[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: 2025-06-09 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. ]