[Even if Jayce is probably right—nothing short of gagging him (though that sounds fun, too) is going to get him to shut up, but for Viktor it means more like reducing him to incoherence. A challenge for himself, as well, to see just how much he can undo the other man. He already knows how desperate and wanting Jayce is. Taking away his very ability to make words is an incredibly appealing thought.
He knows, too, that the anticipation, the teasing, is all part of the appeal. Jayce likes it. Viktor likes that Jayce likes it, and it’s thrilling to know they’ve only barely scratched the surface.
Asking to give him a back rub is a surprise, and it’s probably evident on Viktor’s face as he processes the request. It’s been a very long time since he’s been intimate with anyone in this way, and he can’t remember any former partners asking to do something like that. He’s surprised, again, but how natural all this feels, and after a moment of consideration nods, and scoots a little so that he can roll over on his stomach, grabbing a pillow for his head and folding his arms beneath it.]
You don’t have to be gentle. I imagine I need it.
[They both know he doesn’t exactly manage his own stress very well, shoulders in stubborn knots.]
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Date: 2022-07-09 07:25 pm (UTC)[Even if Jayce is probably right—nothing short of gagging him (though that sounds fun, too) is going to get him to shut up, but for Viktor it means more like reducing him to incoherence. A challenge for himself, as well, to see just how much he can undo the other man. He already knows how desperate and wanting Jayce is. Taking away his very ability to make words is an incredibly appealing thought.
He knows, too, that the anticipation, the teasing, is all part of the appeal. Jayce likes it. Viktor likes that Jayce likes it, and it’s thrilling to know they’ve only barely scratched the surface.
Asking to give him a back rub is a surprise, and it’s probably evident on Viktor’s face as he processes the request. It’s been a very long time since he’s been intimate with anyone in this way, and he can’t remember any former partners asking to do something like that. He’s surprised, again, but how natural all this feels, and after a moment of consideration nods, and scoots a little so that he can roll over on his stomach, grabbing a pillow for his head and folding his arms beneath it.]
You don’t have to be gentle. I imagine I need it.
[They both know he doesn’t exactly manage his own stress very well, shoulders in stubborn knots.]