[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,]
[ jayce's lips hover parted inches from viktor's before he drops and they collide, his shallow breathing needy and pleading but ultimately allowing his partner the honors of pushing forward. choice, as it were. because he'd stop if it really were . . . wanted. but it's not, is it? not between either of them by an earth-shattering landslide. jayce dives as soon as viktor's face tilts sideways to slot themselves together, nose crushed to cheek. they tangle into each other in wild grips that scramble from tufts of hair to yank and metalic framwork to clasp onto, thirsty traps of intrusive tongues and teeth that snag, suck and pinch, swallowing and drinking him and the taste they create as if it were his very blood to feast on.
silky lubrication takes a twining hold on their cocks and scours them together in a beautifully petrifying way. jayce's maw hangs into a soundless O as viktor's name is punched right out of him like a register, forced to pause from pursing lips to kiss back because by god he cannot think to. sodden, electric jerks has his hips riding viktor's friction and matching his tempo, lifting his legs up over the other man's to offer more angle. by the time he realizes he has his back to the sheets again, bound by weight, jayce is feverishly grunting and grinding into the provided, blissful enclosure of both what was between their vitae as much as their mouths. from here, jayce grips the golden handles of viktor's hip bones and drives him forward in an aiding, deprived shove, his feet hooking ankles at the lowest dip of his pelvis. he's more lapping sloppy and carping for viktor than he was properly kissing him, but he has every damn reason to.
this was unreal, and getting him to climb the walls with his second, most swollen erection tonight. ]
[Muttered between fervent kisses, gasped into and again Jayce's mouth. It's a statement of wonder, appreciation, relief. That Jayce seems well again, that he's not death cold, not just a walking corpse brought back by Viktor's will. His desperation to not be alone, to keep the one man who ever, truly loved and understood him.
Then again, maybe the most of that is just friction between their bodies. Viktor literally rubbing off on him. Maybe that is just fine, though, isn't some terrible compromise. Viktor would do anything it took to keep Jayce warm, happy, and satisfied. The act between them now feels less than altruistic, as that previous sentiment held. He's driving down against Jayce on raw and unbound instincts. It feels like everything he wants to do in one moment. Crowding over Jayce, pinning him down, and just ravaging him. A predator insect that caught prey and now gets to toy about with it before a meal.
The appropriate restraint returns- no eating his partner. That urge can remain unfulfilled. It is better to just taste him, to just play and fuck and-]
Something- is there, something strange- [rich, in this moment, but it's Viktor's honest assessment. The root of his dicks ache and burn, edging release. The mana was practically free flowing, so this is different. It has a shape. Viktor can't bare pulling away from Jayce to look at himself and see, but the other man will feel it against him, swelling with smooth roundness, pushing slowly through the longer shaft. Firm and somewhat electric in energy. Viktor's no biologist, the closest he got to those type sciences was his work with plants or augmenting his own body. This is all new to him.
Marble sized eggs would not be the guess. They build at the base, slow to push one by one along the long shaft of his lower cock, towards release. Then sensation is already orgasmic, but it's not a shot and done ordeal. No, it's drawn out and lasting. Viktor is going through it,]
[ he is hot, burning like a furnace with shimmer blood as his supply and lust as a catalyst. jayce doesn't resort to biting yet only because of how the span of his back knocks too many oh fuck, oh shit babbling off his puffed, kiss-raw lips. it's in the roll of a meeting rut with viktor that part of jayce's brain short circuits. he can feel it, pressed up tight against the muscle lining his belly and corkscrewing around the length of his shaft: lumps. spherical swelling, knuckle-sized bulges that challenge his sensitivity with a phenomenon he'd possibly never would have experienced if not for here, and these bodies they inhabit. it is beyond incredible. it is— so puzzling and eggs is not the first thing that comes to mind. hell, jayce could barely sharpen a thought into proper, scientific coherence. there is something building, a tension, a load, and . . . he must unload. ]
Viktor, [ jayce urges him, wants the trickling beads of mana between his legs to reach down further, make way for the mother of monstrous releases, that he wants nothing more than to have disgorged within him rather than between them, ] s-stretch me out. Hurry.
[ he doesn't know how the fuck he should be digesting this idea or the fact that he clearly wants this alien exchange. he just does, and finds his body reacting by being set aflame, pinprick sensations rising up with spine and prickling his neck, the back of his head, his lips and his throbbing, leaking erection that mixes with magic blue. rather than think it through coherently, jayce swallows it whole. and swallows. and dines. and swallows again. ]
Jayce, [Viktor echoes back, teeth grit, gnashing, gnawing against themselves in a snarl of too hot lust. Urgency. Need. His mind feels barely above base instincts. How can he resist what he's being told to do? A command so aligned with what he wants it's like Jayce can read beneath his mind to his instincts,]
You are- a madman- to want this- but so am I-
[So, he'll oblige. Viktor slips himself away from the man's cock, gliding his body downward, between the scoop of Jayce's legs spread for him. His monstrously large shaft wedges between the man's ass cheeks, rubs against his hole to spread thick mana, to tease him with still contained bulbs. Coordination is a bit lacking, but the tendril manages to fumble and thrash towards the demanded task. It slips inside Jayce's hole, thinner than a finger at the tip, only to widen as it moved further in. It swirls and rolls and spreads that lubrication all about that delicate point of entry. Prying Jayce open with care despite his terrible want to just shove deep in him, let out everything built up inside fill the man to bulge.
Viktor's left gasping and moaning, the engine of his body at full roar. Jayce needs to signal him to when it's actually okay to proceed. The more mobile tentacle could fuck him satisfied all on its own, but that's not what Jayce wants, nor Viktor. They can never do anything in half measures.]
[ the brash hehs bouncing off his lower mandibles say goodbye to any smartass remark about being insane— right out the door, with that one, replaced by a gurgle that festers into a cry once the appendage has entered him and digs, fills, pulsates with imminence and extends his limits until jayce is left drooling, squirming, panting and breathless. the first handful of delves has him gasping inwardly most of the time, adjusting to the mild discomfiture of invasion by reminding himself to not strain his entrance (harder than it looks when you're the one being fucked). it gets easier. jayce rubs his sweat and hair caked forehead against viktor's face to ease his tension; gasps and gnarls dissolve into beseeching whines so sweet they could be prayers to drag him to the core of a dying star.
with his arms slung around decorated shoulders and tifts of chocolate hair, jayce murmurs the end of his patience and escalates the trial to a full blown operation with just one choke. ]
Go, [ jayce bends his knees to the best of his ability to his chest, his stronger leg higher than the left, and practically inviting the tendril inward through his puckering entry. deep. thoroughly prepared. he takes it well, but this is not their apex. he won't settle just for this when he could be having all of viktor. ] please, [ the low reel of his voice is cracked and begging, greedy, mad, secure. ] I won't break. Don't stop for me.
[ no, he will very likely melt and pool by the time this is over, so . . . this is his permission. jayce is near certain he will cry. the bubbling in his chest warns him of tears just itching to burn from across his lenses out of sheer, powerful foretaste. he's waited, so long, he's wanted, so long— he wants to be handled as brashly as he hears viktor blast his engines to full drive, and he will relish in the aches and bruises and think of viktor far more than his stupid, undead chronic pains. ]
[Despite all the rattling intensity between them, Viktor speaks close and quiet and entirely soft. Halted and trembling with effort. Melty and terribly, hopelessly devoted. Words of prayer, of want, of promise]
I would- I will- You're safe with me, Jayce- You can say stop- I love you, I'll halt if you like- Please, just tell me...
[Even if Go sounds much sweeter, Viktor's love is of respect and regard for the other man. Not pushing too far, giving just the right amount. If Viktor gave everything, it would destroy himself... and he knows that would devastate Jayce more than it would be worth the sacrifice. They've done that before, they would likely do so over and over, but in this moment restraint is Viktor's most impressive feat of strength on offer.
The tendrils slips out from Jayce's hole, moving around beneath his other member to guide it to that entrance. The tip breaches with ease, a smooth guide that only bulges around the first of the beads within his shaft. Viktor realizes he's goddamn massive like this and that's saying something when he'd had a big dick when he was still fully a man.
He's careful, but not backing away without word from Jayce. Viktor would resent the man for treating him as fragile, and so he will not offer that treatment. No, Jayce is the toughest man he knows, but even that has limits and vulnerabilities. He's attentive and adoring, watching Jayce's face with a vastness of told and untold desire on his face. Making sure the man is as safe with him as vowed,]
[ jayce keeps his vision straight where he can, the frenzy in gripping viktor managing to share clasps of reverence and nourishment. he's breatheless during retreat and his partner's wording, making jayce wish he could swallow it all up word for word and keep it locked in his heart forever. he nods, fervent whilst being incapable of formulating the proper sentence in his head when he's so close to a moment that makes his heart and throat sputter, so he shows what he feels instead— in touch. in care. in constant, urgent kisses cut in halves, until the bulb spades, spans his entry wide around the first sphere and at the cusp of his limit. jayce's mouth pulls apart like fabric bursting at the seams; a crisp silence whisks from him and nothing more, rattling silently around the walls of his inner cheeks until wet snaps croak out like turbulence. brows raise as jayce's lower eyelids narrow his gaze a fraction but keeps them open, just enough to exchange charged eye contact by the bend of jayce's spine, neck and the careen of his brows pulling together and meeting at a peak. oh, gods. gods, gods, gods.
the push of the first ridge teeters on a thin border of uncomfortable but tollerable, girth spreading him in a way that made jayce feel like he'd split open from bottom to top. it makes him shiver and race his breathing as he tends to stilled adjustments and peppered whimpering puffed onto the bump of viktor's nose, his ass straining tightly against the intrusion and testing the boundaries. outright pain transmits and translates differently since his death, not as sharp and limiting, but if he had to describe anything about himself right now it was that he was blooming. receptive. his dead cells danced and flooded his paper skin with mulberry hues and sensations that would otherwise be dulled to a bore. he doesn't want to get rid of it. he wants to cling to this illusion of being alive as long as it granted him the chance to feel . . . this. viktor on top, loving him with devoted ferocity and being allowed to squeeze his thighs around his hips, his arms around his neck like a blanket and react wildly, in kind, like two twin stars blinking at each other and pulling them into a dangerous orbit.
he's never been fucked before. it's initially hard to relax, but he gets there because of viktor's patience and restraint, fearless and secured by things as simple as being reminded of the strange purring in his chest that reverberated into jayce's own like a yell into an empty cave. he nods, a firm press of his forehead to viktor's, before he blubbers, the veneration in his eyes making them glaze with a reflecting shine just as the ugly scar branding his face does when the light hits it just right: ]
I— I won't have to. Not with you.
[ his heels dig against viktor's backside, wordlessly accepting and asking for more of him. he's sure to absorb him better, now. less pulsing strain against the lively thump of the monstrous cock digging in like an arrow's head to flesh. ]
You're taking me... so well, Jayce. Keep hold- tight- tell me what you like-
[Viktor babbles right back, in hot and short bursts of breath. Between urgent and fervent kisses, each aggressive in their intimacy. The sex they're having is so intense and wild that it throws any propriety away. Far flung, ideas of decency. He wants to fuck Jayce well, all that makes that difficult is his own inexperience with his own body. The experimentation does have an appeal he tries to align himself with,
What is best to try next, with his massive cock dug half the length into Jayce? Pushing further wouldn't do, might harm him or be too tightly wound for Viktor's sensitive state. He pulls back, nearly slips out from the amount of mana thick liquid smeared within his partner. Inside again, the eggs in his dick rolling just slightly with the motion, but it felt like everything. More release from the base, pile up, and Viktor cannot say he wants any to escape just yet. The pressure is obscenely pleasurable. He begins to fuck Jayce in earnest, thrusting in further with very gradual progress. No rushing, no being done with this too soon, Viktor wants such heights to go on and on, if only Jayce can handle them,]
[ withdrawal is only brief reprise for his entry to relax from the tautness, to stimulate the tight nerves into proper expanse for viktor's thickness, to grow accustomed to his partner's strange size and shape without provoking another rise in stiffness. the roll of viktor's hips in and the abdundant, silky sleek lubrication is met with more apt absorbtion, engulfing him, welcoming him— also splintering him, but not in any way jayce wishes for him to stop. pleasure surges not only in the sensation of being filled to the brim, delved so deep it'd scramble him in rhythm. it is the way each bulb pries him apart, in and out and in and out again, ridges exciting his rim. it is the ecstacy in being ravished and pinned, gripping the coils of viktor's hair so damn tightly that he pulls on fistfulls of strands to fill his mouth with his tongue, trade saliva, then his lips, biting, then his neck, teasing his teeth to melds of purple and grey of the glowing crevices of viktor's body. it is until a cry bursts from jayce's lips unnanounced that suprises even himself, instigating a fullbody stutter. ]
—Oh, [ sounds until now had amounted to drudging, to compact grunts and snarled groans of viktor's name jabbed out of his throat. of things he liked being done, like pulling his hair or leaving lovebites, bruises, or simply sweet, driveling encouragement to continue his gradual tempo. he could lay in it for the rest of time. but, this was different. this was jayce scraping the start of truly coming undone, the spot viktor had repeatedly bumped now a swollen lump that flared his core like lava melting metal. ] Viktor, please, there—
[ jayce hastely adjusts his legs, from hanging around viktor's waist to his injured leg falling sideways, parting, and the other, better leg, swinging over his shoulder and relaxing to bend as far as he could take his knee. scambling hands pull for viktor because it still felt like they weren't close enough, there's too much skin and bone in the way he wants to melt into him wants disappear in him— ]
Nnhhh- come here, then- Jayce- ["Closer," he says, so Viktor will oblige how his instincts drive. He wants Jayce in his arms, not getting plowed down into the bed. As is the sheets are somehow winning out of him for how much more they're getting to touch his lover than him. Silly, possessive jealousy. He won't overthink it. Any of it. He just wants to keep fucking his lover to blabbering madness.
Viktor scoops both arms around Jayce to his back, scooping him upright. Into Viktor's chest and lap, Viktor angling himself perfectly upright from his hips to his shoulders. The Hexclaw gets involved, twisting forward to help support Jayce's middle back. That way, Viktor's palms can both drop down his body, groping each side of Jayce's firm ass in hands. Gravity does most of the work to skewer Jayce on his bulbous cock.]
Enough for you-? Keep your arms around me. [it helps balance this whole machine out, Viktor not wasting time to moving, able to rise and fall Jayce with his great strength. Bounce him along the length of that thick member, if never all the way down to the base, still cautious to what Jayce can really take. The tendril involves itself further, slipping along Jayce's taint and wrapping around his balls. Rolling and squeezing them with delicate affection which only adds to the intensity of all that's happening at once.]
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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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Date: 2025-04-25 02:09 am (UTC)silky lubrication takes a twining hold on their cocks and scours them together in a beautifully petrifying way. jayce's maw hangs into a soundless O as viktor's name is punched right out of him like a register, forced to pause from pursing lips to kiss back because by god he cannot think to. sodden, electric jerks has his hips riding viktor's friction and matching his tempo, lifting his legs up over the other man's to offer more angle. by the time he realizes he has his back to the sheets again, bound by weight, jayce is feverishly grunting and grinding into the provided, blissful enclosure of both what was between their vitae as much as their mouths. from here, jayce grips the golden handles of viktor's hip bones and drives him forward in an aiding, deprived shove, his feet hooking ankles at the lowest dip of his pelvis. he's more lapping sloppy and carping for viktor than he was properly kissing him, but he has every damn reason to.
this was unreal, and getting him to climb the walls with his second, most swollen erection tonight. ]
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Date: 2025-04-25 02:31 am (UTC)[Muttered between fervent kisses, gasped into and again Jayce's mouth. It's a statement of wonder, appreciation, relief. That Jayce seems well again, that he's not death cold, not just a walking corpse brought back by Viktor's will. His desperation to not be alone, to keep the one man who ever, truly loved and understood him.
Then again, maybe the most of that is just friction between their bodies. Viktor literally rubbing off on him. Maybe that is just fine, though, isn't some terrible compromise. Viktor would do anything it took to keep Jayce warm, happy, and satisfied. The act between them now feels less than altruistic, as that previous sentiment held. He's driving down against Jayce on raw and unbound instincts. It feels like everything he wants to do in one moment. Crowding over Jayce, pinning him down, and just ravaging him. A predator insect that caught prey and now gets to toy about with it before a meal.
The appropriate restraint returns- no eating his partner. That urge can remain unfulfilled. It is better to just taste him, to just play and fuck and-]
Something- is there, something strange- [rich, in this moment, but it's Viktor's honest assessment. The root of his dicks ache and burn, edging release. The mana was practically free flowing, so this is different. It has a shape. Viktor can't bare pulling away from Jayce to look at himself and see, but the other man will feel it against him, swelling with smooth roundness, pushing slowly through the longer shaft. Firm and somewhat electric in energy. Viktor's no biologist, the closest he got to those type sciences was his work with plants or augmenting his own body. This is all new to him.
Marble sized eggs would not be the guess. They build at the base, slow to push one by one along the long shaft of his lower cock, towards release. Then sensation is already orgasmic, but it's not a shot and done ordeal. No, it's drawn out and lasting. Viktor is going through it,]
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Date: 2025-04-25 04:06 am (UTC)Viktor, [ jayce urges him, wants the trickling beads of mana between his legs to reach down further, make way for the mother of monstrous releases, that he wants nothing more than to have disgorged within him rather than between them, ] s-stretch me out. Hurry.
[ he doesn't know how the fuck he should be digesting this idea or the fact that he clearly wants this alien exchange. he just does, and finds his body reacting by being set aflame, pinprick sensations rising up with spine and prickling his neck, the back of his head, his lips and his throbbing, leaking erection that mixes with magic blue. rather than think it through coherently, jayce swallows it whole. and swallows. and dines. and swallows again. ]
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Date: 2025-04-25 04:27 am (UTC)You are- a madman- to want this- but so am I-
[So, he'll oblige. Viktor slips himself away from the man's cock, gliding his body downward, between the scoop of Jayce's legs spread for him. His monstrously large shaft wedges between the man's ass cheeks, rubs against his hole to spread thick mana, to tease him with still contained bulbs. Coordination is a bit lacking, but the tendril manages to fumble and thrash towards the demanded task. It slips inside Jayce's hole, thinner than a finger at the tip, only to widen as it moved further in. It swirls and rolls and spreads that lubrication all about that delicate point of entry. Prying Jayce open with care despite his terrible want to just shove deep in him, let out everything built up inside fill the man to bulge.
Viktor's left gasping and moaning, the engine of his body at full roar. Jayce needs to signal him to when it's actually okay to proceed. The more mobile tentacle could fuck him satisfied all on its own, but that's not what Jayce wants, nor Viktor. They can never do anything in half measures.]
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Date: 2025-04-25 05:11 am (UTC)with his arms slung around decorated shoulders and tifts of chocolate hair, jayce murmurs the end of his patience and escalates the trial to a full blown operation with just one choke. ]
Go, [ jayce bends his knees to the best of his ability to his chest, his stronger leg higher than the left, and practically inviting the tendril inward through his puckering entry. deep. thoroughly prepared. he takes it well, but this is not their apex. he won't settle just for this when he could be having all of viktor. ] please, [ the low reel of his voice is cracked and begging, greedy, mad, secure. ] I won't break. Don't stop for me.
[ no, he will very likely melt and pool by the time this is over, so . . . this is his permission. jayce is near certain he will cry. the bubbling in his chest warns him of tears just itching to burn from across his lenses out of sheer, powerful foretaste. he's waited, so long, he's wanted, so long— he wants to be handled as brashly as he hears viktor blast his engines to full drive, and he will relish in the aches and bruises and think of viktor far more than his stupid, undead chronic pains. ]
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Date: 2025-04-26 05:52 pm (UTC)I would- I will- You're safe with me, Jayce- You can say stop- I love you, I'll halt if you like- Please, just tell me...
[Even if Go sounds much sweeter, Viktor's love is of respect and regard for the other man. Not pushing too far, giving just the right amount. If Viktor gave everything, it would destroy himself... and he knows that would devastate Jayce more than it would be worth the sacrifice. They've done that before, they would likely do so over and over, but in this moment restraint is Viktor's most impressive feat of strength on offer.
The tendrils slips out from Jayce's hole, moving around beneath his other member to guide it to that entrance. The tip breaches with ease, a smooth guide that only bulges around the first of the beads within his shaft. Viktor realizes he's goddamn massive like this and that's saying something when he'd had a big dick when he was still fully a man.
He's careful, but not backing away without word from Jayce. Viktor would resent the man for treating him as fragile, and so he will not offer that treatment. No, Jayce is the toughest man he knows, but even that has limits and vulnerabilities. He's attentive and adoring, watching Jayce's face with a vastness of told and untold desire on his face. Making sure the man is as safe with him as vowed,]
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Date: 2025-04-27 01:18 am (UTC)the push of the first ridge teeters on a thin border of uncomfortable but tollerable, girth spreading him in a way that made jayce feel like he'd split open from bottom to top. it makes him shiver and race his breathing as he tends to stilled adjustments and peppered whimpering puffed onto the bump of viktor's nose, his ass straining tightly against the intrusion and testing the boundaries. outright pain transmits and translates differently since his death, not as sharp and limiting, but if he had to describe anything about himself right now it was that he was blooming. receptive. his dead cells danced and flooded his paper skin with mulberry hues and sensations that would otherwise be dulled to a bore. he doesn't want to get rid of it. he wants to cling to this illusion of being alive as long as it granted him the chance to feel . . . this. viktor on top, loving him with devoted ferocity and being allowed to squeeze his thighs around his hips, his arms around his neck like a blanket and react wildly, in kind, like two twin stars blinking at each other and pulling them into a dangerous orbit.
he's never been fucked before. it's initially hard to relax, but he gets there because of viktor's patience and restraint, fearless and secured by things as simple as being reminded of the strange purring in his chest that reverberated into jayce's own like a yell into an empty cave. he nods, a firm press of his forehead to viktor's, before he blubbers, the veneration in his eyes making them glaze with a reflecting shine just as the ugly scar branding his face does when the light hits it just right: ]
I— I won't have to. Not with you.
[ his heels dig against viktor's backside, wordlessly accepting and asking for more of him. he's sure to absorb him better, now. less pulsing strain against the lively thump of the monstrous cock digging in like an arrow's head to flesh. ]
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Date: 2025-04-28 01:48 am (UTC)[Viktor babbles right back, in hot and short bursts of breath. Between urgent and fervent kisses, each aggressive in their intimacy. The sex they're having is so intense and wild that it throws any propriety away. Far flung, ideas of decency. He wants to fuck Jayce well, all that makes that difficult is his own inexperience with his own body. The experimentation does have an appeal he tries to align himself with,
What is best to try next, with his massive cock dug half the length into Jayce? Pushing further wouldn't do, might harm him or be too tightly wound for Viktor's sensitive state. He pulls back, nearly slips out from the amount of mana thick liquid smeared within his partner. Inside again, the eggs in his dick rolling just slightly with the motion, but it felt like everything. More release from the base, pile up, and Viktor cannot say he wants any to escape just yet. The pressure is obscenely pleasurable. He begins to fuck Jayce in earnest, thrusting in further with very gradual progress. No rushing, no being done with this too soon, Viktor wants such heights to go on and on, if only Jayce can handle them,]
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Date: 2025-04-28 04:28 pm (UTC)—Oh, [ sounds until now had amounted to drudging, to compact grunts and snarled groans of viktor's name jabbed out of his throat. of things he liked being done, like pulling his hair or leaving lovebites, bruises, or simply sweet, driveling encouragement to continue his gradual tempo. he could lay in it for the rest of time. but, this was different. this was jayce scraping the start of truly coming undone, the spot viktor had repeatedly bumped now a swollen lump that flared his core like lava melting metal. ] Viktor, please, there—
[ jayce hastely adjusts his legs, from hanging around viktor's waist to his injured leg falling sideways, parting, and the other, better leg, swinging over his shoulder and relaxing to bend as far as he could take his knee. scambling hands pull for viktor because it still felt like they weren't close enough, there's too much skin and bone in the way he wants to melt into him wants disappear in him— ]
Closer—
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Date: 2025-04-29 01:53 am (UTC)Viktor scoops both arms around Jayce to his back, scooping him upright. Into Viktor's chest and lap, Viktor angling himself perfectly upright from his hips to his shoulders. The Hexclaw gets involved, twisting forward to help support Jayce's middle back. That way, Viktor's palms can both drop down his body, groping each side of Jayce's firm ass in hands. Gravity does most of the work to skewer Jayce on his bulbous cock.]
Enough for you-? Keep your arms around me. [it helps balance this whole machine out, Viktor not wasting time to moving, able to rise and fall Jayce with his great strength. Bounce him along the length of that thick member, if never all the way down to the base, still cautious to what Jayce can really take. The tendril involves itself further, slipping along Jayce's taint and wrapping around his balls. Rolling and squeezing them with delicate affection which only adds to the intensity of all that's happening at once.]
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