like he's infantilizing Viktor due to his disability. A big hand on his back to steady him after standing a long time, holding the door for Viktor the same as he would anyone else—Jayce Talis is simply a kind man, and he shows it in each and every action.
Viktor's also grateful that he doesn't apologize or make a big deal of the issue. It was problem and solution, logical and efficient. Being two scientists made things like that much simpler, too.
Having originally intended for them both to sit, his eyes go wide when Jayce kneels in front of him. It's a sight he's only thought about on the darkest nights, alone in his room on those rare occasions he would return to it. If he was somewhere Jayce couldn't possibly see him, even by accident, the guilt from fantasizing about his best friend felt lighter.
All those times, he had clever things to say, but now that he's faced with reality, Viktor finds himself speechless. His mouth opens and closes a few times, and he swallows thickly as he tries to find the words. ]
You... look perfect. [ He reaches to cup Jayce's face in a hand, the other leaning his cane against the nearby desk so his fingers are free to comb back through his hair and scrape nails down the short strands in the back. ] Are you going to be comfortable?
[ perfect? oh, gods. jayce blinks in rapid surprise, the flush rising to his bronze cheeks as the scraping against his scalp makes the skin at the back of his neck prickles with unexpected bliss. that . . . felt good. really, really good. jayce hadn't thought about it, it just felt . . . well, he didn't know, it just felt right at the moment. he wanted to do so, so he doesn't think twice when he shakes his head. ]
Y— Yes, it's, [ he notices,,, actually— the view from down here and ends up sinking on both of his knees, and resting on his heels. ] great, down here.
[ jayce's lips press firmly together, a little puff to his cheeks— and lets the fluster rush apparent. ]
[ The blush spreads across Jayce's cheeks, darkening and warming the already beautiful color. Viktor can feel the heat beneath his hand, rubbing a thoughtful thumb over Jayce's cheek. Perfect doesn't even cover it, the healthy glow of his skin and the way he fills his clothes with satisfying curves of muscle. In another life, Viktor would have been jealous of Jayce's good looks and perfect health—here and now, he's just grateful that someone so precious didn't have to suffer the same fate as himself.
The blinking, a slight shiver, and the way he both shakes his head and contradicts it with a yes? He's flustered, charmingly so, and it's because of Viktor. The way he sinks down farther, a message to just how determined he is to stay in place, sends another thrill up Viktor's back. ]
It's unusual to look at you from this angle. [ Leaning down, he presses a light kiss to Jayce's lips. ] I think I like it.
[ jayce goes after the kiss like a lifeline, rising from his ass to better adjust the lean for both of them, and yet, it feels like it isn't enough when it comes to a shortened stop for viktor to speak. viktor looks . . . in control from here, actually, and jayce finds the synamic to be perfect for him. with his hands on the man's thighs, he rubs at them, up and down. ]
Could we do that again?
[ longer, now. just a little bit. he was burning up to finally have what he was just yearning for. ]
[ Viktor shivers unexpectedly from the hands on his thighs, another point of contact that he's eager to soak up. His hand on Jayce's jaw travels lower, reaching his chin where he hooks his fingers beneath it to tilt Jayce's face up towards him. ]
You don't have to ask, Jayce. You can take what you want.
[ Smiling as he leans in again, he bumps their noses together but doesn't initiate the kiss. He wants to let Jayce do it, let him seek out the intimacy he craves. On a selfish end, too, he wants to know that it's mutual and that he's desired as much as he desires Jayce. This is new, fresh and volatile, and he needs to do some stress tests to know where they stand. ]
[ jayce's breathing catches, stops when their noses touch and end at that— briefly. jayce considers that for only a second, before his escalated but quiet breathing, seen from the movement of his broad shoulders, starts his words and spurs his hands into a slow slide inward. ]
I don't want to just take—
[ that would not only be greedy, but it felt like— viktor was a piece to be used, an object of his desire, but . . . he was a catalyst for jayce's jealousy. he was a want just as much of a need.
jayce meets viktor's lips the rest of the way with a remaining rise of his already angled chin, and it felt like sparklers on progress day all over again. the taste of his mouth the wetness of his gums when he presses further, pets at the legs his wedged between from the inside and working his way closer to the middle. ]
[ The contradiction in Jayce's words and actions isn't lost on Viktor, not when he's already touching him so intimately. His large hands dwarf Viktor's body, especially his thin limbs, thighs so easily traversed by wide palms and thick fingers. Viktor moans softly into the kiss when it comes, leaning over as much as he can to keep the connection and be able to press a curious tongue to the seam of Jayce's lips. ]
Why not? [ He's a scientist, sue him for the curiosity. If he's already Jayce's for the taking, if the outcome is pleasure for them both, he doesn't see the problem in being an object of desire. It's a new status for him, having never really been sought after like this, especially not from everyone's golden boy who could have his pick of romantic partner for all of Piltover.
He peppers in the questions between kisses, pausing for air so that he doesn't overtax his traitorous lungs. ] I'm yours to take. And you'd be giving back just as much. What are you afraid of?
[ the kisses are divine and jayce is getting distracted, gradually wishing to swallow more. the intensity amps, his thumbs knead further into the territory of viktor's groin in one hand and his hip in the other, the bone and dip of skin just underneath the fall of his vest—
jayce pauses to ask something serious, panting through his words, but not at all rushing through them. they need to be heard. ]
This . . . Us, won't be just a casual thing— Will it?
[ you may call it a certain "fear", actually. he didn't just want viktor.
[ Viktor shivers as Jayce's hands continue to climb, so close to skin that feels frigid compared to the heat of his partner's palms. He runs cold generally, but he would have thought that all of the blushing and rushing of emotions would have warmed him up—apparently still not to the level of Jayce's eternal body heat.
The question feels like it comes from nowhere, but as Viktor blinks down at Jayce in disbelief, he backtracks their conversation. They'd communicated poorly from the start, and even when it came to confessing their desires, there was some detail left to the imagination. He doesn't blame Jayce for wanting clarity, kissing his forehead because he's brilliant and, as always, better at navigating interpersonal connections than Viktor. ]
Not for me. [ Smiling at the bit of hair that always seems to free itself from Jayce's careful coif, he brushes it back into place with reverent fingers. ] It never could be for me, not with you.
[ maybe it was their fault for assuming too much of each other. jayce might have gasped, exhaled with relief that ends in the curve of plump lips laughing into a huff. ]
Right— right, I . . . Sorry, I just— I needed, to make sure.
[ now his big, broad shoulders could relax with a little slump, feeling almost goofy, now— augh, and his hair. out of place again? more brushing in order . . . when it's not in danger of being a mess in a very close future. ]
So . . . Where were we?
[ would it be too much for jayce to sit in his lap? he wants to feel the heat, spread it, too. he starts rising to his feet, a smile clad on his face that teases the answer to his own question. he doesn't want viktor to move, so any attempt to shift up will be gently pressed down. ]
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. ]
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when viktor divides, jayce connects, pressing just a touch more as they go through the little adjustment pains of scraping and bumping teeth before hitting good rhythym. maybe he should hold him— which comes rather quick when viktor tries to adjust his standing; a steadying second hand is placed right on top of viktor's ribs on one side of him, making sure to ease the weight off his disabled leg, or, give him the liberty to sit. jayce is going to just go right after him anyway.
his fingertips are his hair, curly little flips of locks that are as soft as he thought they were. as jayce continues their kiss, a finger spins around one of the locks in a slow, swirling motion. he'd alwats loved it when viktor was in deep thought and played with his hair. now he can finally test it out for himself. ]
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Shivering, feeling his lungs fight for air, he tries to break free of the kiss to pant for breath. It makes him shake for other reason, cursing his weak body that can't even keep up with something as simple as kissing, kissing Jayce after pining for him and for his sweet lips. ]
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W— Was that too much?
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You were perfect. [ It's just his own traitorous body that's to blame. ] Can we sit?
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[ of course. steady with his guidance but careful not to dote too much (he knows viktor hates that), jayce sees to it that viktor is sat in his seat. but where will jayce go?
he'll kneel. it's no problem. what is the problem, perhaps, is jayce coming face to face with viktor's worsening condition, and . . . everything else that came with that. it was easier to distract himself than to notice for too long— they had to do something. ]
Better?
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Viktor's also grateful that he doesn't apologize or make a big deal of the issue. It was problem and solution, logical and efficient. Being two scientists made things like that much simpler, too.
Having originally intended for them both to sit, his eyes go wide when Jayce kneels in front of him. It's a sight he's only thought about on the darkest nights, alone in his room on those rare occasions he would return to it. If he was somewhere Jayce couldn't possibly see him, even by accident, the guilt from fantasizing about his best friend felt lighter.
All those times, he had clever things to say, but now that he's faced with reality, Viktor finds himself speechless. His mouth opens and closes a few times, and he swallows thickly as he tries to find the words. ]
You... look perfect. [ He reaches to cup Jayce's face in a hand, the other leaning his cane against the nearby desk so his fingers are free to comb back through his hair and scrape nails down the short strands in the back. ] Are you going to be comfortable?
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Y— Yes, it's, [ he notices,,, actually— the view from down here and ends up sinking on both of his knees, and resting on his heels. ] great, down here.
[ jayce's lips press firmly together, a little puff to his cheeks— and lets the fluster rush apparent. ]
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The blinking, a slight shiver, and the way he both shakes his head and contradicts it with a yes? He's flustered, charmingly so, and it's because of Viktor. The way he sinks down farther, a message to just how determined he is to stay in place, sends another thrill up Viktor's back. ]
It's unusual to look at you from this angle. [ Leaning down, he presses a light kiss to Jayce's lips. ] I think I like it.
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Could we do that again?
[ longer, now. just a little bit. he was burning up to finally have what he was just yearning for. ]
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You don't have to ask, Jayce. You can take what you want.
[ Smiling as he leans in again, he bumps their noses together but doesn't initiate the kiss. He wants to let Jayce do it, let him seek out the intimacy he craves. On a selfish end, too, he wants to know that it's mutual and that he's desired as much as he desires Jayce. This is new, fresh and volatile, and he needs to do some stress tests to know where they stand. ]
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I don't want to just take—
[ that would not only be greedy, but it felt like— viktor was a piece to be used, an object of his desire, but . . . he was a catalyst for jayce's jealousy. he was a want just as much of a need.
jayce meets viktor's lips the rest of the way with a remaining rise of his already angled chin, and it felt like sparklers on progress day all over again. the taste of his mouth the wetness of his gums when he presses further, pets at the legs his wedged between from the inside and working his way closer to the middle. ]
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Why not? [ He's a scientist, sue him for the curiosity. If he's already Jayce's for the taking, if the outcome is pleasure for them both, he doesn't see the problem in being an object of desire. It's a new status for him, having never really been sought after like this, especially not from everyone's golden boy who could have his pick of romantic partner for all of Piltover.
He peppers in the questions between kisses, pausing for air so that he doesn't overtax his traitorous lungs. ] I'm yours to take. And you'd be giving back just as much. What are you afraid of?
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[ the kisses are divine and jayce is getting distracted, gradually wishing to swallow more. the intensity amps, his thumbs knead further into the territory of viktor's groin in one hand and his hip in the other, the bone and dip of skin just underneath the fall of his vest—
jayce pauses to ask something serious, panting through his words, but not at all rushing through them. they need to be heard. ]
This . . . Us, won't be just a casual thing— Will it?
[ you may call it a certain "fear", actually. he didn't just want viktor.
he wanted viktor. ]
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The question feels like it comes from nowhere, but as Viktor blinks down at Jayce in disbelief, he backtracks their conversation. They'd communicated poorly from the start, and even when it came to confessing their desires, there was some detail left to the imagination. He doesn't blame Jayce for wanting clarity, kissing his forehead because he's brilliant and, as always, better at navigating interpersonal connections than Viktor. ]
Not for me. [ Smiling at the bit of hair that always seems to free itself from Jayce's careful coif, he brushes it back into place with reverent fingers. ] It never could be for me, not with you.
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Right— right, I . . . Sorry, I just— I needed, to make sure.
[ now his big, broad shoulders could relax with a little slump, feeling almost goofy, now— augh, and his hair. out of place again? more brushing in order . . . when it's not in danger of being a mess in a very close future. ]
So . . . Where were we?
[ would it be too much for jayce to sit in his lap? he wants to feel the heat, spread it, too. he starts rising to his feet, a smile clad on his face that teases the answer to his own question. he doesn't want viktor to move, so any attempt to shift up will be gently pressed down. ]
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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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