[ 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: 2025-06-05 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. ]