[ 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: 2025-09-28 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.]