[ 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. ]
Oh, of course... [Viktor mentally complains about this, too, but it is kept to himself. However Jayce wants to be settled in he should get. It takes some maneuvering, but Viktor can help untangle himself from the other man and turn him around, setting him between Viktor's long and spindly legs. There is no way for him to stretch out in the bath, but that is just fine, he doesn't feel the same stiffness of muscles as he once did. His machine and bug-like fusion is more cooperative at the joints than he's ever known as a man.
His arms wrap around Jayce's front and hug him from behind, Viktor giving a gentle squeeze. His face buries into the man's fluffy mop of hair and kiss his scalp where he can. Apologetic, in a way, knowing his body must ache from so much at once. Not just the sex, but the feeding before that... though, maybe Jayce needs to do the latter again after all that.]
[ we all know how much jayce likes being the little spoon, so there are no actual qualms there. with his legs outstretched, the strain put on keeping them bent lessens significantly. this way, he might be able to clean his chest, change his bandages— not his favorite activity, but if there's viktor's company to account for, jayce feels more confident. feeling at the center of attention of viktor's affections, jayce tips his head back with a breathless huff of a laugh, seeking his partner's hand to hook his slightly shaky fingers into spindly metal cuffs. you'll never get him to stop sticking his fingers into his holes unprompted— ]
Full, [ heh. he tips his head back to viktor's chest, that was both a joke of metaphorical and literal sense, ] warm, and— euphoric. Energetic.
[ as much as the release of tension was explosive, jayce still felt like he could— sit and create until the late hours. go at it again. anything. ]
Like I can do anything and then some. [ the exposed apple of his throat bobs as he swallows, the tingle on his tongue still a burning reminder of his meal, right along with the lovely ache of being thoroughly fucked. jayce's face turns enough to keep his gaze on viktor, a hand bending to the knuckles to graze his cheekbones. ] Figures that's what you do to me.
[Viktor looks back at him with a wry expression, somewhere between bashfulness and admiration. Or both at once, that's probably it. His emotions are swimming so much that it's difficult to sort anything out. He hasn't been good at that in the best of times...]
Figures you would take a time like this to be romantic...
[Clearly, he's appreciative of it, but there is a giddy awkwardness to such afterglow. He feels almost immature in the amazement that's settling in. All they've been through and then... this! Viktor's overdue confession and wild sex. How else could it even be with the kind of build up they've shared? So many years and so much intimacy, only for this to be how they get to this point, losing their minds in love,]
We should focus on cleaning up, before anything else. [...] Aren't you discomforted with what I pushed inside of you? They felt like... marbles or... crystals-?
[ jayce laughs a little, supressed and within the wall of his lips only to turn his head to press a kiss to the slab of viktor's lean pectoral, all while lacing fingers to finger spaces and bringing those up to tickle the side of his beard. with a widen of his eyes at eggs, oh gods . . . can he actually say he's weirded out? because he's not.
viktor fucked a living corpse for starters, so, there's nothing that could out-weird them at this point. although the ever inquisitive part of jayce wants to find out and stick them under a microscope. ]
There's a pressure, [ but not quite discomfort, ] if we can get them going, I can push, and . . . [ a little sideways click of his head, ] we'll find out.
[ if he sounds more enthused than he is weirded out, it's because he is; he's mentally stimulated. ther's no going back, now. ]
[Viktor echoes, because there is some comfort from the embarrassment and awkwardness in that. They are just the same in their ridiculous, devoted, scientific curiosity. This would be very good to know! About himself! What are those things? His new biology should be understood as well as they understand Jayce's new state of being. Ignoring himself because it was easier to focus on Jayce could only carry them so long...
So, Viktor will brace one splayed hand to the interior of Jayce's thigh so his legs can be braced and spread. His other palm will move to low on his partner's swollen belly, stuffed from food and this. Warm digits massage into place, soothing, or at least attempting to be. Encouraging the man to relax and release what is... probably best ejected instead of left to seed within,]
[ jayce's legs easily fall sideways. if they're embarrassed now (which, jayce might be feeling it a bit), at least they're together even in that. jayce tosses his head forward and presses his eyes shut, a hand placed right over viktor's for a squeeze, grounding support. he's not looking at him, but, he's with him— and appreciates this quiet lull of unspoken understanding. this is very weird. positively weird as the aftermath settles. action, reaction.
just— breathe in. breathe out. and expel. it takes a bit of time, coaxing and quiet between them, but eventually, one of the gem-things glides out, with the others following in suit.
this is so weird this is so weird this is so weird. but jayce had no room anywhere to talk. he's the freak for wanting it. ]
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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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Date: 2025-06-05 03:49 pm (UTC)His arms wrap around Jayce's front and hug him from behind, Viktor giving a gentle squeeze. His face buries into the man's fluffy mop of hair and kiss his scalp where he can. Apologetic, in a way, knowing his body must ache from so much at once. Not just the sex, but the feeding before that... though, maybe Jayce needs to do the latter again after all that.]
How do you feel, Jayce? Be your most honest...
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Date: 2025-06-06 11:24 am (UTC)Full, [ heh. he tips his head back to viktor's chest, that was both a joke of metaphorical and literal sense, ] warm, and— euphoric. Energetic.
[ as much as the release of tension was explosive, jayce still felt like he could— sit and create until the late hours. go at it again. anything. ]
Like I can do anything and then some. [ the exposed apple of his throat bobs as he swallows, the tingle on his tongue still a burning reminder of his meal, right along with the lovely ache of being thoroughly fucked. jayce's face turns enough to keep his gaze on viktor, a hand bending to the knuckles to graze his cheekbones. ] Figures that's what you do to me.
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Date: 2025-06-09 07:14 pm (UTC)Figures you would take a time like this to be romantic...
[Clearly, he's appreciative of it, but there is a giddy awkwardness to such afterglow. He feels almost immature in the amazement that's settling in. All they've been through and then... this! Viktor's overdue confession and wild sex. How else could it even be with the kind of build up they've shared? So many years and so much intimacy, only for this to be how they get to this point, losing their minds in love,]
We should focus on cleaning up, before anything else. [...] Aren't you discomforted with what I pushed inside of you? They felt like... marbles or... crystals-?
[. . .]
I hope they are not eggs... they might be eggs...
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Date: 2025-06-13 02:11 am (UTC)viktor fucked a living corpse for starters, so, there's nothing that could out-weird them at this point. although the ever inquisitive part of jayce wants to find out and stick them under a microscope. ]
There's a pressure, [ but not quite discomfort, ] if we can get them going, I can push, and . . . [ a little sideways click of his head, ] we'll find out.
[ if he sounds more enthused than he is weirded out, it's because he is; he's mentally stimulated. ther's no going back, now. ]
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Date: 2025-07-01 05:52 pm (UTC)[Viktor echoes, because there is some comfort from the embarrassment and awkwardness in that. They are just the same in their ridiculous, devoted, scientific curiosity. This would be very good to know! About himself! What are those things? His new biology should be understood as well as they understand Jayce's new state of being. Ignoring himself because it was easier to focus on Jayce could only carry them so long...
So, Viktor will brace one splayed hand to the interior of Jayce's thigh so his legs can be braced and spread. His other palm will move to low on his partner's swollen belly, stuffed from food and this. Warm digits massage into place, soothing, or at least attempting to be. Encouraging the man to relax and release what is... probably best ejected instead of left to seed within,]
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Date: 2025-07-07 02:56 pm (UTC)just— breathe in. breathe out. and expel. it takes a bit of time, coaxing and quiet between them, but eventually, one of the gem-things glides out, with the others following in suit.
this is so weird this is so weird this is so weird. but jayce had no room anywhere to talk. he's the freak for wanting it. ]