[ 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: 2025-09-19 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.]