[ well, there goes the shirt. in hindsight, the other changes he'd snagged would likely suffer the same skewering fate. jayce remembers a tailor on the network some days back. it could work. jayce's tongue clicks under muffled laughter. he couldn't really argue when his beard hid away most of the purple stain around his mouth, kissing having spruced the tinted color to his lips and leaving the shade a touch more natural. he is still very sloppy, and absolutely ridiculous to keep going like this at all. viktor was one and the same to even want anything with him this way. he waits just as ridiculously with his arms locked up in twists of fabric until they're cut loose and swiftly give way to his muscle. buttons and zippers for the rest of his unlife, likely. or just no shirts at all. no one would complain.
jayce's messy fingertips shave at the borders of the bandages, but otherwise decides against leaving the ugly laceration bare for such a moment. it can't be comfortable to look at. he knows it's not, for him. the few stitches that arcade had made was supposed to help, but who knew how much it's held up. he'd rather focus, for a moment, on what is teasingly magificent. ]
Like? Well... they give me a terrible urge to chew on you. I'll save that for elsewhere.
[threatening, Viktor, don't just say stuff like that. He's being good, no chewing yet.
His hands fall ever so softly over Jayce's bandaged chest, weary of what was beneath the bandages. Should they really be getting more intimate, knowing the state the man is in? Not all desires are well advised... Viktor will be careful. It feels rather sturdy beneath his palms, thumping with the beat of what was once his own heart. Now Jayce's. The more time goes by, the more suitable that becomes.]
Your heartrate is back up to normal. That's a good sign, I feel. And your skin- it's not so terribly pale. We need to keep you well fed, Jayce. Don't hesitate to ask me. Promise.
[ only because of his ribs does it feel anywhere close to solid. the bandages serve as the skin he needed for now, at least; as long as a terrible amount of pressure isn't applied where the strength of the gauze can run the risk of caving, they . . . should be fine. he can't let it dominate every chance he gets at happiness, so scarce already. jayce wants this proximity, and wants this intimacy. his brows make his eyes sincere in its somber lingering, but—
he is more alive now than he will ever be, going forward. fed. satisfied. powered. full. it was proven, lacking a choice to ignore it, and gods— he didn't even want to. it was too good. too fucking good to say no to, no matter the twinge of disgust still curled into a part of his brain that is dormantly human. he could cry at the thought, during, but he will swallow the bliss with no qualms.
it is not the first time jayce has made a promise either, but he is long done with breaking them. he hasn't broken his last. he will not break this one, closing his eyes and flattening the front of his forehead onto viktor's with his fingers knotting gently into chestnut locks of hair. he wouldn't make it about being filled and healthy. not after what he felt. not after it rivaled the intimate ectacy of sex itself. ]
I swear.
[ and, after a beat— jayce breaks the silence to keep his streak running. he'll be ridiculous, amplify his charm, tip his head sideways just enough to have their lips only ghostly inches away from locking, keeping a featherlight brush as he asks: ]
[Viktor's expression quirks a short smile at Jayce's charm, it really doesn't fail to land. Such a funny man, so adorable. The promise will be held close to his chest, fill the space there where his heart is missing. Not lost. He knows just where it is, where it belongs, with Jayce. Viktor's answer is to leaning in and snap up Jayce's lower lip between his teeth, gnawing there teasingly. His hands drag slowly down the man's front to hook fingers into the hem of his pants, tugging to bring attention there. These would be next off, after all.
He suckles at the man's lip as he pulls away to speak again, tasting the lingering ozone of shimmer clung there,]
Is that what you want, Jayce? For me to explore your body with tongue and teeth?
[ jayce enjoys every damn bit of it. a little curl of his lips to its sides doesn't pull the plush skin from its snare between teeth. if anything, sucking at them brings jayce's top lip into a pursing kiss back. the strong taste was less, by now, replaced with the increasing flavor of . . . his actual mouth, his saliva and pheromone. it's— alluring to him. magnetic to his receptive senses.
he's so . . . glad, to be warm. for both their sakes. digits link against fabric and wedge between the cotton, the flesh of his hips and the body hair that climbs his middle, bringing jayce to prop his palms behind him and allow clear access to buttons and zippers.
that doesn't go without his words to the pointed curve of viktor's jaw, connecting to his ear, ]
Considering what I'll be doing, [ for as long as being undead lasts, but that feels like a bit of a permanent condition, ] It's only fair.
[Jayce is glad to be warm, but Viktor is just glad he looks healthy again. Not so withered away, not reminding Viktor of himself as he deteriorated. He nuzzles his face against Jayce's while he's speaking to him. Joking. It's nice, to be so airy and playful to each other. For things to not feel entirely too dire and serious. Reminds him of good, old times.
The can have some good, present times. Even when things aren't the best, they can take solace and joy in each other.
All those poetics to say that Viktor is taking the other man's pants off, stripping him fully naked. Smirking to do so, even, bemused and eager.]
I want you to enjoy yourself. Fairness isn't so important, so long as that is accomplished.
[Viktor doesn't even know if this strange body of his is capable of arousal in turn, so he's not counting on this being "even" in the traditional sense. He'll take his pleasure in pleasuring Jayce, in bringing him comfort and the bonding, human closeness of sex. The shape that intimacy took didn't matter to Viktor, he just wants to provide and show his love however he can. Too long has that love gone unexpressed.]
[ though the glint in his partner's eyes tells him it's not a point of concern for them. they're long gone from traditional, aren't they . . . and that doesn't seem like an inconvenience to jayce. whatever feels best for the both of them. if it's touching, so be it. if it's more biting, so be that, too. as long as the push and pull was mutual, so long as the pleasure was intermutual, that is all the closeness they need. as long as they merge through the barriers of what is purely physical. that is all that jayce wants as the buckles and straps of his brace come undone by his giddy fingers, and his pants and undergarments slip right off from thigh to knees, scar and ankles. ]
Fairness aside, [ with the use of his hands returned to him, jayce can finally electrify viktor's structure by ghosting the rifts of his chitin and metallic shelling with palms and fingerpads. testing where muscle would be, applying more pressure to the juts of would-be bone and kissing the corners of his mouth feather light, continuous,. ] it's something I want.
[ until he presses harder, with invite, and want. ]
[He speaks soft and low against Jayce's lips in response,]
I want that too- mphh- [his mouth is suddenly pressed against, interrupting the words. Viktor smiles into it after the little flash of surprise. Ah, yes, Jayce is very eager. Adorable, but more than that, it is very bracing to Viktor. Makes him feel secure in this, as certain of their intimacy as he was in their lasting partnership. New ground to tread, very new with their bodies so changed, but better to have this exploration now and together than never.
He kisses Jayce back, open mouthed and greedy. His tongue seeks out Jayce's own, lapping against him with warmth, hoping to taste the man himself and not just the shimmer blood on his breath. Viktor feels along his teeth, along the gap in the center and the sharp pinpoints of Jayce's prominent canines. Amused by himself, Viktor's third arm reaches to back of Jayce's head to hold him there, leaving Viktor's other two hands room to explore the man's body. He can grope along Jayce's shoulders, his absurdly attractive arms. Viktor has crawled himself into the man's lap, one leg between Jayce's, straddling one of his thighs.
Does the kiss even need to break? Neither of them need air, anymore. The limitation no longer exists. They can just indulge and indulge,]
[ the pungency shared in their blood-blended saliva has become a fresh memory, long since swallowed and absorbed. now they may truly taste each other without pause, allowing the tidal flow of each back and forth from their mouths to enhance their probing— and gods is it good, to swallow viktor down and only needing a second of time to do it; the rest can go towards devouring him as his limbs catch tingling fire with every deliberate squeeze that jayce requites. he does have to breathe to make noise, and there is no way he wouldn't react viscerally to viktor's weight between his legs and on him. one gasp shoots in, a grunt blooms out, just as jayce's fingers investigate and hook into the metal handles of what would've been his hip bones. jayce wrenches him forward in a single tugging motion to finish slotting them in like pieces to a mechanism, spreading one thigh to accommodate the snug fit into his groin.
it's keeping up with the kissing, simultaneously, that's beginning to wear for him, containing a deep tremor as he seems to withdraw his lips with squeezing fingers rising up the slope of viktor's torso— it's not because his lips were kiss bruised, god he could care less and keep going. he wants to, but . . .
his brain has rewired. he's getting incredibly aroused, their legs chafe and a needy little rock of his hips forward and back spurs more pleasure, and pleasure spurs more want, and want makes him think to bite to experience that more again, and more on top of the physical satisfaction.
he doesn't need it— that'd be gluttony. but fuck does jayce find himself wanting it like another hit of an incredible drug. the next attempt at kissing him, jayce hovers lip to lip and steers his face sideways, his hands sliding below the small of his back. he doesn't want to give the idea that he wishes to stop when he doesn't, but— he'd feel much better with permission (or lack thereof, to which he'll force himself to listen). ]
[ then jayce makes a face, lips tights and carving a frown, but he really shouldn't be showing signs of complaint when he's the one who ducked his face away first, but then the frustration doubles because he is no longer kissing, when he'd like to have his mouth all over viktor's exoskeleton or arcane-flesh or whatever it was now, half mechanical and half-not, when he'd like to sink his teeth into his lips until they bruised, bite down on the meat of his neck and rut into him like some untamed stallion and let the spurt of blood escalate his pleasure more than touching him would, or maybe have both, at the same time—
greedy. was he always this greedy? jayce has always hit things like nails to a hammerhead when he wanted them. was the spike just a reflection of his fractured, untamed psyche or was there more to his monstrous changes? it takes a grind of his teeth to fall back on what he knows: science. it stays the hand of answering too oddly, where he'd perhaps regret it: ]
I'm not, [ weak. he still sounds miffed. fuck, ] I just— had the urge. Instinctual, [ with the flicking of his wrist, he's trying to figure out how to word it in a way he would overanalyse late. ] the feeling is . . . Similar, when compared to arousal.
[Viktor will call this like it is, Jayce loves this about him, as frustrating as that may also be,]
Your wires have gotten crossed.
[And whose fault is that-?]
I understand. It is... it has become much the same for me. Instinct, arousal, desire, hunger. All feel like the same thing, with far less distinction than before.
[he nudges his forehead to Jayce's, sighing beneath his breath. This is all so much more fraught than Viktor cares for, but then again, he accepts that to be with Jayce. They're both a mess,]
[ it's much easier a task to focus on sharing the mess than actually addressing it. jayce sucks his lower lip inward and heaves his frustration into his dead lungs. he'd hate to make viktor feel like a bag to be bled whenever he pleased. he also disliked the feeling of being denied something and someone he wanted at the same time (but he only does this to hinself!) am i going to need a muzzle? no, no. that doesn't sound quite right. the pressure against his forehead makes that need for proximity so monumental, pushing forward as if to will viktor within him, soul and all. he's sitting there in nothing but briefs with the biggest hard on he's ever had in the damn making. ]
I— want to try navigating. [ it's better than trying to unraveling that package. it's better than ruining the mood and burst the chances of all this pent up energy, years in closet because they simply couldn't permit themselves to do anything beforehand. that's simply another frustrating reminder of the time they lost, spread between jayce's political progress and viktor's goodbye. still left a sour taste to hayce's memory. there is a visceral part of jayce that needs, craves this. craves the proximity and the way this made and would continue to make him feel whole. ] Please.
[nudging his nose to fit besides Jayce's, Viktor keeps their foreheads met. He speaks, quiet and sincere, brushing their lips without fully meeting them,]
I want to give my everything to you, Jayce. [he's already given his heart, his blood, what more could he provide? Viktor will give and give, until all parts of him are mere replicas. It is a terrifying urge, self destructive and self replicating.
His whispered tone turns to something hot blooded,]
Allow me to sate your desires another way. My mouth upon you, this time... softly so.
[ how much more of viktor would have to be destroyed for jayce's wants? it felt like— too much. what if there comes a time where there is nothing left of him? only— scraps? jayce's marginally pink stained lips worry with an upwards crunch of his brows speaking concerned volumes, a space between them exposing the fixed gap of his front teeth as his knuckles slide down the slope of viktor's cheekbone, a thumb to the mole of his lip— and then the gentle plush of the lip itself. please, leave enough of you to stay with me and i'm sorry i can't stop, i want you so much.
his core reacts like colliding atoms, generating a heat that tingles up his throat and flushes his face hot with the blood he's consumed. even to that, he's too weak. he folds— he can't say no. ]
[Viktor reaches for the hand on his face, cupping his fingers overtop of Jayce's knuckles. He kisses Jayce's thumb, then tilts his face to kiss his other fingers, his palm, that rock fused to his wrist... it lights up beneath Viktor's touch.]
Relax, Jayce... I will treat you to some long overdue tenderness.
[He slowly parts from Jayce's hold, but it's only to rearrange so many spindly limbs further down. Viktor kisses Jayce's navel next. A few adoring, peppered kisses, which trail further along, towards his stiff cock. Landing on it, soon enough, because teasing Jayce any more feels cruel and unneeded. No, no, let the man have what is promised to him.
Viktor's plush lips and the hot air filtered through his strange, new body, exhaled upon him only because Viktor willed himself to. His tongue laps out and drags across the head, flashing wide and sunken eyes upward for approval,]
[ oh, the way down is treacherous in the best way possible. jayce watches viktor's descent with an unblinking gaze, his heart sputtering so quickly he feels the need to have his breathing accompany. it felt like he'd build pressure in his already open chest and burst through the ribs if he didn't. propping his weight up with arm straight behind him, jayce's free fingers weave into viktor's mess of free chestnut curls to follow him down. his cock tremors before its kissed and even more when a clever, gentle tongue greets the crown of his arousal. already parted lips hang open and soundlessly as brows come together in a double arch but eyes never stray. it's been— so long since the balm of human touch has found its way to the intimate grooves of muscle he's lost to sickness, to starvation, so very long since he wanted to let anyone in to how much was lost, disfigured and changed. it's been long since that yearning only manifested as febril mirages. solid. real. viktor. ]
Viktor—
[ hushed off scarred lips, fingers pressed gently under his jaws to follow his shifts. desperately, maybe even embarrassingly, his erection weeps jayce's sanction with a single viscous bead. ]
[Lapping up that bead of precum, Viktor swallows it down. That desire to consume lingers between them both, better this way than more bloody methods. He kisses and suckles lightly at the hard length, down to the base. He wraps lips around the smooth roundness of a testicle, nosing at the root of his dick all the while. Viktor's brow remains furrowed as is so usual for him, but Jayce will see the distinct between focus and annoyance. His mind is very much captured by the act, then by Jayce's words.
He hums against Jayce's balls before separating, if not far, muttering a confession and then a challenge,]
As have I... allow me to overshadow my fantasy self.
[He needs to do better than Jayce's imagination does for him. Maybe it's impossible, maybe Jayce thinks too highly of him, but Viktor will give his all. As he always does.
His hands move to each of Jayce's thighs and he ducks himself down beneath each. The third arm on his back reaches for the ankle of Jayce's worse side. Just to support him so he's not feeling any strain. He can relax that leg fully and Viktor has him held comfortably.]
You can clamp your legs around me, Jayce, I'm sturdy enough. [Ah, to have his head squeezes between Jayce's powerful thighs, yeah, as if Viktor hasn't had a fair share of fantasies of this himself. Impossible to not imagine, over their many years working together, of lust and adoration left unspoken.
Once more, he captures Jayce's length between his lips, this time pulling him inside. The tip slips through pursed lips and scarcely grazes teeth before Viktor's tongue caresses and wraps around him, taking him back to fill his mouth,]
[ oh, fuck is murmured one too many times as jayce alternates between tipping his head back and immediately tossing it forward so he wouldn't miss this, not even for the world. jayce ravenously complies to lifting his right enough to sit that heel on viktor's shoulder, his left held steady by the third arm (and wondering what else a third arm could be doing, but perhaps he shouldn't be getting so ahead of himself— enjoy a moment so forthcoming, deserving of all corners of his attention). even his stones are prized in the syrupy enclosure of hot saliva and silky lips, making his sack ride up and contract right below the base of his cock. the shiver, just then, inner thighs a quake over the shells of viktor's ears, and the most savory of sounds— just for him. ]
I'll try not to break you before you break me.
[ they could still play with each other. it made his core crank the simmer to high. his left thigh is significantly atrophied, his right thinner, but that had been little news to viktor now— they'd bathed on day one. to everyone's cheer, there's a substantial amount of meat that cushions around viktor's tapered cheekbones when jayce gives just enough for his partner to work with his mouth as much of a treat, his smirk of dirty elation and disbelief smearing across his face and under his beard. a hand in viktor's hair tangles, draws aid to his movements, his tongue dribbling unwise whines, his hips drive up and back to accompany the heavenly heat of viktor's throat. eager, eager— he's always been so eager and now there's nothing to hold the reigns of his discretion back. ]
You're better than anything I could conjure, ha— a-ahhf—
[ every slide, suction, bob, a scrape against his molars and the inside of his cheek— rewarded with ohs, ahs and, especially, viktor, like sap oozing out of bark; sticky, sweet and rich. ]
No more breaking. I'd rather... make you come undone.
[Spoken as a promise, that distinction. He'd broken Jayce and he'd put him back together again already. This is something else. The pleasure of delicately deconstructing the man until he's just pieces, without ruining any part of him. He can be put back together, then, without worry. Viktor has the mind for that, he's clever in building up things better than than they were before. That will be what he strives for here.
His mouth takes Jayce in and savors the full taste of him. Despite everything, this is still very human and it makes Viktor so glad they're connecting this way. Letting their desires run free, after so much shutting down and pushing away of their affection. Mostly by Viktor, he just... grew so cold, in time. So distant and obsessed with their work and then with saving himself. He didn't want to make Jayce's grief more complicated. Now, it seems, they will never escape their blood deep codependency. And they would never like to.]
Mmmhhnnn- [an eloquent answer with his mouth full. Viktor hums pleasantly as Jayce grips his hair, guides him with ragged motions. The noise is so much deeper than it would be before, rumbling around Jayce's dick like a vibrator. A reminder of just how mechanical he is now, not needing to breath, having not a goddamn tickle of a gag reflex. Viktor does deliberately push Jayce to the soft interior his cheek, letting the man admit the sight of his cheeks hollowing to suck back. Bulging around the place where Jayce's dick was held by tongue and careful teeth.
Golden eyes burn to watch right back, half lidded and curious to all of Jayce's reactions and sounds,]
[ jayce's cries were a symphony and viktor, their conductor. every nurturing glide in whichever direction is a godsend; high pitched and nearly sobbing, jayce babbles his moans like an insistent song of praise. gods, the oscillation encasing the head of his dick. absurd. the depth. he's certain the length of his arousal squeezes against soft walls and the back of viktor's throat, garbling his name and pathetic whimpers he couldn't give another damn about through his huffs of praise and ecstatic hips, tangled fingers. just that you're wonderful, viktor, oh viktor, fuck, shit, oh, my gods, viktor, viktor— ]
Viktor— [ viktor would not feel resistance with this now sudden urgency, this gasping, this encumbrance against viktor's head, the jut of his jaws, ] Viktor, wait— S-stop, I'll—
[ jayce's inner thighs flex tightly into a tremor, an attempt to put a cork on the sensational burst that would be his release, but—
really, if viktor continues for even a moment more, jayce wouldn't be able to stop himself. not after this. not after being hammered with the reality of viktor, beautiful, untamed and unfettered viktor sucking him off, looking marvelous doing so and, hell— he made him crazy, and jayce is finally allowing it all to unfurl in such a way that, well. be damned that he's possibly coming too fast. it's not about the act itself, it's viktor doing it. he's keeping eye contact the entire time.
and he's too weak to stop him, himself. he won't pull at his hair or pry him from his cock, not after that wretched ravine, when this touch and more was what he craved at the darkest, most desperate hours. he'd sobbed pathetically into his own attempts at self comfort and fever dreams. this— this was real. he wanted to hug it close and never let go. he wanted to merge with him, skin to skin, as much as their bodies would allow it. ]
[Viktor didn't realize he could make Jayce sing, learn something new everyday. The neighbors are going to know his name at this volume, aren't they?
He is attuning himself to the noise quickly, savoring each push and pull. Mewl and whimper. If this is the best way to distract Jayce from his pains and terrors, all the better for them both. Viktor is paying... perhaps too close attention to everything Jayce is crying out.
When he hears that stop, he does, but by gripping the base of Jayce's cock to stop him more than himself. With a pop! his mouth separates, having stalled the other man at the top of that peak. So much for long, overdue tenderness, Viktor questioning in husky tones,]
Too soon for you? I can slow down.
[or frustratingly edge him into oblivion like so, that's good too.]
[ sure as hell that at least someone will be a victim to jayce's whining— sucks to have monster hearing! but jayce has too much suppressed yearning to care to keep it bottled anymore, public eye be damned— everything else be damned, really. if viktor isn't complaining about it, it isn't a problem for him. it also does not suck to have a vice grip compact around him enough to lock the rush of blood to his dick, despite having his toes curl right over the crest of release. oh, god he's going to burst. or, was. behind the instinctive rise and fall of his bound chest, jayce huffs out a relieved sort of chuckle— that also manages to sound flustered. ]
It hasn't even been five minutes. [ this is amazing head and he will come undone a little too precociously. it's one thing to jerk off alone, or sex and release for the hell of it, it's another when . . . viktor is the one doing it. that still flashes in his head like bright neon lights. it's viktor. big hands settle to cup underneath viktor's arms, thumbs brushing inorganic grooves. ] I've waited . . . So long for this, Vik. I don't want it to pass just like that.
[ he might get increasingly and frustratingly constrained if viktor keeps the edging continuous— but jayce likes to torture himself, in that regard. ]
[Viktor's vice grip isn't going anywhere, not just yet. At most, he's giving a sort stroke to that tightly held base, not wanting to outright ruin Jayce's orgasm or make him go soft. The languid and performative lick of his tongue broadly along the tip is interrupted by Jayce's words to him. He's still paying attention!
He gives Jayce such eyes, before doing a little shrug, bouncing Jayce's thighs over top his shoulders with the gesture,]
We can always do so again. This won't be the only time...
[big "what are you so worried about?" energy, but instead of sounding naive to the horrors, it portrayed Viktor's usual, understated confidence. Assurance that Jayce has him, now, and that they'll have this opportunity again and again.]
[ the pause jayce gives is only a break for him to huff out an endeared, breathy snort that jounces his shoulders. his cock twitches in viktor's hold, far from going supple. so simple. so . . . much like older times. jayce had always been a little insecure with the dangers of their illegal experiments and viktor would just give him that push. in the now it just felt . . . so soon for something so good to be over. maybe he was too much of a romantic. but it did mean something special to him, enough that making it fleeting felt. jayce cups both sides of viktor's face, having regained some footing and stability, brushing the climb of metal and shimmer under his skin and the cherished moles on either side with thumb and thumb, ]
In every way? [ again and again. insistently. addictively. jayce's gentle hold proposes viktor's continuation— green lights to make him go wild. ] Because I want more of you.
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Date: 2025-03-25 03:12 pm (UTC)jayce's messy fingertips shave at the borders of the bandages, but otherwise decides against leaving the ugly laceration bare for such a moment. it can't be comfortable to look at. he knows it's not, for him. the few stitches that arcade had made was supposed to help, but who knew how much it's held up. he'd rather focus, for a moment, on what is teasingly magificent. ]
I'm starting to think you like them.
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Date: 2025-03-25 03:38 pm (UTC)[threatening, Viktor, don't just say stuff like that. He's being good, no chewing yet.
His hands fall ever so softly over Jayce's bandaged chest, weary of what was beneath the bandages. Should they really be getting more intimate, knowing the state the man is in? Not all desires are well advised... Viktor will be careful. It feels rather sturdy beneath his palms, thumping with the beat of what was once his own heart. Now Jayce's. The more time goes by, the more suitable that becomes.]
Your heartrate is back up to normal. That's a good sign, I feel. And your skin- it's not so terribly pale. We need to keep you well fed, Jayce. Don't hesitate to ask me. Promise.
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Date: 2025-03-25 04:51 pm (UTC)he is more alive now than he will ever be, going forward. fed. satisfied. powered. full. it was proven, lacking a choice to ignore it, and gods— he didn't even want to. it was too good. too fucking good to say no to, no matter the twinge of disgust still curled into a part of his brain that is dormantly human. he could cry at the thought, during, but he will swallow the bliss with no qualms.
it is not the first time jayce has made a promise either, but he is long done with breaking them. he hasn't broken his last. he will not break this one, closing his eyes and flattening the front of his forehead onto viktor's with his fingers knotting gently into chestnut locks of hair. he wouldn't make it about being filled and healthy. not after what he felt. not after it rivaled the intimate ectacy of sex itself. ]
I swear.
[ and, after a beat— jayce breaks the silence to keep his streak running. he'll be ridiculous, amplify his charm, tip his head sideways just enough to have their lips only ghostly inches away from locking, keeping a featherlight brush as he asks: ]
So . . . An erotic chewing, or—?
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Date: 2025-03-25 05:08 pm (UTC)He suckles at the man's lip as he pulls away to speak again, tasting the lingering ozone of shimmer clung there,]
Is that what you want, Jayce? For me to explore your body with tongue and teeth?
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Date: 2025-03-26 12:52 pm (UTC)he's so . . . glad, to be warm. for both their sakes. digits link against fabric and wedge between the cotton, the flesh of his hips and the body hair that climbs his middle, bringing jayce to prop his palms behind him and allow clear access to buttons and zippers.
that doesn't go without his words to the pointed curve of viktor's jaw, connecting to his ear, ]
Considering what I'll be doing, [ for as long as being undead lasts, but that feels like a bit of a permanent condition, ] It's only fair.
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Date: 2025-03-26 03:33 pm (UTC)The can have some good, present times. Even when things aren't the best, they can take solace and joy in each other.
All those poetics to say that Viktor is taking the other man's pants off, stripping him fully naked. Smirking to do so, even, bemused and eager.]
I want you to enjoy yourself. Fairness isn't so important, so long as that is accomplished.
[Viktor doesn't even know if this strange body of his is capable of arousal in turn, so he's not counting on this being "even" in the traditional sense. He'll take his pleasure in pleasuring Jayce, in bringing him comfort and the bonding, human closeness of sex. The shape that intimacy took didn't matter to Viktor, he just wants to provide and show his love however he can. Too long has that love gone unexpressed.]
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Date: 2025-03-26 04:34 pm (UTC)[ though the glint in his partner's eyes tells him it's not a point of concern for them. they're long gone from traditional, aren't they . . . and that doesn't seem like an inconvenience to jayce. whatever feels best for the both of them. if it's touching, so be it. if it's more biting, so be that, too. as long as the push and pull was mutual, so long as the pleasure was intermutual, that is all the closeness they need. as long as they merge through the barriers of what is purely physical. that is all that jayce wants as the buckles and straps of his brace come undone by his giddy fingers, and his pants and undergarments slip right off from thigh to knees, scar and ankles. ]
Fairness aside, [ with the use of his hands returned to him, jayce can finally electrify viktor's structure by ghosting the rifts of his chitin and metallic shelling with palms and fingerpads. testing where muscle would be, applying more pressure to the juts of would-be bone and kissing the corners of his mouth feather light, continuous,. ] it's something I want.
[ until he presses harder, with invite, and want. ]
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Date: 2025-03-29 11:54 pm (UTC)I want that too- mphh- [his mouth is suddenly pressed against, interrupting the words. Viktor smiles into it after the little flash of surprise. Ah, yes, Jayce is very eager. Adorable, but more than that, it is very bracing to Viktor. Makes him feel secure in this, as certain of their intimacy as he was in their lasting partnership. New ground to tread, very new with their bodies so changed, but better to have this exploration now and together than never.
He kisses Jayce back, open mouthed and greedy. His tongue seeks out Jayce's own, lapping against him with warmth, hoping to taste the man himself and not just the shimmer blood on his breath. Viktor feels along his teeth, along the gap in the center and the sharp pinpoints of Jayce's prominent canines. Amused by himself, Viktor's third arm reaches to back of Jayce's head to hold him there, leaving Viktor's other two hands room to explore the man's body. He can grope along Jayce's shoulders, his absurdly attractive arms. Viktor has crawled himself into the man's lap, one leg between Jayce's, straddling one of his thighs.
Does the kiss even need to break? Neither of them need air, anymore. The limitation no longer exists. They can just indulge and indulge,]
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Date: 2025-03-31 03:35 pm (UTC)it's keeping up with the kissing, simultaneously, that's beginning to wear for him, containing a deep tremor as he seems to withdraw his lips with squeezing fingers rising up the slope of viktor's torso— it's not because his lips were kiss bruised, god he could care less and keep going. he wants to, but . . .
his brain has rewired. he's getting incredibly aroused, their legs chafe and a needy little rock of his hips forward and back spurs more pleasure, and pleasure spurs more want, and want makes him think to bite to experience that more again, and more on top of the physical satisfaction.
he doesn't need it— that'd be gluttony. but fuck does jayce find himself wanting it like another hit of an incredible drug. the next attempt at kissing him, jayce hovers lip to lip and steers his face sideways, his hands sliding below the small of his back. he doesn't want to give the idea that he wishes to stop when he doesn't, but— he'd feel much better with permission (or lack thereof, to which he'll force himself to listen). ]
I'll bite you again like that, Vik.
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Date: 2025-04-02 03:29 pm (UTC)If we move to the bath, perhaps. Are you already feeling weak? [... no, he's getting overly concerned, instead fussing!]
Ground rule, moving forward. No spilling of blood in our bed. We'll never manage to clean it out...
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Date: 2025-04-02 03:59 pm (UTC)greedy. was he always this greedy? jayce has always hit things like nails to a hammerhead when he wanted them. was the spike just a reflection of his fractured, untamed psyche or was there more to his monstrous changes? it takes a grind of his teeth to fall back on what he knows: science. it stays the hand of answering too oddly, where he'd perhaps regret it: ]
I'm not, [ weak. he still sounds miffed. fuck, ] I just— had the urge. Instinctual, [ with the flicking of his wrist, he's trying to figure out how to word it in a way he would overanalyse late. ] the feeling is . . . Similar, when compared to arousal.
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Date: 2025-04-02 10:19 pm (UTC)Your wires have gotten crossed.
[And whose fault is that-?]
I understand. It is... it has become much the same for me. Instinct, arousal, desire, hunger. All feel like the same thing, with far less distinction than before.
[he nudges his forehead to Jayce's, sighing beneath his breath. This is all so much more fraught than Viktor cares for, but then again, he accepts that to be with Jayce. They're both a mess,]
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Date: 2025-04-03 04:38 am (UTC)I— want to try navigating. [ it's better than trying to unraveling that package. it's better than ruining the mood and burst the chances of all this pent up energy, years in closet because they simply couldn't permit themselves to do anything beforehand. that's simply another frustrating reminder of the time they lost, spread between jayce's political progress and viktor's goodbye. still left a sour taste to hayce's memory. there is a visceral part of jayce that needs, craves this. craves the proximity and the way this made and would continue to make him feel whole. ] Please.
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Date: 2025-04-06 01:09 am (UTC)I want to give my everything to you, Jayce. [he's already given his heart, his blood, what more could he provide? Viktor will give and give, until all parts of him are mere replicas. It is a terrifying urge, self destructive and self replicating.
His whispered tone turns to something hot blooded,]
Allow me to sate your desires another way. My mouth upon you, this time... softly so.
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Date: 2025-04-06 01:28 am (UTC)his core reacts like colliding atoms, generating a heat that tingles up his throat and flushes his face hot with the blood he's consumed. even to that, he's too weak. he folds— he can't say no. ]
Please.
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Date: 2025-04-06 04:26 am (UTC)Relax, Jayce... I will treat you to some long overdue tenderness.
[He slowly parts from Jayce's hold, but it's only to rearrange so many spindly limbs further down. Viktor kisses Jayce's navel next. A few adoring, peppered kisses, which trail further along, towards his stiff cock. Landing on it, soon enough, because teasing Jayce any more feels cruel and unneeded. No, no, let the man have what is promised to him.
Viktor's plush lips and the hot air filtered through his strange, new body, exhaled upon him only because Viktor willed himself to. His tongue laps out and drags across the head, flashing wide and sunken eyes upward for approval,]
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Date: 2025-04-06 02:55 pm (UTC)Viktor—
[ hushed off scarred lips, fingers pressed gently under his jaws to follow his shifts. desperately, maybe even embarrassingly, his erection weeps jayce's sanction with a single viscous bead. ]
I've— I've only imagined this . . .
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Date: 2025-04-06 05:26 pm (UTC)He hums against Jayce's balls before separating, if not far, muttering a confession and then a challenge,]
As have I... allow me to overshadow my fantasy self.
[He needs to do better than Jayce's imagination does for him. Maybe it's impossible, maybe Jayce thinks too highly of him, but Viktor will give his all. As he always does.
His hands move to each of Jayce's thighs and he ducks himself down beneath each. The third arm on his back reaches for the ankle of Jayce's worse side. Just to support him so he's not feeling any strain. He can relax that leg fully and Viktor has him held comfortably.]
You can clamp your legs around me, Jayce, I'm sturdy enough. [Ah, to have his head squeezes between Jayce's powerful thighs, yeah, as if Viktor hasn't had a fair share of fantasies of this himself. Impossible to not imagine, over their many years working together, of lust and adoration left unspoken.
Once more, he captures Jayce's length between his lips, this time pulling him inside. The tip slips through pursed lips and scarcely grazes teeth before Viktor's tongue caresses and wraps around him, taking him back to fill his mouth,]
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Date: 2025-04-07 11:03 pm (UTC)I'll try not to break you before you break me.
[ they could still play with each other. it made his core crank the simmer to high. his left thigh is significantly atrophied, his right thinner, but that had been little news to viktor now— they'd bathed on day one. to everyone's cheer, there's a substantial amount of meat that cushions around viktor's tapered cheekbones when jayce gives just enough for his partner to work with his mouth as much of a treat, his smirk of dirty elation and disbelief smearing across his face and under his beard. a hand in viktor's hair tangles, draws aid to his movements, his tongue dribbling unwise whines, his hips drive up and back to accompany the heavenly heat of viktor's throat. eager, eager— he's always been so eager and now there's nothing to hold the reigns of his discretion back. ]
You're better than anything I could conjure, ha— a-ahhf—
[ every slide, suction, bob, a scrape against his molars and the inside of his cheek— rewarded with ohs, ahs and, especially, viktor, like sap oozing out of bark; sticky, sweet and rich. ]
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Date: 2025-04-08 03:15 am (UTC)[Spoken as a promise, that distinction. He'd broken Jayce and he'd put him back together again already. This is something else. The pleasure of delicately deconstructing the man until he's just pieces, without ruining any part of him. He can be put back together, then, without worry. Viktor has the mind for that, he's clever in building up things better than than they were before. That will be what he strives for here.
His mouth takes Jayce in and savors the full taste of him. Despite everything, this is still very human and it makes Viktor so glad they're connecting this way. Letting their desires run free, after so much shutting down and pushing away of their affection. Mostly by Viktor, he just... grew so cold, in time. So distant and obsessed with their work and then with saving himself. He didn't want to make Jayce's grief more complicated. Now, it seems, they will never escape their blood deep codependency. And they would never like to.]
Mmmhhnnn- [an eloquent answer with his mouth full. Viktor hums pleasantly as Jayce grips his hair, guides him with ragged motions. The noise is so much deeper than it would be before, rumbling around Jayce's dick like a vibrator. A reminder of just how mechanical he is now, not needing to breath, having not a goddamn tickle of a gag reflex. Viktor does deliberately push Jayce to the soft interior his cheek, letting the man admit the sight of his cheeks hollowing to suck back. Bulging around the place where Jayce's dick was held by tongue and careful teeth.
Golden eyes burn to watch right back, half lidded and curious to all of Jayce's reactions and sounds,]
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Date: 2025-04-10 12:46 am (UTC)Viktor— [ viktor would not feel resistance with this now sudden urgency, this gasping, this encumbrance against viktor's head, the jut of his jaws, ] Viktor, wait— S-stop, I'll—
[ jayce's inner thighs flex tightly into a tremor, an attempt to put a cork on the sensational burst that would be his release, but—
really, if viktor continues for even a moment more, jayce wouldn't be able to stop himself. not after this. not after being hammered with the reality of viktor, beautiful, untamed and unfettered viktor sucking him off, looking marvelous doing so and, hell— he made him crazy, and jayce is finally allowing it all to unfurl in such a way that, well. be damned that he's possibly coming too fast. it's not about the act itself, it's viktor doing it. he's keeping eye contact the entire time.
and he's too weak to stop him, himself. he won't pull at his hair or pry him from his cock, not after that wretched ravine, when this touch and more was what he craved at the darkest, most desperate hours. he'd sobbed pathetically into his own attempts at self comfort and fever dreams. this— this was real. he wanted to hug it close and never let go. he wanted to merge with him, skin to skin, as much as their bodies would allow it. ]
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Date: 2025-04-10 03:41 pm (UTC)He is attuning himself to the noise quickly, savoring each push and pull. Mewl and whimper. If this is the best way to distract Jayce from his pains and terrors, all the better for them both. Viktor is paying... perhaps too close attention to everything Jayce is crying out.
When he hears that stop, he does, but by gripping the base of Jayce's cock to stop him more than himself. With a pop! his mouth separates, having stalled the other man at the top of that peak. So much for long, overdue tenderness, Viktor questioning in husky tones,]
Too soon for you? I can slow down.
[or frustratingly edge him into oblivion like so, that's good too.]
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Date: 2025-04-11 02:40 pm (UTC)It hasn't even been five minutes. [ this is amazing head and he will come undone a little too precociously. it's one thing to jerk off alone, or sex and release for the hell of it, it's another when . . . viktor is the one doing it. that still flashes in his head like bright neon lights. it's viktor. big hands settle to cup underneath viktor's arms, thumbs brushing inorganic grooves. ] I've waited . . . So long for this, Vik. I don't want it to pass just like that.
[ he might get increasingly and frustratingly constrained if viktor keeps the edging continuous— but jayce likes to torture himself, in that regard. ]
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Date: 2025-04-11 03:19 pm (UTC)He gives Jayce such eyes, before doing a little shrug, bouncing Jayce's thighs over top his shoulders with the gesture,]
We can always do so again. This won't be the only time...
[big "what are you so worried about?" energy, but instead of sounding naive to the horrors, it portrayed Viktor's usual, understated confidence. Assurance that Jayce has him, now, and that they'll have this opportunity again and again.]
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Date: 2025-04-12 12:19 pm (UTC)In every way? [ again and again. insistently. addictively. jayce's gentle hold proposes viktor's continuation— green lights to make him go wild. ] Because I want more of you.
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