[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?
[Jayce's hands reach towards him and Viktor follows along, readjusting his legs as he goes. He ends up at Jayce's chest, lifting himself up onto his knees because he knows there's nothing to put weight down on. Just a delicate, half shattered ribcage and a raw, beating heart beneath bandages. Tucking himself beneath Jayce's armpits, the man's hands have full range to touch him back, explore with fingertips and callous thumbs. All feel nice upon Viktor's metallic skin, arcane energy chasing the sensations.
Grabbing those handles on his hips makes his body whir, his own internal engine purring, though that is loud in the space. Viktor forgoes grabbing Jayce's antlers, for the moment, out of a rare excess of caution. He fears getting lost in a moment and his own newfound strength cracking or snapped one out of place. For now, his hands are forward, against the wall, that's a bit more sturdy. It gives him a good angle to look down at both himself and Jayce, anyways, highly practical.
That question is asked when Jayce goes probing. The answer is unspoken, but loud in response. Viktor has been biting his lower lip hard and his jaw briefly slacks at the touch, dripping a held back line of drool direct to Jayce's forehead. He snaps a hand over his mouth in a second as he realizes, but in a rare moment it embarrasses him how involuntary that was. How uncomposed. His face might be red in a normal circumstance, but there's no blood in him to make the color. The space beneath his eyes, along his cheeks and nose, they are more chalk lavender then blush pink.
Viktor is still trying to swallow that damn pool that formed in his mouth from it watering so much. His body continues to answer the inquiries, the split opening with further touch. Time for something to emerge, too long bundled up by now, and with it a handful of viscous, hexblue mana. A twin pair of lengths unfurl and then further swell, something more like the graspers of a sea creature than mammalian cocks. Only the lower stiffens up and takes a fuller shape. The top one has far more motion, prehensile and curling around Jayce's hand like a grasping tentacle. Oh, gods, Viktor realizes he can move it. The control is there and well beyond strange to reckon with. The movement is purely instinctual, undriven by anything but seeking warmth and sensation for now.
Words will need to be a later thing, he has no fucking clue what to say about any of this,]
[ it wasn't the saliva dripping down his brow to the side of his face and sticking to plastered pieces of his hair. it was the profuse slip of control that seized jayce's core and made his skin prickle in waves that led right to the trunk of his spine. he's breathless to viktor's ravaged beauty with but a touch that was perhaps very overdo as much as viktor's was to him. he's— gorgeous. he's all his. and jayce wants to give him so much more that his arousal doesn't fail to stir. satisfied, his ass. either way, it was all only a miniscule sample of what would have the blood he's salvaged rush to jayce's face (the same tint of plum in contrast to a past life of rosey hues. evenblood, they share).
it's what unwinds. startle halts jayce's inquest as he could only gawk at the dual shafts so close to the tip of his nose. bright sapphire leaks and unrolls between spaces, pools to the dent of the draugr's collar bone. sultry. hot. it spurs jayce to breathe, shallow and shivering as, fuck— the top, tendril-like curl of slippery muscle glides across the bones of his knuckles until it finds purchase on the contour of his palm. then, there's also . . . the massive, swollen monster dick in his face. it doesn't help jayce's rousing when his gaze flits up and down and up again to catch the whole picture and frame it against the corners of his mind: the angle of viktor's face so high and his hips, arousal(s) so low and close to his eye level was prolific. the knot in jayce's throat is not of nervous origin, neither is the hotness that rises up his neck and makes his soft cock twitch against his fluttering belly. there is a negative amount of horror in his hazel-gold eyes, in fact— there might as well be hearts within his blown pupils. ]
. . . H-holy, [ the discovery has exceeded every damn expectation he could've had. he has no fucking idea what to respond to this, and viktor, with, only that his yapping tongue can't handle the silence and shatters it with a hushed, cracking, awestruck: ] fuck.
[ jayce's hesitation stems from his utter bewilderment, but like hell he was going to allow the pause to stretch any farther. not even his own lust for this man would allow it as the urge comes and the thought follows. his brain tells his lungs to pick up the pace of his superficial inhales, only by a lap as his excitement grown uncontainable. one hand anchor's against a cheek of viktor's ass while the other thumbs the top of the slit to part and lift the shaft just enough for him to lock his eyes, raise his neck, and press the flat of his tongue to the base of the bloated slab and ascend generously, sluggishly, tentatively so he could figure out exactly where to go from here. was this alright? was this okay? for viktor, obviously, jayce was eagerly already half-lost in the sauce. monsterfucker license stamped and ready for use.
he'll start by making his destination to the head of it, pressing a finger to the topside of the larger cock to guide it into place for his taking. ]
[... well, at least Jayce doesn't look horrified. Just the opposite, the man below and beneath Viktor looks entirely, haplessly enamored. Count on Jayce to see something so strange and otherworldly and look at it with wide eyed excitement.
Viktor is more caught up in the sensations present than the sights. The feeling was like some over pressured valve finally springing undone. Tension still remains, but there is great relief in being freed from the confines of his own shell. The topmost tendril grips to Jayce's hand even as it moves to spread the slit further, expose more of the root base to these bizarre lengths. They're contrastingly squishy and slick compared to the rest of his body, all metallic sinews giving way to these soft, yet swollen firm parts. Jayce's fingers touching either reveal a semi-transparent quality to them, making the mana blue within glow visible from the outside.
His mind wants to analyze and study himself, make sense of the why and how his body took such shape. His nerves have other plans, overwhelming him with sensitivity as Jayce explores further- explores with the hotness of his mouth and lips- Viktor drops the hand from his mouth and it bundles as a fist against the wall. He presses his forehead alongside it, likely to push a dent into it if he keeps that up. He just might, too, because even just a finger pressing to the hook the top and angle that lower dick makes him arch his back outward. Every impulse in him is to fall overtop Jayce, hunch around the man's face and make himself as small as possible. Push that long cock down Jayce's throat and just thrust as deep as he could get-]
Ten..! Ten, ten, ten- [a strange cascade of words blabber out of him, some stray thought he latched onto to avoid such a violating impulse. Jayce had asked him to rate his sensitivity. It's a ten. Ten is easy to say, even just gasped out. He doesn't want to say no or even stop, but he feels sped up out of control so it's time to hit some brakes. Hopefully Jayce can parse what he's yelping about, though a fresh splash of mana shot onto his lips will likely say enough.]
[ jayce has the advantage of actively studying viktor in the most hands on, gratifying way possible for both parties (and viktor may as well forsake the possibility of a more clinical study whenever jayce is in his presence, not when he's head over heels concupiscent for him like a stag in rut. bound by blood, in love and needy to top the icing, truly they shouldn't expect anything less than). an inspecting gaze go wild and sanguine with every lurch and magnificent bend viktor gives, the gasping sounds that burble off his tongue and make his accent lusciously thick. the curl of the corner of jayce's lips hint a devilish thought to continue, the action to back it up, and a throaty moan as the encircled tip of the bottom erection spurts a surprising silt of mystic fluid onto the flat and base of his tongue. the taste that hits ripples his eyelids and makes his shoulders shiver with unfathomable delight. not blood. bitter, with a mildly sweet-tart aftertaste that burned all the way down to his belly and lit him aflame like a pyre.
when jayce manages to open them again, watching viktor first, his eyes have swung from amber to a matching hexgem blue, to his emotionally charged enthusiasm which was soon to be barely a light of whites against blown black pupils (and to the irony that even in this they have themselves in some way mirrored). ribbons of saliva and hexfluid stretch off the cock and make bridges to his parted mouth and rows of careful teeth. the topmost length is stroked by his thumb and played with the roll of his fingertips befor they settle on steadying viktor's quivering hips. he knows caution and hammering that dam to fractured bits has made his belly wet with his own syrupy precum.
jayce angles the lower cock, thumb on the underside and fingers on top, to give it a fondle upward, deliberate, then applying pressure at a slant in a slight bend some digits above the blooming root to test its stiffness. not to forceful. just enough to gather satisfying results. ]
Now, [ his glistening mouth, damp and basking in debauchery, is perfectly positioned to breathe his words across the pulsing shaft, rolling a wider shape to take him in after he adds: ] don't hold back on me.
[Hold back, definitely, certainly, without any doubt. Viktor's present instincts are just too wild to let off the chain. Restraint is not always a bad thing. In this instance, Viktor sees it as his most loving act of all. He blathers on, lips wet from drool pooling in his mouth and spitting with his own fight of control over his own body,]
There's something else- I feel it, inside, wanting out...
[Viktor isn't a fearful man, but he does fret over hurting or violating Jayce. The guilt he would feel would be crushing, he carries enough of that as is. No more, not a straws worth can be added to the pile without breaking him down.
He is also more stubborn than selfish, and he groans to beat a fist against the convoy wall ahead of him. Pulling his punches to not dent it, in a deliberately petulant display. Trying to lighten the mood a bit, whining at his partner with utterly feigned anger,]
I am the reckless one! You need to be who- speaks sense!
[ verifying safety for being at times overly cautious about what he cared for (or making things worse) were exceptions. colateral damage? can't happen, even if he'd much rather it all happen to him. maybe he's had the best intentions more often than not, but never has he actually . . . been in a sane spot for making sane decisions. necromancy? highly, emotionally charged decisions hardly based on rationale? oh, no. jayce's insistent touching does not cease, although they do slow as to give priority to what he's about to say. ]
Viktor, [ the bottom plush of his lip snags under his front tooth gap, hasty heart pulsing under the covered cavity and instigating a thrum at the loose edges of his messy bandages. he wants to scoot up a bit, no longer trapping his torso under the cage of viktor's spindly thighs and propping his weight with his arms, sloppy hands seeking viktor's jaws. ] let it out. I want you to fuck me senseless.
[That snorted laugh is remarkably grounding, Viktor relaxing down from the wall to hear it. Jayce lifts himself upward, allowing Viktor to peel himself to be aligned at his lap rather than chest. He's so tall now he still needs to hunch to be eye level, but that is fine. His posture has long been that of a shrimp. Which is bug.
Viktor nudges his forehead to Jayce's and nuzzles there with affection. Calming, soothing attention before Jayce goes saying that-]
I want that too, of course... [it is just difficult to let loose, for a plethora of reasons. Urges overwhelm as he sinks to actually rest his groin down onto Jayce's, feeling the man's hardness squish against his down grasping members. No denying himself the wincing, teeth gnashing purr of pleasure there. He leans in, catching Jayce's mouth against his with open mouthed hunger. His hands fall over Jayce one more, one upon the crook of shoulder and collar, the other wrapping around the back of his hair, treading large fingers through so many overgrown strands.
That tendril cock slithers around Jayce's dick, spiraling it to squeeze into Viktor's other length. It is impossibly slick and soft. near fully engulfing of the other man's arousal. Viktor needs to loosen the initial squeeze to be able to move, so he does so. Hips buck, mana spreading further, leaking from the tip of his cocks to ooze along Jayce's own. He knows that Jayce must want him inside- Viktor wants that too- but this first. This as the trail run, the experiment that can ease Viktor's mind to push his usual limits.
The intensity of such frottage feels incredible and the gratification is both instant and building up further. He really shouldn't overthink a moment of it, action near immediately driving him senseless with the want to continue. Viktor's weight likely pins Jayce down flat beneath him, thrusting against him as they kiss deep and lavish,]
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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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Date: 2025-04-22 02:22 pm (UTC)Grabbing those handles on his hips makes his body whir, his own internal engine purring, though that is loud in the space. Viktor forgoes grabbing Jayce's antlers, for the moment, out of a rare excess of caution. He fears getting lost in a moment and his own newfound strength cracking or snapped one out of place. For now, his hands are forward, against the wall, that's a bit more sturdy. It gives him a good angle to look down at both himself and Jayce, anyways, highly practical.
That question is asked when Jayce goes probing. The answer is unspoken, but loud in response. Viktor has been biting his lower lip hard and his jaw briefly slacks at the touch, dripping a held back line of drool direct to Jayce's forehead. He snaps a hand over his mouth in a second as he realizes, but in a rare moment it embarrasses him how involuntary that was. How uncomposed. His face might be red in a normal circumstance, but there's no blood in him to make the color. The space beneath his eyes, along his cheeks and nose, they are more chalk lavender then blush pink.
Viktor is still trying to swallow that damn pool that formed in his mouth from it watering so much. His body continues to answer the inquiries, the split opening with further touch. Time for something to emerge, too long bundled up by now, and with it a handful of viscous, hexblue mana. A twin pair of lengths unfurl and then further swell, something more like the graspers of a sea creature than mammalian cocks. Only the lower stiffens up and takes a fuller shape. The top one has far more motion, prehensile and curling around Jayce's hand like a grasping tentacle. Oh, gods, Viktor realizes he can move it. The control is there and well beyond strange to reckon with. The movement is purely instinctual, undriven by anything but seeking warmth and sensation for now.
Words will need to be a later thing, he has no fucking clue what to say about any of this,]
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Date: 2025-04-22 03:38 pm (UTC)it's what unwinds. startle halts jayce's inquest as he could only gawk at the dual shafts so close to the tip of his nose. bright sapphire leaks and unrolls between spaces, pools to the dent of the draugr's collar bone. sultry. hot. it spurs jayce to breathe, shallow and shivering as, fuck— the top, tendril-like curl of slippery muscle glides across the bones of his knuckles until it finds purchase on the contour of his palm. then, there's also . . . the massive, swollen monster dick in his face. it doesn't help jayce's rousing when his gaze flits up and down and up again to catch the whole picture and frame it against the corners of his mind: the angle of viktor's face so high and his hips, arousal(s) so low and close to his eye level was prolific. the knot in jayce's throat is not of nervous origin, neither is the hotness that rises up his neck and makes his soft cock twitch against his fluttering belly. there is a negative amount of horror in his hazel-gold eyes, in fact— there might as well be hearts within his blown pupils. ]
. . . H-holy, [ the discovery has exceeded every damn expectation he could've had. he has no fucking idea what to respond to this, and viktor, with, only that his yapping tongue can't handle the silence and shatters it with a hushed, cracking, awestruck: ] fuck.
[ jayce's hesitation stems from his utter bewilderment, but like hell he was going to allow the pause to stretch any farther. not even his own lust for this man would allow it as the urge comes and the thought follows. his brain tells his lungs to pick up the pace of his superficial inhales, only by a lap as his excitement grown uncontainable. one hand anchor's against a cheek of viktor's ass while the other thumbs the top of the slit to part and lift the shaft just enough for him to lock his eyes, raise his neck, and press the flat of his tongue to the base of the bloated slab and ascend generously, sluggishly, tentatively so he could figure out exactly where to go from here. was this alright? was this okay? for viktor, obviously, jayce was eagerly already half-lost in the sauce. monsterfucker license stamped and ready for use.
he'll start by making his destination to the head of it, pressing a finger to the topside of the larger cock to guide it into place for his taking. ]
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Date: 2025-04-23 09:22 pm (UTC)Viktor is more caught up in the sensations present than the sights. The feeling was like some over pressured valve finally springing undone. Tension still remains, but there is great relief in being freed from the confines of his own shell. The topmost tendril grips to Jayce's hand even as it moves to spread the slit further, expose more of the root base to these bizarre lengths. They're contrastingly squishy and slick compared to the rest of his body, all metallic sinews giving way to these soft, yet swollen firm parts. Jayce's fingers touching either reveal a semi-transparent quality to them, making the mana blue within glow visible from the outside.
His mind wants to analyze and study himself, make sense of the why and how his body took such shape. His nerves have other plans, overwhelming him with sensitivity as Jayce explores further- explores with the hotness of his mouth and lips- Viktor drops the hand from his mouth and it bundles as a fist against the wall. He presses his forehead alongside it, likely to push a dent into it if he keeps that up. He just might, too, because even just a finger pressing to the hook the top and angle that lower dick makes him arch his back outward. Every impulse in him is to fall overtop Jayce, hunch around the man's face and make himself as small as possible. Push that long cock down Jayce's throat and just thrust as deep as he could get-]
Ten..! Ten, ten, ten- [a strange cascade of words blabber out of him, some stray thought he latched onto to avoid such a violating impulse. Jayce had asked him to rate his sensitivity. It's a ten. Ten is easy to say, even just gasped out. He doesn't want to say no or even stop, but he feels sped up out of control so it's time to hit some brakes. Hopefully Jayce can parse what he's yelping about, though a fresh splash of mana shot onto his lips will likely say enough.]
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Date: 2025-04-24 12:56 am (UTC)when jayce manages to open them again, watching viktor first, his eyes have swung from amber to a matching hexgem blue, to his emotionally charged enthusiasm which was soon to be barely a light of whites against blown black pupils (and to the irony that even in this they have themselves in some way mirrored). ribbons of saliva and hexfluid stretch off the cock and make bridges to his parted mouth and rows of careful teeth. the topmost length is stroked by his thumb and played with the roll of his fingertips befor they settle on steadying viktor's quivering hips. he knows caution and hammering that dam to fractured bits has made his belly wet with his own syrupy precum.
jayce angles the lower cock, thumb on the underside and fingers on top, to give it a fondle upward, deliberate, then applying pressure at a slant in a slight bend some digits above the blooming root to test its stiffness. not to forceful. just enough to gather satisfying results. ]
Now, [ his glistening mouth, damp and basking in debauchery, is perfectly positioned to breathe his words across the pulsing shaft, rolling a wider shape to take him in after he adds: ] don't hold back on me.
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Date: 2025-04-24 04:14 pm (UTC)[Hold back, definitely, certainly, without any doubt. Viktor's present instincts are just too wild to let off the chain. Restraint is not always a bad thing. In this instance, Viktor sees it as his most loving act of all. He blathers on, lips wet from drool pooling in his mouth and spitting with his own fight of control over his own body,]
There's something else- I feel it, inside, wanting out...
[Viktor isn't a fearful man, but he does fret over hurting or violating Jayce. The guilt he would feel would be crushing, he carries enough of that as is. No more, not a straws worth can be added to the pile without breaking him down.
He is also more stubborn than selfish, and he groans to beat a fist against the convoy wall ahead of him. Pulling his punches to not dent it, in a deliberately petulant display. Trying to lighten the mood a bit, whining at his partner with utterly feigned anger,]
I am the reckless one! You need to be who- speaks sense!
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Date: 2025-04-24 05:17 pm (UTC)When have I spoken sense?
[ verifying safety for being at times overly cautious about what he cared for (or making things worse) were exceptions. colateral damage? can't happen, even if he'd much rather it all happen to him. maybe he's had the best intentions more often than not, but never has he actually . . . been in a sane spot for making sane decisions. necromancy? highly, emotionally charged decisions hardly based on rationale? oh, no. jayce's insistent touching does not cease, although they do slow as to give priority to what he's about to say. ]
Viktor, [ the bottom plush of his lip snags under his front tooth gap, hasty heart pulsing under the covered cavity and instigating a thrum at the loose edges of his messy bandages. he wants to scoot up a bit, no longer trapping his torso under the cage of viktor's spindly thighs and propping his weight with his arms, sloppy hands seeking viktor's jaws. ] let it out. I want you to fuck me senseless.
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Date: 2025-04-24 06:15 pm (UTC)Viktor nudges his forehead to Jayce's and nuzzles there with affection. Calming, soothing attention before Jayce goes saying that-]
I want that too, of course... [it is just difficult to let loose, for a plethora of reasons. Urges overwhelm as he sinks to actually rest his groin down onto Jayce's, feeling the man's hardness squish against his down grasping members. No denying himself the wincing, teeth gnashing purr of pleasure there. He leans in, catching Jayce's mouth against his with open mouthed hunger. His hands fall over Jayce one more, one upon the crook of shoulder and collar, the other wrapping around the back of his hair, treading large fingers through so many overgrown strands.
That tendril cock slithers around Jayce's dick, spiraling it to squeeze into Viktor's other length. It is impossibly slick and soft. near fully engulfing of the other man's arousal. Viktor needs to loosen the initial squeeze to be able to move, so he does so. Hips buck, mana spreading further, leaking from the tip of his cocks to ooze along Jayce's own. He knows that Jayce must want him inside- Viktor wants that too- but this first. This as the trail run, the experiment that can ease Viktor's mind to push his usual limits.
The intensity of such frottage feels incredible and the gratification is both instant and building up further. He really shouldn't overthink a moment of it, action near immediately driving him senseless with the want to continue. Viktor's weight likely pins Jayce down flat beneath him, thrusting against him as they kiss deep and lavish,]
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