[ 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.
[Viktor isn't sure there are that many ways, given his own current state of transformation, but they can get creative. Anything to feel close to Jayce, to cleanse his pains with pleasure. The man is looking at him with so much yearning, it makes him twist up inside, like a phantom sensation of his heart racing. He feels an immense pressure built up in his chest, belly, and groin. This body is certainly capable of understanding excitement. He just doesn't know yet if there is any outlet for that.]
... you should cum in my mouth. [What a romantic Viktor is, in turn. Overly direct to the point of crassness, but his voice is so soft to say such a thing.
He laves his tongue back around Jayce's tip, before returning the full of his mouth there. Slower this time, he bobs his head. Taking his time, still holding Jayce firmly at the base, loosening his hold until the man seems to be too close, then squeezing again. Edging him with careful deliberate motions, his other hand roll swollen balls beneath Viktor's piano key like fingers. Golden eyes watch for reactions, waiting for... something. He's not sure what. The man to start begging, to tell him enough is enough-? Something.
[ ingenuity is one thing the pair would never find themselves lacking in. topping it off with being absolute freaks at this point, it would be ridiculous to say they wouldn't figure themselves out. discovery was their realm. if build up is imminent, all pressure needs to have an escape channel.
viktor's way with words makes the most blunt crudity sound like tender kindness, at times. jayce laughs at the way it sounds, but he's nodding through it, an eager flash of his teeth and his sweet gap pining for viktor's continuity like two oversexed teens in a shrowded backseat. the first rises of build up only to delay his burst had been accepted with little objection, squeezing and releasing his thighs against the sides of viktor's metalic cheekbones and allowing tension to relax just a little— but not completely, not when jayce was being wound tight like a spring. the cacophony of his pleasure still sounds in viktor's name and short, blissfully sweet shrills, keeping his hips steadfast and allowing viktor most, if not all the movement control until the quivers from bone to muscle grow impatient. desperate. eventually, jayce is irratic in dissonance, learned breathing and twitching; precum dribbles freely with the occasional pump, the swollen tip of his dick ripe with color and rigor along with his balls compact when on the verge.
it's not there— he's pulled from the edge once more, and jayce sounds his first whine of objection. ]
Oh, Viktor— Viktor, please, [ he threatens to vault his hips into viktor's mouth, feel cheek and blunt teeth and throat and hot flesh snug around him, tangling brown licks of hair into his fists as his frantic fingers clasp tight, wishing to pull him in with the rise of his pelvis. ] Let me come, please—
[That laugh from Jayce is truly the sexiest sound of all. Viktor likes his voice called out in escalating tones, but that noise of joy, of lightness, it means everything to Viktor. Puts him at ease, with good humor and adoration shared. He loves this man. His gap tooth smile, his sharp canines, his-... everything. Everything.
What ever it is Viktor is waiting for, turns out, it is not the begging. Or, at least, not this level of it. Jayce has been through so much, and like Viktor, if something is too easily achieved it scarcely feels worth it. Much better to have to strive and conquer. That can go for pleasure, too. The fall is more lovely with a glorious ascent preceding it.
His eyes burn molten gold up at Jayce, rubbing his tongue along the man's length as his hand holding him off refused to relent. The other, teasing the man's sack so delicately, slip lower and press a firm thumb beneath them. Rubbing at his prostate from outside, adding that new sensation to the onslaught. He hadn't thought to grab lubricant or he'd finger fuck him at once, but this would have to do to drive the man to further pleas,]
[ there would be other times, there would be plenty more to explore and jayce would be ever eager to come better prepared next time. fix their room up. leave some things accessible. jayce awards viktor's ambition with a careen into his brilliant fingertips and fervent mouth, the way his toes curl in and his prayer answers highly, jayce's hips sputter with cresting ecstacy, his thighs tighten, the sweet spot of his prostate having him both wishing there hadn't been a barrier at all to babbling absolute delight over the attention. the gape in jayce's cry follows a squeeze through viktor's messy curls until handfulls of strands are roused through the slit spaces between each knuckle. the warning comes, but suddenly it's too fast upon him: ]
Viktor—
[ the spurt of jayce's seed unloads within the hollows of viktor's mouth: salty, hot and lavish, a release of a prolific amount of tension from his core to a rippling outward tremor of his limbs and spasming muscle, tight ass, a bitten lower lip and a scraping carol of his culminated orgasm from the depths of his throat and even echoing through the thin barrier keeping his chest bound. he keeps viktor cradled in every way he could as his body rocked through his release; his head in his hands, between his legs, and curving his back to block him in and never let him go. ]
[The warning is entirely uncalled for and thus ignored. Viktor had practically commanded that the man bust in his mouth. All that desperate call out really serves is to make Viktor focus further on driving the man to the best damn orgasm he can have. His grip releases from around the root of Jayce's cock and shifts along with the other, grabbing each side of his hips.
As Jayce cums, curling himself forward and around Viktor in all manner of ways, Viktor lifts him. Newfound strength makes that easy enough, especially when it's just his hips from their bedsheets. Tips Jayce backward into the mattress, so Viktor can watch him unravel. Likely to send a rush of shimmer blood straight to his head, Jayce's curling toes arching high astride Viktor's shoulders. All the more a rush of bliss. A reminder of pleasure to make him forget his pains. It might not last long, but Viktor tries to drag it all out for Jayce.
He swallows back his seed until Jayce is giving no more. He pops his lips free when oversensitivity is clearly setting into place, yet still licks the swollen head a parting time. Viktor noses along his partner's spent cock and kisses up (or rather down, from the current angle) to his navel. Golden eyes remain trained on him, expression gentle and thoughtful, not rushing Jayce through the height of his afterglow. Viktor is patient and he rather likes holding Jayce like so,]
[ he could forget it all, he does; the dull aches, the split ends of his mind. there's just want and love and limitless exchanges here, of the guttural grind within jayce's throat and the roll of his eyes so far back by the time his spine hits the spread of messed bedsheets that nearly just the white of them flash under his quivering lashes. gods, that does it. manhandling him extends his high. time feels dilated, every second a precious lifetime clung to so it'd never pass. sensations, too, tease the border of just enough to ride the current the rest of the way and almost too much to keep lax under. jayce spasms when his depleted, saliva and cum drenched dick leaps from his partner's empty mouth, having just seconds earlier whined at the sight of viktor's heavy, witting swallow of the vitae that claimed him from inside. despite his literally best nut of his life thus far, his sizeable hands still manage to be so gentle with the other man's cheeks, the back of his ears and the cup of his neck. viktor's hair feels like silky threads through his fingers, and his eyes breathe heat like molten gold.
viktor descends to him following the trail of short hairs from his groin to his abdomen, and jayce only relaxes his legs to further bend to gravity and grant this angelic devil the right to his soul. ]
Mmmn.... Good? [He asks before answering his own question, because Jayce just bust in his mouth, like-]
Of course it was good. [Viktor rolls his lips into his mouth before lowering Jayce fully to the sheets. Gingerly and lovingly so. He raises a hand to his chin and swipes clean the stuck drool that escaped the corners. Adjusting Jayce's legs down off of his shoulders, Viktor plants them to find better rest and relaxation over his thighs and around his hips. The third arm releases his ankle with a tickle along the Achilles tendon,
For a brief moment, he presumes that will conclude things. That Jayce will be well satisfied is enough, after all. In this form, Viktor had nothing going on for genitals. Or. Well. Bitch, he thought. His eyes fall from Jayce's groin, along the man's legs outstretched around him, to his own crotch. Viktor's well aware it does not usually bulge like that. The pressure he's felt there he had been ignoring. Thought might just be a phantom arousal, but no. A physical reaction is definitely going on.
Knees out wide and resting down on his calves, Viktor is entirely on display for both of their mutual curiosity. He hums to reach both his own hands to grope himself, wincing and shivering to do so. Okay, there's something- going on, beneath the metal-? The metallic tendons that makes up his body have show they have give and this feels especially warm, nearly melty, and pliant. His thumb drags along a slit opening and vibrant blue leaks out...
Odd, but Viktor is too fascinated to be embarrassed over it. He's also glad it's not shimmer purple, since that's basically his blood now. Mana blue-? Definitely different.]
[ jayce laughs an inward snort. cocky, he teases breathlessly and a gentle knock of his knee against his side, but with the split grin of a man who knows it isn't at all baseless— he's given every damn indication that it was a fucking blast. literally. this wasn't just about him, though, and jayce has every intention to retaliate. especially now that he feels he won't take another unwanted (or really unneeded) bite out of his partner.
jayce would be blind if he didn't notice there was something happening at the apex of viktor's groin, following the dips and grooves of metal and carapace lining his curious body as he took him in at this delectable angle, and almost immediately honing in on the generous bulge with widened eyes and steadfast blinking.
since when were they not on board with discovery? together? being of sexual nature only added an exhilarating thrill to their favorite pasttime enough that jayce's heart, the most animated its been and will be, leaps behind the masked exposure of his ribs. gliding his fingers down the purchase of viktor's thin belly, they hook onto both sides of a hollow dip with golden metal bars jayce uses as handles to pull him forward. foward. more— until viktor stradled his bound bust and bared this new point of curiosity very close to his face. with large hands now on the notch of viktor's thighs, jayce nods.
his antlers might be of good use. free handgrips that spiral for the cieling like an ungodly halo. ]
Allow me.
[ so he could clearly see. for discovery! and such. jayce toes a very thin line between a clinical and sensual touch, running a palm down the swollen lump from top to bottom while holding the side of viktor's thigh with a lavish grip. laced with drunken curiosity, the slight pinch between his brows makes his intense gaze look all the more immersed, flitting from the testing region to viktor's face above him.
this is a glorious view. damn. even with the physical ripples of pleasure depleting into a passed aftershock, the glow of it— and this— keeps him distracted from anything and everything else. pain is a distant fog outside his windows. delight is pressed against the glass and splintering the surface. ]
How would you rate your sensitivity, [ and the slit— gets a probing, experimental press, ] here?
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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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Date: 2025-04-14 03:28 pm (UTC)[Viktor isn't sure there are that many ways, given his own current state of transformation, but they can get creative. Anything to feel close to Jayce, to cleanse his pains with pleasure. The man is looking at him with so much yearning, it makes him twist up inside, like a phantom sensation of his heart racing. He feels an immense pressure built up in his chest, belly, and groin. This body is certainly capable of understanding excitement. He just doesn't know yet if there is any outlet for that.]
... you should cum in my mouth. [What a romantic Viktor is, in turn. Overly direct to the point of crassness, but his voice is so soft to say such a thing.
He laves his tongue back around Jayce's tip, before returning the full of his mouth there. Slower this time, he bobs his head. Taking his time, still holding Jayce firmly at the base, loosening his hold until the man seems to be too close, then squeezing again. Edging him with careful deliberate motions, his other hand roll swollen balls beneath Viktor's piano key like fingers. Golden eyes watch for reactions, waiting for... something. He's not sure what. The man to start begging, to tell him enough is enough-? Something.
Viktor will know it when he hears it.]
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Date: 2025-04-15 04:54 pm (UTC)viktor's way with words makes the most blunt crudity sound like tender kindness, at times. jayce laughs at the way it sounds, but he's nodding through it, an eager flash of his teeth and his sweet gap pining for viktor's continuity like two oversexed teens in a shrowded backseat. the first rises of build up only to delay his burst had been accepted with little objection, squeezing and releasing his thighs against the sides of viktor's metalic cheekbones and allowing tension to relax just a little— but not completely, not when jayce was being wound tight like a spring. the cacophony of his pleasure still sounds in viktor's name and short, blissfully sweet shrills, keeping his hips steadfast and allowing viktor most, if not all the movement control until the quivers from bone to muscle grow impatient. desperate. eventually, jayce is irratic in dissonance, learned breathing and twitching; precum dribbles freely with the occasional pump, the swollen tip of his dick ripe with color and rigor along with his balls compact when on the verge.
it's not there— he's pulled from the edge once more, and jayce sounds his first whine of objection. ]
Oh, Viktor— Viktor, please, [ he threatens to vault his hips into viktor's mouth, feel cheek and blunt teeth and throat and hot flesh snug around him, tangling brown licks of hair into his fists as his frantic fingers clasp tight, wishing to pull him in with the rise of his pelvis. ] Let me come, please—
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Date: 2025-04-17 01:22 am (UTC)What ever it is Viktor is waiting for, turns out, it is not the begging. Or, at least, not this level of it. Jayce has been through so much, and like Viktor, if something is too easily achieved it scarcely feels worth it. Much better to have to strive and conquer. That can go for pleasure, too. The fall is more lovely with a glorious ascent preceding it.
His eyes burn molten gold up at Jayce, rubbing his tongue along the man's length as his hand holding him off refused to relent. The other, teasing the man's sack so delicately, slip lower and press a firm thumb beneath them. Rubbing at his prostate from outside, adding that new sensation to the onslaught. He hadn't thought to grab lubricant or he'd finger fuck him at once, but this would have to do to drive the man to further pleas,]
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Date: 2025-04-17 04:28 pm (UTC)Viktor—
[ the spurt of jayce's seed unloads within the hollows of viktor's mouth: salty, hot and lavish, a release of a prolific amount of tension from his core to a rippling outward tremor of his limbs and spasming muscle, tight ass, a bitten lower lip and a scraping carol of his culminated orgasm from the depths of his throat and even echoing through the thin barrier keeping his chest bound. he keeps viktor cradled in every way he could as his body rocked through his release; his head in his hands, between his legs, and curving his back to block him in and never let him go. ]
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Date: 2025-04-20 03:24 am (UTC)As Jayce cums, curling himself forward and around Viktor in all manner of ways, Viktor lifts him. Newfound strength makes that easy enough, especially when it's just his hips from their bedsheets. Tips Jayce backward into the mattress, so Viktor can watch him unravel. Likely to send a rush of shimmer blood straight to his head, Jayce's curling toes arching high astride Viktor's shoulders. All the more a rush of bliss. A reminder of pleasure to make him forget his pains. It might not last long, but Viktor tries to drag it all out for Jayce.
He swallows back his seed until Jayce is giving no more. He pops his lips free when oversensitivity is clearly setting into place, yet still licks the swollen head a parting time. Viktor noses along his partner's spent cock and kisses up (or rather down, from the current angle) to his navel. Golden eyes remain trained on him, expression gentle and thoughtful, not rushing Jayce through the height of his afterglow. Viktor is patient and he rather likes holding Jayce like so,]
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Date: 2025-04-21 03:11 am (UTC)viktor descends to him following the trail of short hairs from his groin to his abdomen, and jayce only relaxes his legs to further bend to gravity and grant this angelic devil the right to his soul. ]
Viktor . . . My gods.
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Date: 2025-04-21 03:52 am (UTC)Of course it was good. [Viktor rolls his lips into his mouth before lowering Jayce fully to the sheets. Gingerly and lovingly so. He raises a hand to his chin and swipes clean the stuck drool that escaped the corners. Adjusting Jayce's legs down off of his shoulders, Viktor plants them to find better rest and relaxation over his thighs and around his hips. The third arm releases his ankle with a tickle along the Achilles tendon,
For a brief moment, he presumes that will conclude things. That Jayce will be well satisfied is enough, after all. In this form, Viktor had nothing going on for genitals. Or. Well. Bitch, he thought. His eyes fall from Jayce's groin, along the man's legs outstretched around him, to his own crotch. Viktor's well aware it does not usually bulge like that. The pressure he's felt there he had been ignoring. Thought might just be a phantom arousal, but no. A physical reaction is definitely going on.
Knees out wide and resting down on his calves, Viktor is entirely on display for both of their mutual curiosity. He hums to reach both his own hands to grope himself, wincing and shivering to do so. Okay, there's something- going on, beneath the metal-? The metallic tendons that makes up his body have show they have give and this feels especially warm, nearly melty, and pliant. His thumb drags along a slit opening and vibrant blue leaks out...
Odd, but Viktor is too fascinated to be embarrassed over it. He's also glad it's not shimmer purple, since that's basically his blood now. Mana blue-? Definitely different.]
... want to lend me your hands, Jayce?
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Date: 2025-04-21 01:28 pm (UTC)jayce would be blind if he didn't notice there was something happening at the apex of viktor's groin, following the dips and grooves of metal and carapace lining his curious body as he took him in at this delectable angle, and almost immediately honing in on the generous bulge with widened eyes and steadfast blinking.
since when were they not on board with discovery? together? being of sexual nature only added an exhilarating thrill to their favorite pasttime enough that jayce's heart, the most animated its been and will be, leaps behind the masked exposure of his ribs. gliding his fingers down the purchase of viktor's thin belly, they hook onto both sides of a hollow dip with golden metal bars jayce uses as handles to pull him forward. foward. more— until viktor stradled his bound bust and bared this new point of curiosity very close to his face. with large hands now on the notch of viktor's thighs, jayce nods.
his antlers might be of good use. free handgrips that spiral for the cieling like an ungodly halo. ]
Allow me.
[ so he could clearly see. for discovery! and such. jayce toes a very thin line between a clinical and sensual touch, running a palm down the swollen lump from top to bottom while holding the side of viktor's thigh with a lavish grip. laced with drunken curiosity, the slight pinch between his brows makes his intense gaze look all the more immersed, flitting from the testing region to viktor's face above him.
this is a glorious view. damn. even with the physical ripples of pleasure depleting into a passed aftershock, the glow of it— and this— keeps him distracted from anything and everything else. pain is a distant fog outside his windows. delight is pressed against the glass and splintering the surface. ]
How would you rate your sensitivity, [ and the slit— gets a probing, experimental press, ] here?
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