[ 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.]
[ jayce locks one arm across the metal knobs of viktor's back and the other bent around his neck, both of his partner's arms and then the third securing his position in a way that he feels guarded enough to not worry about where he could fall as his legs adjust beneath them— because he won't. the wide scar across his back scratched upon by the claw's assistance thrills the hairs on jayce from his scalp to his calves. it's only a moment of stretching his injured leg and bending his good leg at the knee before the pair go untamed again, the first spear onto viktor knocking the air jayce had last left in his lungs in a dry yell that breaks like crisp autumn leaves. it's the consistency that makes his head fucking spin like a top. viktor springs his ass up and down, the trajectory of his unnatural shaft scrapes at jayce's begging prostate and the undead's own leaking dick bounds between them until jayce squeezes their chests as tightly as he could. the angle further backwards didn't work. he needs to be as forward as possible—
jayce's jaws clasp tight and snarl deep profanities and fervent hymns into viktor's ears, victims of tight bites that strain their force to not break the soft lobes and cartilage until he can't take it and chooses a tough spot of collar bone and meat of the neck wrapped in metal to crunch his teeth both uselessly and desperately. he's fucking him impressively, teasing him with wet lather coiled around his stones like malleable playthings. it's beyond the thought of good. viktor's metal, if anything, is a good bit. strangles the jumps of his growls until the salivating around it turns into froth. jayce's moans grow sharper and his lips drag open to a tug of viktor's hair in his fist to bring his face to face his greed and hunger, shivering, heavy puffs that stutter breathing but string the words. ]
All of you—
[ before he could fall all the way, viktor buffers his fall, and there is more— more that couldd send him crashing. ]
You'll have me- All of me- I'm so close to giving you everything-
[a fair warning, though they're both so caught up in the moment, would either ever consider backing down now? Not a chance. Not in either of their character. They're so perfectly made for one another in that way. Viktor will maintain just enough composure to ease Jayce to taking the full length of his lower dock. They rock together, Viktor's strength in this form and Jayce's eager momentum the perfect sway of a pendulum. Viktor allows the man to sink deeper each sway, until his ass bottoms out with a slap of skin against melty, pliant metal plate.
With that, the first of those eggs dislodges, mana rushing with it. The rest are going to be quick to follow. Viktor moaning out ragged and deep, that sustained feeling of orgasm hitting a new level of height and depth. He sinks Jayce to his base so he can seed him at his furthest point, the urge all impulse and instinct. His body continues that engine roar, voice purring in mechanical reverb within such volume,]
[ jayce felt like he could bifurcate once the only resistance was inorganic slabs of thighs to rump, filling him completely. he takes the brunt like an impact crash, gasping inward that drawls a shout to fill and drain his reanimated lungs with fodder that only inflames his corpse's need to react and act. it doesn't fail him, in that regard— the surge blood gives him provolks a sensitivity he's never experienced. a grind in the right direction, the right, swollen spot escalates jayce's croon. dead cells are thrice alive in the way they thrash and flush him an almost magenta hue where it should build and spread. they are bumping and grating and jayce's trembling arms taut with tension squeeze whilst fingers hook and coil around metalic holes meant to decorate viktor's evolved framing. anything, anything.
jayce feels— something eject. forces itself within him and spills, wet and charged, and while jayce had an idea of what awaited him until this point after accepting it, there was still a certain level of unreadiness that shocks him into wide eyes and quivering ears. even the rotting pieces of colorful velvet seem to shimmer like winking stars. he sees them swim around, speaking of stars. a pang rings in his ears like soft, steady whistle. he does not let go, but he is so very close to snapping that he cannot respond with words. only with sounds, a crack of an eerie yelp that sounded like iron scraping a chalkboard. a silent cry follows and lips fall open, slacking, getting his grips to go white around the joints as he reaches the start of a peaking spasm his muscle was too close to releasing. ]
[Impulses contradict as Viktor feels his partner gripping, gasping, shaking in his arms. Don't let go he wants to say, because he cannot imagine Jayce pushing away and rejecting him now. After all they went through, such a thought might drive him to utter madness. Let go is also considered, not as a command, but as permission. Jayce deserves to let so much terror, pain, and tension go. He shouldn't be burdened with it, shouldn't have to carry so much weight.
Clever, even with brain foggy in afterglow, Viktor finds what he actually wants to say. Blends the sentiments, his arms pulling around Jayce to embrace him in all three arms. Held so completely upright and sturdy that even if Jayce let all the energy fall out of his body, went ragdoll limp throughout, Viktor would still be holding him safe and secure,]
You are mine, Jayce... I have you. You belong with me.
[deeply, darkly, obsessively possessive. And Viktor cannot care to recant it, won't take it back. They found where they belong and it is as partners, it is with one another.
By god, what has Viktor done to this man, though? Sensitivity and clarity rush back in like a tsunamis tidal pull. He lifts Jayce one last time, just enough that Viktor's lower cock and slide free from the depths it buried into. The wriggling, prehensile one partially takes the other member's place. Instead of diving inside, it fits horizontal, flatly along Jayce's entrance. Plugging that well fucked gape so he doesn't spill out what was put in him. Subtle wave motion massages with slow, firm attention so Jayce's body can simultaneously relax and tighten, that ring of muscle given way to ease closed. Should Jayce keep whatever he's just been filled with-? Unknown. Yet, Viktor's love dumb and contending with a mating drive for the time in his life. He's certain he wants Jayce to stay full of him, tilled and seeded.
They can be more rational when they come down from this high together, or Jayce gives him literally any indication of unwelcome.]
[ jayce wouldn't be able to parse where or what had caused him to tip over if asked, only that he comes— and it is earthshattering. not merely penile and by gods it doesn't even have to be, not when it's his entire body that tremors to its arrival and his reverberates a cry that should only be heard within the walls of their room. revering. he loses track of what he could see as his eyes roll behind fluttering lids and the croaking gape of his lips stays floating apart. he lets it all go: worries, stress, fear, chronic pains— but not viktor and this wrapping climax that should probably be questionable but fuck if he was the right person to question, anyway. he's always pounding away at his problems— it was lightyears beyond great, for once, that someone else was doing it for him. claiming him with spend and dark words that cloaks him in such an easy escape that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to go back to what he used to be. not ever.
jayce feels nothing but the bliss of an amazing, far-flung crash, the release of wounded tension like tight springs that have burst from their curls makes its home in his frame releasing its weight upon viktor. the foreign sphere rolls and jostles within him, deep and a snug fit around his spasming walls, and yet jayce still has the gall to whine, littered with objections, when viktor leaves him half-empty. wet lips drool against his partner's gnawed (but fairly intact, thanks to the metal) neck.
he'd take him again, if he could. again and again. ]
F— Fuck. Oh, [ gasping, ] gods, I'm, completely— [ undone. trashed. full. he's everything, but his head bobs to add only a breathless: ] yours.
[Viktor's body creaks and settles where it is, down on his knees, bending the mattress beneath so much combined weight. His own body and Jayce's, suspended up in his many arms, relaxing like a tower set into sturdy foundation. He does not want to let the man down, though rational thought tells him too. Jayce should be allowed to fully sink into the softness of sheets and pillows, rather than the mechanical heat of Viktor's frame.
In a minute, in a minute... he cannot bare to let his partner go even that far from him. Viktor nuzzles the man, seeking to nudge their foreheads together, to catch his lips. To be gently and distractedly gnawed on, even. Whatever it is that Jayce may desire in his blissful afterglow proceeding so much shared passion.
Viktor's voice returns to the usual quiet, more human after so much wild and instinctual indulgence. He feels less like a monster than he has in... months, really. Humanity warm in his chest and memory. They're still them. Fundamentally. Somehow, that cannot be changed. It's comforting and... defiant.]
You are... and I love you, Jayce. [hands and smooth sides of claws pet the man, adoring, speaking to him so softly,] Are you alright-? I will... set you down, in a moment, I promise.
[ jayce does not and will not care. he'd rather be still in sleek slabs of viktor than a cushion, and it's both a dash of luck and curse that his muscles wouldn't miss softness much, not when discomfort is as dulled as comfort itself. it's the heat that draws him like a moth to a pyre, whether his belly was full of not. he was flush with viktor's blood and smothered in his passion. he wasn't going anywhere. he nestles into his neck with his chin and the bush of a beard like he wishes he could with his ribs— a morbid thought he doesn't linger on for long in favor of basking, in breathing out unnecessary sighs and allowing plush lips to curve with each one. by the time they find each other's foreheads, jayce feels at home. he never wants to leave the moment, of a now gentle kiss his lips gravitate towardm sucking in his breath to hover within it infinitely. outside of it will be chilled and murky, painful. frightening. always bearable if he had viktor to lean on. ]
I don't want you to, Viktor. [ with viktor's face framed by his palms hot with memory, jayce's thumbs carve a pathway that follow his partner's cheekbones up and down. the musk of them was potent, charged, a blanket over them and lingering in the slick spend between the inner crease of his legs. ] I adore you.
[Viktor lifts his gaze to match Jayce's. He's always had warm, honey gold eyes. Now, they're changed. Blue and icy, but there is still a burning quality. The blue at the hottest point of the flame. Still heated. Still... Jayce. His Jayce.
He sighs with relief and nudges his forehead to Jayce's, reveling in the gesture of love. Viktor hadn't shared that with anybody in his adult life, nobody else understood him like Jayce. Nobody else possibly could.]
I love you... I love you, Jayce. My partner. In all things. I won't set you down if you don't wish it.
[Holding up Jayce isn't straining. At least, not as much as it is satisfying. The longer the two can remain tangled up so fully in one another, the better.]
[ to hear it over and over again is blissful. as the height of jayce's emotion dies down, the ice blue of his eyes flicker like a dancing flame. the color twists, melds, returns to a boiling honey-gold on his right, and a fragmented fractal of colors in his left, where the arcane has invaded. he could revel in this now for centuries. an infinite embrace that will keep his corpse warm. noses brush at their tips and the habit of breath is shared; in jayce's case, it's the scent he keeps chasing with every inhale, keeping the curve in his lips lively to the point that they crack at the stark curve of stained canines. his arms are kept snug around his shoulders, fingers playing with the coils of his hair or following the curvatures of the little gold-trimmed holes in the purple slabs of his hexcorized body. ]
That was all . . . [ he hushes, gently and predominantly affectionate: ] Insanity.
Yes... it was. [Viktor agrees promptly. Insanity. That is the best and more accurate definition of their way of loving one another. That the sex matches shouldn't be all that surprising. He's still reeling from it, though. Jayce... doing all this with Jayce. His partner for so long. Wasn't like he hadn't thought about it, but... didn't look anything like this. This was unimaginable.
He huffs a tired and embarrassed laugh, mechanical body groaning as it's settling from blissful afterglow. Reality... is setting it... isn't that just awful?]
... I do not know what I put in you. I'm afraid to find out. [how out of character for him, he's usually so thrilled by new discovery! This one is worthy of some healthy shame, though, isn't it? They, but especially him, really got all caught up in that moment.]
[ only partially. maybe not at all. at least not for jayce, he's settled into the roots of his freak and content in how viktor has matched it so flawlessly he's still a jell-o mound of heated flesh taken beyond expectation (and jayce, for the record, has not finished his list of freak; he'd still want to be roughened, better left for another time— this tender reprise and first times were needed and already so much to digest). slouched up against the deep whirr of viktor's heart, jayce groans a teasing quip at that, sliding a finger into the holes of the protective golden coils of viktor's shoulder plates. with his cheek pressed to purple not-flesh, jayce has his brows raised and the gapin his teeth a flash of charm that tilts up. ]
What happened to "Nothing ventured, nothing gained"? [ in reality, it's completely valid. that was not a normal load. but, viktor has been jayce's urging little devil for years.maybe it was jayce's turn to tempt his ease back into something insane for the good of progress. their progress, for once. he's wuiet, but he's earnest: ] Look— I am, too.
[ but it's a healthy sort of fear. it's more thrill than outright fear. like the drop before a park ride. the high leap before a few second fall into water. the smile he wears make him look like a damn liar, but. he's trusting. more trusting of viktor than his new biology. ]
What lewd context to place that sentiment in... [Viktor huffs, though it cannot be helped. They hornied their way into this mess, they are stuck with the consequence and clean up of it. Viktor arms loosen their hold a bit to begin adjusting Jayce,]
I will have to put you down.... eeh, do you think the shower is the better place? Or is that too far to be carried?
[Wouldn't matter to Viktor and it isn't like the bed has been spared up to this point. His priority now is doting on his partner and caring for him as best he can.]
[ if anything, they should take advantage of the larger living space and cramped, but certainly not less advantageous fact that the washroom is right there, so one look back and then to viktor has jayce deciding, to spare the sheets any washing or even questioning, for that matter— ]
If you've got me, [ he can't do much but make sure he's secure, so jayce clasps his arms around viktor's neck, stiffins his legs and nods, ] let's go.
[Said without hesitation. Viktor's glad for Jayce's firm grasp on him in turn, that helps make the whole balancing act more stable. He lifts himself and Jayce along with to the bathroom. Stepping himself into the tub basic, he eases to sit with Jayce ahead of him this time around. Overlong limbs flank the man on all It is better... to not turn that on, instead opting for the lower faucet to directly fill the basin itself. Better to not soak Jayce's chest bandages and waterlog his chest cavity... just sitting waist deep in water is likely best.
Since the man is still facing him, Viktor pets aside some of Jayce's long hair, stuck with sweat to his forehead, back behind his ear. A couple doting kisses to his temple and split eyebrow. Wordlessly seeking approval this is an okay positioning.
The water is cold to start so, well, Viktor isn't plugging the drain up just yet. Sometimes they luck out and get some warm water from the Convoy system after all. Though, Jayce's body probably doesn't physically care either way, the principle of keeping him warm remains in Viktor's mind.]
[ it doesn't, and at the same time, does. jayce's sensitivity is a tricky beast, relying on the heat of feeding, flesh and blood, to keep his tissues as close to a living state as possible now. they generate heat in an artificial way. a way that masks the cold in his bones. he is quite warm in the moment, the meal considered fresh within the last few hours. the water doesn't feel cold, but it doesn't feel warm, either— one of the few nuisances of being a walking corpse: very few things intice a reaction from within. temperature was one of them, chilled nearly all the time . . . except for now. it is not an external factor that keeps him warm, but an internal one. to something may have once upon a time jolted to the feeling, especially with an engrained dislike for cold, there is no reaction at all.
only the conversation of soft, honeyed preening shared back and forth. jayce's arms have loosened, but not unraveled. swollen lips press into the curve of viktor's chin, into the root of his neck, the inside of his cheek, dipping his nose until it dents his flesh to take in the smell of his hair, sweat-slick and metalic. if viktor was asking, jayce was responding in duet; this was perfectly fine. he might just have to watch how he inclines his head, or nudges him; the antlers are quite spacey.
there is one spot he always comes back to. as viktor sets the drain and eventually turns the knobs of the water supply, jayce keeps a thumbpad just underneath the corner of viktor's bottom lip, traveling upward in a featherlight motion to brush at the mole above it. his legs barely fit in here while jayce's only problem are the chronic pains throbbing up his shins and knees, making the bags under his eyes twinge in a way he's certain he's good at hiding it (he's not). ]
I should stretch my legs out.
[ his only complaint, which will have him turning with his back to viktor's front. they slot well enough that way. ]
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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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Date: 2025-04-29 04:05 pm (UTC)jayce's jaws clasp tight and snarl deep profanities and fervent hymns into viktor's ears, victims of tight bites that strain their force to not break the soft lobes and cartilage until he can't take it and chooses a tough spot of collar bone and meat of the neck wrapped in metal to crunch his teeth both uselessly and desperately. he's fucking him impressively, teasing him with wet lather coiled around his stones like malleable playthings. it's beyond the thought of good. viktor's metal, if anything, is a good bit. strangles the jumps of his growls until the salivating around it turns into froth. jayce's moans grow sharper and his lips drag open to a tug of viktor's hair in his fist to bring his face to face his greed and hunger, shivering, heavy puffs that stutter breathing but string the words. ]
All of you—
[ before he could fall all the way, viktor buffers his fall, and there is more— more that couldd send him crashing. ]
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Date: 2025-05-04 08:47 pm (UTC)[a fair warning, though they're both so caught up in the moment, would either ever consider backing down now? Not a chance. Not in either of their character. They're so perfectly made for one another in that way. Viktor will maintain just enough composure to ease Jayce to taking the full length of his lower dock. They rock together, Viktor's strength in this form and Jayce's eager momentum the perfect sway of a pendulum. Viktor allows the man to sink deeper each sway, until his ass bottoms out with a slap of skin against melty, pliant metal plate.
With that, the first of those eggs dislodges, mana rushing with it. The rest are going to be quick to follow. Viktor moaning out ragged and deep, that sustained feeling of orgasm hitting a new level of height and depth. He sinks Jayce to his base so he can seed him at his furthest point, the urge all impulse and instinct. His body continues that engine roar, voice purring in mechanical reverb within such volume,]
Jayce, Jayce, I love you- please, don't let go-
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Date: 2025-05-07 04:30 pm (UTC)[ jayce felt like he could bifurcate once the only resistance was inorganic slabs of thighs to rump, filling him completely. he takes the brunt like an impact crash, gasping inward that drawls a shout to fill and drain his reanimated lungs with fodder that only inflames his corpse's need to react and act. it doesn't fail him, in that regard— the surge blood gives him provolks a sensitivity he's never experienced. a grind in the right direction, the right, swollen spot escalates jayce's croon. dead cells are thrice alive in the way they thrash and flush him an almost magenta hue where it should build and spread. they are bumping and grating and jayce's trembling arms taut with tension squeeze whilst fingers hook and coil around metalic holes meant to decorate viktor's evolved framing. anything, anything.
jayce feels— something eject. forces itself within him and spills, wet and charged, and while jayce had an idea of what awaited him until this point after accepting it, there was still a certain level of unreadiness that shocks him into wide eyes and quivering ears. even the rotting pieces of colorful velvet seem to shimmer like winking stars. he sees them swim around, speaking of stars. a pang rings in his ears like soft, steady whistle. he does not let go, but he is so very close to snapping that he cannot respond with words. only with sounds, a crack of an eerie yelp that sounded like iron scraping a chalkboard. a silent cry follows and lips fall open, slacking, getting his grips to go white around the joints as he reaches the start of a peaking spasm his muscle was too close to releasing. ]
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Date: 2025-05-11 03:31 pm (UTC)Clever, even with brain foggy in afterglow, Viktor finds what he actually wants to say. Blends the sentiments, his arms pulling around Jayce to embrace him in all three arms. Held so completely upright and sturdy that even if Jayce let all the energy fall out of his body, went ragdoll limp throughout, Viktor would still be holding him safe and secure,]
You are mine, Jayce... I have you. You belong with me.
[deeply, darkly, obsessively possessive. And Viktor cannot care to recant it, won't take it back. They found where they belong and it is as partners, it is with one another.
By god, what has Viktor done to this man, though? Sensitivity and clarity rush back in like a tsunamis tidal pull. He lifts Jayce one last time, just enough that Viktor's lower cock and slide free from the depths it buried into. The wriggling, prehensile one partially takes the other member's place. Instead of diving inside, it fits horizontal, flatly along Jayce's entrance. Plugging that well fucked gape so he doesn't spill out what was put in him. Subtle wave motion massages with slow, firm attention so Jayce's body can simultaneously relax and tighten, that ring of muscle given way to ease closed. Should Jayce keep whatever he's just been filled with-? Unknown. Yet, Viktor's love dumb and contending with a mating drive for the time in his life. He's certain he wants Jayce to stay full of him, tilled and seeded.
They can be more rational when they come down from this high together, or Jayce gives him literally any indication of unwelcome.]
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Date: 2025-05-15 04:05 pm (UTC)jayce feels nothing but the bliss of an amazing, far-flung crash, the release of wounded tension like tight springs that have burst from their curls makes its home in his frame releasing its weight upon viktor. the foreign sphere rolls and jostles within him, deep and a snug fit around his spasming walls, and yet jayce still has the gall to whine, littered with objections, when viktor leaves him half-empty. wet lips drool against his partner's gnawed (but fairly intact, thanks to the metal) neck.
he'd take him again, if he could. again and again. ]
F— Fuck. Oh, [ gasping, ] gods, I'm, completely— [ undone. trashed. full. he's everything, but his head bobs to add only a breathless: ] yours.
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Date: 2025-05-20 03:38 pm (UTC)In a minute, in a minute... he cannot bare to let his partner go even that far from him. Viktor nuzzles the man, seeking to nudge their foreheads together, to catch his lips. To be gently and distractedly gnawed on, even. Whatever it is that Jayce may desire in his blissful afterglow proceeding so much shared passion.
Viktor's voice returns to the usual quiet, more human after so much wild and instinctual indulgence. He feels less like a monster than he has in... months, really. Humanity warm in his chest and memory. They're still them. Fundamentally. Somehow, that cannot be changed. It's comforting and... defiant.]
You are... and I love you, Jayce. [hands and smooth sides of claws pet the man, adoring, speaking to him so softly,] Are you alright-? I will... set you down, in a moment, I promise.
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Date: 2025-05-21 04:33 pm (UTC)I don't want you to, Viktor. [ with viktor's face framed by his palms hot with memory, jayce's thumbs carve a pathway that follow his partner's cheekbones up and down. the musk of them was potent, charged, a blanket over them and lingering in the slick spend between the inner crease of his legs. ] I adore you.
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Date: 2025-05-25 06:42 pm (UTC)He sighs with relief and nudges his forehead to Jayce's, reveling in the gesture of love. Viktor hadn't shared that with anybody in his adult life, nobody else understood him like Jayce. Nobody else possibly could.]
I love you... I love you, Jayce. My partner. In all things. I won't set you down if you don't wish it.
[Holding up Jayce isn't straining. At least, not as much as it is satisfying. The longer the two can remain tangled up so fully in one another, the better.]
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Date: 2025-05-28 04:15 pm (UTC)That was all . . . [ he hushes, gently and predominantly affectionate: ] Insanity.
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Date: 2025-05-28 05:13 pm (UTC)He huffs a tired and embarrassed laugh, mechanical body groaning as it's settling from blissful afterglow. Reality... is setting it... isn't that just awful?]
... I do not know what I put in you. I'm afraid to find out. [how out of character for him, he's usually so thrilled by new discovery! This one is worthy of some healthy shame, though, isn't it? They, but especially him, really got all caught up in that moment.]
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Date: 2025-05-29 02:46 am (UTC)What happened to "Nothing ventured, nothing gained"? [ in reality, it's completely valid. that was not a normal load. but, viktor has been jayce's urging little devil for years.maybe it was jayce's turn to tempt his ease back into something insane for the good of progress. their progress, for once. he's wuiet, but he's earnest: ] Look— I am, too.
[ but it's a healthy sort of fear. it's more thrill than outright fear. like the drop before a park ride. the high leap before a few second fall into water. the smile he wears make him look like a damn liar, but. he's trusting. more trusting of viktor than his new biology. ]
But we'll face it together, like we always have.
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Date: 2025-05-31 06:13 pm (UTC)I will have to put you down.... eeh, do you think the shower is the better place? Or is that too far to be carried?
[Wouldn't matter to Viktor and it isn't like the bed has been spared up to this point. His priority now is doting on his partner and caring for him as best he can.]
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Date: 2025-06-04 04:35 pm (UTC)If you've got me, [ he can't do much but make sure he's secure, so jayce clasps his arms around viktor's neck, stiffins his legs and nods, ] let's go.
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Date: 2025-06-04 05:02 pm (UTC)[Said without hesitation. Viktor's glad for Jayce's firm grasp on him in turn, that helps make the whole balancing act more stable. He lifts himself and Jayce along with to the bathroom. Stepping himself into the tub basic, he eases to sit with Jayce ahead of him this time around. Overlong limbs flank the man on all It is better... to not turn that on, instead opting for the lower faucet to directly fill the basin itself. Better to not soak Jayce's chest bandages and waterlog his chest cavity... just sitting waist deep in water is likely best.
Since the man is still facing him, Viktor pets aside some of Jayce's long hair, stuck with sweat to his forehead, back behind his ear. A couple doting kisses to his temple and split eyebrow. Wordlessly seeking approval this is an okay positioning.
The water is cold to start so, well, Viktor isn't plugging the drain up just yet. Sometimes they luck out and get some warm water from the Convoy system after all. Though, Jayce's body probably doesn't physically care either way, the principle of keeping him warm remains in Viktor's mind.]
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Date: 2025-06-05 12:46 am (UTC)only the conversation of soft, honeyed preening shared back and forth. jayce's arms have loosened, but not unraveled. swollen lips press into the curve of viktor's chin, into the root of his neck, the inside of his cheek, dipping his nose until it dents his flesh to take in the smell of his hair, sweat-slick and metalic. if viktor was asking, jayce was responding in duet; this was perfectly fine. he might just have to watch how he inclines his head, or nudges him; the antlers are quite spacey.
there is one spot he always comes back to. as viktor sets the drain and eventually turns the knobs of the water supply, jayce keeps a thumbpad just underneath the corner of viktor's bottom lip, traveling upward in a featherlight motion to brush at the mole above it. his legs barely fit in here while jayce's only problem are the chronic pains throbbing up his shins and knees, making the bags under his eyes twinge in a way he's certain he's good at hiding it (he's not). ]
I should stretch my legs out.
[ his only complaint, which will have him turning with his back to viktor's front. they slot well enough that way. ]
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