[Jayce's hand grabs one of his and pins it up over his head, into the layer of soil. Deep, sinking, until the metal of Viktor's knuckles hits the bedrock his the truck lining. His fingers link into place, finding their teeth in the cogwork of Jayce's hand. Fingers interlock and it feels like they belong together, one unit, built to match. Viktor holds tight, pinning Jayce to him, making him unable to pull away as much as Viktor is pinned down with weight and pressure.
His legs pull away and then find their new, better placement, in turn. Spreading, lifting over Jayce's still broad thighs. Hooking around him, a spider's embrace of too many limbs. The kind of embrace that would be a mates very last, with a widow like Viktor. This would all be such ridiculous heartache to suffer, just to kill Jayce once more. Viktor doesn't wish such destruction in the slightest, he wants to hold Jayce safely in his hold. Possessive and yearning to be sought after in the ways only Jayce does for him.
There's just one last way they need to connect-]
Yes, yes- Jayce... aa- haa... [Viktor mutters encouragement and gasps to be entered, unable to close his mouth fully as he shudders out panted, eager gasps. It feels strange, splitting, but profoundly satisfying. His slit oozes around Jayce's tapered cock, spilling over with blue. Pulsing and urging Jayce in until it can accommodate no more so quickly- yet it will begin again momentarily,]
Some- patience... Jayce... I feel myself molding to you. To fit you just.. the way you are. And I will take all of you. [love drunk confidence on display, Viktor moans as his body adjusts, melty and slowly working to be more pliant. The metalwork of his frame doesn't shift with great speed, but it will react to Jayce like his forge work, begin yielding to his heat and persistence.]
[ there was no superior word for it, no explanation— for better or for worse, they belonged together. whether it was right or not, they were meant to fit into each other's slots and gaps like a perfect key. perhaps the problem had not been their togetherness, but how indeed they solve their interpersonal issues— poorly. in the crushing fever of now, jayce was an opportune male to become a post-coital snack, but ask him if he's thinking about the aftermath? he's living so far deep in the present that he forgets. jayce forgets— and that was part of the relieving rapture of it. they were not at odds, they were not locked in a tangle of webbed misconceptions and misunderstandings. they were one— they were partners again. they felt whole, exchanging, stimulating, and jayce felt complete, needed in the way he's only ever experienced, to this maddening capacity, with viktor.
he takes and wants and demands in all the ways no one has of him, and jayce could only ever yield. his molars grind, his entire frame flexes to the squeeze around his hips, enveloping his cock, squeezing the hand that interlocks in the spaces of each thick, hardworking finger as he pries a leg open from the side, sliding a calloused palm under viktor's calf and behind his knee to press the back of his thigh to his ab, torso— and with space diminished, his hip jacks forward, sinks into the sweetness of viktor's throbbing and god, he is throbbing all over him, encouraging dribbles of sound driving him wild to buck to the point that he couldn't think, couldn't speak— jayce could only grunt in turn, breathe harshly through his teeth, and drag them up viktor's neck when he cannot sink deeper, and they are some ways to go.
it is dizzying to continue. it is dizzying to wait. more bewildering was what he felt in real time, as jayce nipped and played with the quasi metal of viktor's neck to distract himself from forcing access, only leaving his tail to hail in his anxious bide: the molding in question. the hot cast melding to his design, wet skin to skin, to his relentless friction when he tightens the muscle of his quite furry ass to beg further entry, the hug that he swears goes tighter. fuck. fuck. fuck, jayce groans, squeezing the hand that was still unlocked into viktor's scalp and hair, grabbing handfuls of him and in some way trying to bring him closer. closer. closer, it wasn't enough. he had to be in every crevice, house every gap.
jayce's hot tongue comes heavy and drags flat from the jugular, feeling it pulse beneath viktor's framework. ]
Viktor— Let me, please— [ he still asks— he dares not to truly bite without permission. but gods he was at the precupice as is. and until he's allowed, he shows himself worthy of such luxuries: he cradles one side of viktor's head and kisses the soft space of his chin, sucks his adam's apple, gives his neck and earlobe a sickening amount of attention that borders desperate—
[He protests with heavy distortion in his voice, nearly that of the Herald. And yet, his body contradicts, grappling onto Jayce all the more to keep him close. Viktor's arm wrapped beneath the one Jayce had buried in Viktor's hair holds around Jayce's back. Pets across his scar, holds him close. The other hand keeps Jayce's hand in his, overtop his head. The third arm is twisted behind Jayce's head to anchor around to the opposite shoulder. Both legs grip the man. The slit Jayce is fucking deeper and deeper into is tight and yet yielding to gradually take the whole of his cock. Hot, wet walls gulp around the member, pulling to match each push. He is thoroughly caged in Viktor's body, wanting not pull away from any connection point.
There's just the slightest amount of space left between them, only enough to see how Viktor's slim front is bulging. Shaping him to fit Jayce. There's no concern to the permanence nor impermanence of that change. It is only viewed with satisfaction, with his own pride in being able to evolve to suit this partnership. He bites his lower lip to dip Jayce to rub his body into that spot, to pull them fully flush as Jayce is urged to fully bottom out within him, to stretch Viktor as far as he can go.
Then Viktor can indulge his love to fulfill all his desires. Despite all the intensity, he nuzzles his face to Jayce's temple and whispers with sweet distortion,]
There. Go on, Jayce... feed and be filled... as you fill me.
[ they could not sit comfortably, could they— not with jayce's antler threatening to scrape the roof of the vehicle if he so much as erected his back skywards. there was no lifting viktor in the cramped space, no better use of the gravity to impale him— but this shall do. this shall do to satiate their frenzy, puffing and strembling from his own discipline to follow viktor's command and he does, he waits with crazed anticipation that is nearly too much to heed. jayce is clawing and gnawing at viktor by then but never forcing his cock beyond his boundaries, never breaking his flesh open. he could feel it he could feel it he could feel it, he could feel the lump prodding between then when he angles, when he scowers viktor's body in search of distractions that weren't working anymore, because he could feel it, he could feel how tight viktor squeezed and melded to his shape, how he absorbed him through the engorged entry—
go on, jayce. there is not another moment to lose, and jayce plunges in two ways. his pelvis curves, angles, then burries down to the very hilt. ]
Hah—! Ahh . . . ! Viktor—
[ he careens, he grunts, he bellows in his throat and cradles the back of viktor's head in one hand, relenquishes folded digits intwined with his for the man's sharp hips to pin them down. jayce's jaws pull apart, pointed canines fixing on the most fickle of spots descending from his jugular, where the flow of blood pumps the strongest. one pop was all that was needed for the shimmer blood to gush onto his tongue, and send jayce into an impossible burst of something he could only describe as beyond ecstacy. the sister sensations complect each other. stack. inflate. jayce cannot form a single coherent thought going forward, only a wild tremor of a storm set loose. as he drinks from viktor, he pulls his pelvis back and pistols forward. rough. needing. wanting. holding his partner in ways that could only result in them melding together. he wanted him. he wanted him and he didn't know what other way existed to make him his and fuse their existence. ]
[Viktor gasps before his voice crackles out like so much static frizz. Lips pry apart the metallic casing of his neck and the teeth pierce his primary artery. Shimmer sprays free, captured by Jayce's open mouth, sucked down faster than it can even flow out naturally. The release feels like dying and yet Viktor knows he'll survive this. He always has. Jayce never lets him go, despite his frenzies, despite his better judgement, Jayce always makes sure he goes on.
He holds a painful trust in that, relaxing into the drain. It is release, the tension in his mechanical body slacking with uncharacteristic submission. Viktor's never allowed himself such blissful surrender, only ever accepting the control granted to him by others. For now, he just wants to be at Jayce's mercy.
The pleasure of that cascades through him, matching Jayce's ecstasy with his own. His interior walls pulse and pull on Jayce's pounding cock. The orgasm Viktor's caught up in completely unlike any he's felt before in any form. It makes time fall away, moments lengthening out for what feels like hours. He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want Jayce to stop, but his consciousness is going foggy from bliss and bloodloss.]
[ viktor slips, and slips, and slips while jayce frenzies into feeding, fucking, and a balanced act of both at various pointd— he tongues the inside of viktor's malleable components in a way that is perverse and unimpaired, wet, breathy and at a cusp of intimacy that would never be matched. jayce becomes one with him in the closest way they could. flesh and bone. jayce takes his vitae in, swallows thick, nibbles and slurps at the open wound whilst moaning from the depth both his mouth and cock go. there is a clench. a tremble, he feels it, but could barely watch as he descends from his own high. jayce slows his blows to viktor's cunt, shifting momentum to snag at his profundity by rocking in close circles, lathering his front in viktor's nectar until it only squelches.
and just when jayce could sense a displeasing level of limpness, there something in him that acts. he does not want viktor unconscious. he does not want viktor dead, contrary to the darkest of that man's beliefs.
jayce doesn't know how he does it— he simply does, sealing the blood vessel with tongue and thick spit, then free to drink the little pools that remain in the dips of his partner's bones. his tail flags and dips, flags again— a steady repetition as he waits, with ragged, protesting self restraint. ]
You stay with me. [ he holds his face, the thick string of shimmer blood ribboning off jayce's lips, then pressing the mess to viktor's, pulling back just enough for the blood to web between their mouths. jayce wishes to be gentle, but he cannot express his tenderness in the midst of his want, his fear, his need— and a hint of possessive hush in the smear of his thumbs on his cheeks. ] Don't leave me again.
[The rushing loss of blood may be halted, but Viktor sense of control is still completely relinquished. His body is acting in ways he cannot command, orgasm cascading with need and want alike. There's indulgence within the lasting sensation, in being taken over by so much pleasure. What was haze and his mind lost suddenly snaps into something else.
Clarity is commanded with that simple "You". A reminder of who he is, by the one person capable of reminding him.
Viktor's eyes blink rapidly, and in that time, the golden color of old is restored. Not a trick of the light, just another curious expression of the arcane pulsing through him. He gives Jayce such a look, like he's just remembered something important,]
I'm here- I won't- I won't disappear again-
[he wants to promise, but it catches in his throat. Only a gasp escapes, trailing into a trilling whine. His hips squirm and yet he's still pinned in place, only able to writhe around Jayce's spearing cock. The pleasure is overwhelming, sensitive nerves are flaring and pulsing and sparking throughout his body. Yet, he's still squeezing Jayce in every way possible, not wishing him to pull away and deny the perfectly tuned mechanism of their connection.
Since a promise won't do, such words no longer enough for the pair of them, he instead seals his words with a kiss. A messy, shimmer laden kiss, sparked with deep purple life blood.]
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Date: 2025-09-14 09:54 pm (UTC)His legs pull away and then find their new, better placement, in turn. Spreading, lifting over Jayce's still broad thighs. Hooking around him, a spider's embrace of too many limbs. The kind of embrace that would be a mates very last, with a widow like Viktor. This would all be such ridiculous heartache to suffer, just to kill Jayce once more. Viktor doesn't wish such destruction in the slightest, he wants to hold Jayce safely in his hold. Possessive and yearning to be sought after in the ways only Jayce does for him.
There's just one last way they need to connect-]
Yes, yes- Jayce... aa- haa... [Viktor mutters encouragement and gasps to be entered, unable to close his mouth fully as he shudders out panted, eager gasps. It feels strange, splitting, but profoundly satisfying. His slit oozes around Jayce's tapered cock, spilling over with blue. Pulsing and urging Jayce in until it can accommodate no more so quickly- yet it will begin again momentarily,]
Some- patience... Jayce... I feel myself molding to you. To fit you just.. the way you are. And I will take all of you. [love drunk confidence on display, Viktor moans as his body adjusts, melty and slowly working to be more pliant. The metalwork of his frame doesn't shift with great speed, but it will react to Jayce like his forge work, begin yielding to his heat and persistence.]
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Date: 2025-09-17 03:40 am (UTC)he takes and wants and demands in all the ways no one has of him, and jayce could only ever yield. his molars grind, his entire frame flexes to the squeeze around his hips, enveloping his cock, squeezing the hand that interlocks in the spaces of each thick, hardworking finger as he pries a leg open from the side, sliding a calloused palm under viktor's calf and behind his knee to press the back of his thigh to his ab, torso— and with space diminished, his hip jacks forward, sinks into the sweetness of viktor's throbbing and god, he is throbbing all over him, encouraging dribbles of sound driving him wild to buck to the point that he couldn't think, couldn't speak— jayce could only grunt in turn, breathe harshly through his teeth, and drag them up viktor's neck when he cannot sink deeper, and they are some ways to go.
it is dizzying to continue. it is dizzying to wait. more bewildering was what he felt in real time, as jayce nipped and played with the quasi metal of viktor's neck to distract himself from forcing access, only leaving his tail to hail in his anxious bide: the molding in question. the hot cast melding to his design, wet skin to skin, to his relentless friction when he tightens the muscle of his quite furry ass to beg further entry, the hug that he swears goes tighter. fuck. fuck. fuck, jayce groans, squeezing the hand that was still unlocked into viktor's scalp and hair, grabbing handfuls of him and in some way trying to bring him closer. closer. closer, it wasn't enough. he had to be in every crevice, house every gap.
jayce's hot tongue comes heavy and drags flat from the jugular, feeling it pulse beneath viktor's framework. ]
Viktor— Let me, please— [ he still asks— he dares not to truly bite without permission. but gods he was at the precupice as is. and until he's allowed, he shows himself worthy of such luxuries: he cradles one side of viktor's head and kisses the soft space of his chin, sucks his adam's apple, gives his neck and earlobe a sickening amount of attention that borders desperate—
and he couldn't care less if it was, right now. ]
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Date: 2025-09-17 04:39 pm (UTC)[He protests with heavy distortion in his voice, nearly that of the Herald. And yet, his body contradicts, grappling onto Jayce all the more to keep him close. Viktor's arm wrapped beneath the one Jayce had buried in Viktor's hair holds around Jayce's back. Pets across his scar, holds him close. The other hand keeps Jayce's hand in his, overtop his head. The third arm is twisted behind Jayce's head to anchor around to the opposite shoulder. Both legs grip the man. The slit Jayce is fucking deeper and deeper into is tight and yet yielding to gradually take the whole of his cock. Hot, wet walls gulp around the member, pulling to match each push. He is thoroughly caged in Viktor's body, wanting not pull away from any connection point.
There's just the slightest amount of space left between them, only enough to see how Viktor's slim front is bulging. Shaping him to fit Jayce. There's no concern to the permanence nor impermanence of that change. It is only viewed with satisfaction, with his own pride in being able to evolve to suit this partnership. He bites his lower lip to dip Jayce to rub his body into that spot, to pull them fully flush as Jayce is urged to fully bottom out within him, to stretch Viktor as far as he can go.
Then Viktor can indulge his love to fulfill all his desires. Despite all the intensity, he nuzzles his face to Jayce's temple and whispers with sweet distortion,]
There. Go on, Jayce... feed and be filled... as you fill me.
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Date: 2025-09-19 09:16 pm (UTC)go on, jayce. there is not another moment to lose, and jayce plunges in two ways. his pelvis curves, angles, then burries down to the very hilt. ]
Hah—! Ahh . . . ! Viktor—
[ he careens, he grunts, he bellows in his throat and cradles the back of viktor's head in one hand, relenquishes folded digits intwined with his for the man's sharp hips to pin them down. jayce's jaws pull apart, pointed canines fixing on the most fickle of spots descending from his jugular, where the flow of blood pumps the strongest. one pop was all that was needed for the shimmer blood to gush onto his tongue, and send jayce into an impossible burst of something he could only describe as beyond ecstacy. the sister sensations complect each other. stack. inflate. jayce cannot form a single coherent thought going forward, only a wild tremor of a storm set loose. as he drinks from viktor, he pulls his pelvis back and pistols forward. rough. needing. wanting. holding his partner in ways that could only result in them melding together. he wanted him. he wanted him and he didn't know what other way existed to make him his and fuse their existence. ]
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Date: 2025-09-19 10:21 pm (UTC)[Viktor gasps before his voice crackles out like so much static frizz. Lips pry apart the metallic casing of his neck and the teeth pierce his primary artery. Shimmer sprays free, captured by Jayce's open mouth, sucked down faster than it can even flow out naturally. The release feels like dying and yet Viktor knows he'll survive this. He always has. Jayce never lets him go, despite his frenzies, despite his better judgement, Jayce always makes sure he goes on.
He holds a painful trust in that, relaxing into the drain. It is release, the tension in his mechanical body slacking with uncharacteristic submission. Viktor's never allowed himself such blissful surrender, only ever accepting the control granted to him by others. For now, he just wants to be at Jayce's mercy.
The pleasure of that cascades through him, matching Jayce's ecstasy with his own. His interior walls pulse and pull on Jayce's pounding cock. The orgasm Viktor's caught up in completely unlike any he's felt before in any form. It makes time fall away, moments lengthening out for what feels like hours. He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want Jayce to stop, but his consciousness is going foggy from bliss and bloodloss.]
Stay with me... Jayce...
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Date: 2025-09-28 01:41 pm (UTC)and just when jayce could sense a displeasing level of limpness, there something in him that acts. he does not want viktor unconscious. he does not want viktor dead, contrary to the darkest of that man's beliefs.
jayce doesn't know how he does it— he simply does, sealing the blood vessel with tongue and thick spit, then free to drink the little pools that remain in the dips of his partner's bones. his tail flags and dips, flags again— a steady repetition as he waits, with ragged, protesting self restraint. ]
You stay with me. [ he holds his face, the thick string of shimmer blood ribboning off jayce's lips, then pressing the mess to viktor's, pulling back just enough for the blood to web between their mouths. jayce wishes to be gentle, but he cannot express his tenderness in the midst of his want, his fear, his need— and a hint of possessive hush in the smear of his thumbs on his cheeks. ] Don't leave me again.
[ jayce does not demand it.
he begs it. ]
Please, don't—
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Date: 2025-12-02 05:45 pm (UTC)Clarity is commanded with that simple "You". A reminder of who he is, by the one person capable of reminding him.
Viktor's eyes blink rapidly, and in that time, the golden color of old is restored. Not a trick of the light, just another curious expression of the arcane pulsing through him. He gives Jayce such a look, like he's just remembered something important,]
I'm here- I won't- I won't disappear again-
[he wants to promise, but it catches in his throat. Only a gasp escapes, trailing into a trilling whine. His hips squirm and yet he's still pinned in place, only able to writhe around Jayce's spearing cock. The pleasure is overwhelming, sensitive nerves are flaring and pulsing and sparking throughout his body. Yet, he's still squeezing Jayce in every way possible, not wishing him to pull away and deny the perfectly tuned mechanism of their connection.
Since a promise won't do, such words no longer enough for the pair of them, he instead seals his words with a kiss. A messy, shimmer laden kiss, sparked with deep purple life blood.]