[He knows he can stop at any time--that was what the slightly under-negotiated comment about two taps was for--but of course the last thing he wants to do now is talk, and jar them both out of the rhythm they're currently finding. His eyes are closed as he lets Jayce's cock slip further into his mouth. He's big, but nothing a little concentration can't take care of, and he does his best to relax his throat and tilt his chin at the optimal angle so that Jayce can plunge in further. He can tell that he's trying to go slow, which he appreciates, but it's accompanied by the usual concern about whether or not he can take it.
Of course he can take it. Viktor wouldn't have suggested this if he had any doubts about his ability to do this. Unable to offer verbal confirmation, he opens his eyes a little and makes an affirmative noise in the back of his throat, nodding just slightly to say that he likes it. Jayce starts to move and Viktor gives himself over, hands curling around Jayce's backside reassuringly.
Jayce wants more--he can tell, and Viktor wants to give it to him. When he asks to go further, Viktor squeezes Jayce's thighs to give him permission, even as his throat clenches and his eyes water.]
[ Jayce would be cautious with any partner considering the way this is set up. It is one thing when someone is giving a blow job but they have the power to move their head, picking how much they can take during the action. It is how he's always done and enjoyed it, although just as happy when they get into it enough to thrust. But the set up of this is all thrust (and trust) related.
He tells himself this is what Viktor asked for, and the way he touches Jayce reassures him of that. His hands curved on his backside, a squeeze to his thighs, they are on the same page. Jayce understands part of this is Viktor wanting him to take some control, so after a few ragged breaths, the hand in Viktor's hair tightens. He holds his head where it is firmly. Then he releases some of his tightly wound control and goes that little bit deeper.
This seems like a good place to focus on moving instead of testing that clenched throat. So Jayce starts a solid pace of pulling out and in, his hips going far back so that Viktor's mouth is just around his head, before pushing back in to that same point. Jayce is making all kinds of noises, moaning and gasping, whispering Viktor's name as the rhythm takes over and he purely is into it.
His eyes remain open although fluttering a few times from the sensation, watching Viktor's face for signs of discomfort but mostly out of desire to memorize this. ]
Beautiful, you're beautiful. Want to fuck you. Want everything with you.
[ His words are on a whisper, in between little pleased sounds. ]
[He knows that all Jayce really needed was some encouragement, and he's pleased when he feels his partner start to let loose. Viktor moans openly against the cock in his mouth, not wanting Jayce to worry to the point that he slows or stops. The hand in his hair drives it even further in, until the head of it hits the back in his throat and he nearly chokes on it. Despite the noise he makes in his attempt to suppress his gag reflex, Viktor doesn't stop, and, in fact, he grabs at Jayce's thighs, digging his fingers in to let Jayce know that he's okay and he should keep going.
The drag of Jayce's cock almost (but not quite) all the way out of his mouth offers him some reprieve, and he takes in a deep breath through his nose. Viktor's eyes are still shut, but his eyebrows are pinched together in concentration, seemingly focused entirely on not tapping out. He knows that he can, of course, but he's determined, wanting Jayce to get as much out of this as he possibly can. Wanting to see it through to its logical conclusion.
He does his best to be as relaxed as possible, even as he claws into his handholds, wanting Jayce to find no resistance as he slides in and out. Once he adjusts to the intrusion, Viktor hollows his cheeks, trying to make everything even tighter. Jayce starts babbling again and he allows himself to open his eyes, trying to meet Jayce's gaze to wordlessly offer reassurance.]
[ Viktor moaning on top of him vibrates his skin and also turns him on in how shamelessly he seems to be enjoying sucking on Jayce. His partner hasn't made that many noises so it's thrilling to find he can get him doing it here. Every time Jayce almost pauses, concerned by a reaction Viktor has, his nails in Jayce's thighs reassure him to keep going. He does try to go slow in the beginning to give Viktor more time to breathe, but as he goes, he moves a little faster as he chases that feeling.
Viktor's grip on him is tight and he likes that too, the only thing really keeping him from getting distracted worrying about Viktor's comfort. His hands are almost demanding in the way they encourage Jayce. He knows it would be so easy to let go like this, but when Viktor opens his eyes, two things happen.
1. He's hollowing his cheeks and that almost makes Jayce come on the spot with how tight it feels, so he groans loudly and grips the headboard so tightly it creaks as he pulls on it a little, gritting his teeth.
2. Their gazes meet and he knows he wants something else.
Jayce is torn between wanting to just ride this through to the natural end and trying to keep himself under control. His hand tightens in Viktor's hair and he pulls as the only real sign he can give at the moment that he needs him to stop. Because Jayce is catching his breath and bangs his head against the headboard, not too loud but distinct. ]
Stop.
[ He croaks, not sounding entirely sure of himself. Jayce's body disagrees with his choice and doesn't pull out of his mouth, but he's trying to get it together.]
I want to fuck you. I need to be inside of you. Please.
[Viktor knew going into this that there was a nonzero chance of Jayce not making it to completion, and as slightly disappointed as he is that he's not going to bring this current arrangement to its logical conclusion, he's also in the position of not wanting to say no to anything that he asks for. He can tell, however, that Jayce is fighting his own body, leaving them both frozen in a tenuous position for a long moment, Viktor outright whining around him at the sudden cessation of his thrusts. Still, he stops as requested and releases his hands from Jayce's backside, taking him in hand again so that he can free his mouth.
He pulls away a little sloppily, sucking in air, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the temporary lack of unobstructed oxygen. Viktor is flushed and panting, but his eyebrows pinch in a way that indicates impatience. It would have been nice, he thinks to have Jayce finish in his mouth, or on his face, but now that he's decided otherwise, Viktor doesn't want to wait for it.]
Okay, come on. [He has no idea if Jayce wants to reconfigure them, but he does like the feeling of a larger body on top of him, so he might not be opposed to staying exactly like this. ] Do it, then.
[ Jayce needs a second once he's released because his body basically screams angrily at him, and he lets out his breath all in a rush. It doesn't help that when he looks at Viktor's face, he looks incredibly sexy this way, flushed and hungry. He is able to keep himself in control enough to move down the bed but the second they are within range, Jayce captures his mouth in an intense, passionate kiss. He tastes himself on Viktor's tongue and reaches around blindly until he captures the lubricant without looking.
Viktor really can just stay where he is and while Jayce would love to see him ride him, as they've discussed before, that can always wait. They have plenty of time ahead of them to do anything. He is feeling more aggressive than usual after Viktor egged him on, pressing his full body down against Viktor now, no holding back.
He obviously isn't going to do just do it. He needs to take a little time to open Viktor up, which is good because it will keep him from coming the second he thrusts inside. Jayce's fingers are big like the rest of him so he coats them, getting right to it by circling Viktor's hole with his touch and then pushing a finger in.
At the same time, he moves down Viktor's body, taking one of Viktor's nipples into his mouth and sucking hard on it. His mouth and touch are a little rougher than he ordinarily would be, but he's riled up. Jayce is fully in the moment, not in his head for once. It's a good thing Viktor rarely has his shirt off with anyone else, because the way Jayce is going, he's going to cover him in little marks. Enough that anyone who sees them will get instantly uncomfortable with how much it reveals of his possessiveness.]
[Viktor's next whine is muffled by the press of Jayce's lips against his, but he's hungry for it regardless, their tongues sliding together as his hands claw at Jayce's shoulders, pulling them together. It's fevered, and clumsy, but he likes this new desperation almost as much as he liked Jayce thrusting into his mouth. He knows that there's always a tacit concern that Jayce will be too much, too eager, but Viktor likes that--likes the roughness and desperation that happens when they both get worked up.
Jayce will find little resistance, though Viktor certainly doesn't stop their current activities to confess that he spent some time in the washroom readying himself for exactly this. Instead, he gives himself over to Jayce's hands and mouth entirely, arching up into him and sucking in a sharp breath at the slight scraping of teeth against his nipple. Still, he doesn't seem to be opposed to any of this in the least, hooking his leg back around Jayce's hips, encouraging him closer.]
[ Jayce could really get used to the way Viktor's fingers dig into his flesh, like they did with his thighs, and now with his shoulders. He wonders if he'll have scratch marks and he hopes so, or maybe that's the goal he should be aiming for. Viktor seems just as eager to dive into this type of passion so he has no reason to curb himself, letting them feed each other's desperation.
He finds that Viktor is giving no resistance and seems very open all things considered, which can only mean either he worked on himself or he's always like this, the latter being unlikely. Jayce feels a surge of desire again with the idea that he prepared knowing he wanted Jayce like this, and he groans, moving a second finger in easily and thrusting them harder than he normally would. ]
Someone got ahead of us.
[ Jayce smiles into Viktor's chest and moves over to his other nipple to play with it next, sucking and then deliberately closing his teeth on the sharp point. Not too hard, but definitely some tension. He releases it after and flicks his tongue against it, fingers moving firm and certain in him. ]
Tell me you want me to fuck you, Viktor. Tell me how you want it.
[ This is not his pleading tone, he sounds confident, that bossiness Viktor mentioned taking over for right now. He sounds demanding more than begging. ]
[He'd calculated a nonzero chance of this happening at one point or another over the course of the day, so of course he'd taken necessary action. Were they not pressed so firmly together, Viktor might offer Jayce a look to indicate that he was simply thinking ahead, and he cannot possibly be teasing him for this. He can't. It's not allowed--Viktor won't allow it.
Still, all his conviction is leaving him with every press of Jayce's fingers, the tongue against the bare skin of his chest and the sharp prick of teeth, just enough pain to be pleasurable. He thinks he's forgotten what it's like, to feel something beyond the fact that he's falling apart. Viktor wants to hold on to this as long as possible.]
Please-- [It spills out of him before he can stop himself. Viktor doesn't want to be the one begging--he likes to think he's too proud for that, but he feels like he no longer has control over his own body, much less the things that he's saying.] Jayce, I need it.
[ Jayce would have spent the time preparing Viktor despite slowly losing his mind because he is not an inconsiderate lover. But they both are caught in something more intense than they expected and he doesn't want to slow down, he wants Viktor writhing under him. He has been less noisy and vocal than Jayce so far, which was to be expected, but he's fairly sure that is about to change. That is what he thinks moments before Viktor actually does beg him, and Jayce feels like he's spinning into madness.
He will be smug and proud about that later, but right then, he can't think outside of fulfilling that need his partner asked for. Jayce hurriedly pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock, moving back up Viktor's body. His hand grips Viktor's leg around him and squeezes, a silent warning to hold on, his other hand holding him up. But his entire body is on top of Viktor, covering him, even more so true when he guides himself where they both need him to be and then he's pushing inside of him, surrounding him in every possible way.
Jayce has to slow down if only because he has never experienced anything this good before. And he doesn't want to immediately lose it. He still is not as gentle or slow as he would normally try to be, instead he goes a little faster, pushes a little harder. He starts out on a moan that turns into a strangled cry when he bottoms out, trying to breathe.
He holds himself still to get it together but something in him snaps too, maybe he just is pushing his luck, but Jayce looks down at Viktor's face, his eyes dark from pupils blown wide. He is fully in him but not moving yet. ]
[Despite his bravado and the efforts taken earlier, it isn't exactly a substitute for being worked open in the moment. He can take it, of course, but it's tight, and as soon as Jayce starts pushing in, Viktor's head hits the pillow and lets out a guttural noise, powering through it. Jayce is still considerate, going slowly, but it's still a lot for them both to take, to say nothing of the fact that he knows he's doomed, all because he said please.
There isn't much he can do as Jayce slides in inch by inch, so he holds on for dear life, barely feeling like he's touching the bed anymore with the way Jayce is holding him, enveloping him. He pitches his hips full off the mattress, leg hooked around Jayce's waist, the rest of him held up by one broad arm around the small of his back. Jayce outright groans when he bottoms out and Viktor has his eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed against the crook of his neck. He feels like he's had all the air knocked out of him, and Jayce wants him to say please again?]
Jayce-- [It's an exclamation more than anything else, Viktor's voice pitching upward at the feeling of being stretched open with Jayce's whole length inside him, though he's not so far gone that he isn't acutely aware of the fact that just the night before, Jayce had told him how much likes to hear Viktor say his name.] Do not make me beg you.
[ Jayce may be trying to push him to beg but it also is buying him a few seconds to adjust. Viktor is tight around him, outrageously tight, and Jayce knows that he is large, that his entire body could fall under the category of too much if he isn't careful. It is important that they hover as they are, adjusting to being this close. There is no breath between them, that is how close they are, no place where his body isn't touching Viktor. His heart hurts it is banging so hard inside of his chest.
Maybe Jayce would tease him more and push to get that please at a different time, but for now he just nods, turning his head into Viktor's hair where he has his face into Jayce's neck. He does love the sound of his name on Viktor's tongue though, in his distinct accent, and he nuzzles into Viktor's hair, kissing the strands. Jayce did already get a please out of him. That will feed him for a time.]
I'm going to move.
[ It is a warning more than anything else, for them both, because it is already so much for him to be inside of Viktor like this. That break to help them adjust gives Jayce a little more strength to take his time and not be the one mindlessly pounding Viktor into the mattress. He does pull his hips back, slowly, similarly to how he did when he first thrust into Viktor's mouth. He immediately regrets any space between them so slides back into him, less rough now that he has better control over himself.
Jayce groans and gasps into Viktor's hair, pulling out and in again, not a rhythm at all yet, more testing the waters as they both adjust. And because his body really wants to thrust so he is compromising. ]
[When he's in a position like this--so thoroughly enveloped by the body around him, unable to move much for worry of actually hurting himself--he'll find any other way to compensate. In this case, it's being verbally demanding, even if he's not sure how convincing it is when every minute shift of Jayce inside him threatens to send him over the edge. His own cock is pressed between them, no space for anything.
Jayce's first move in and out is slow and steady, and Viktor recognizes that he's trying to control himself. Perhaps part of him appreciates that, but the other part is impatient, able to push past the sting of it and any discomfort in favor of chasing waves of pleasure. He's got both legs hooked on Jayce's hips now, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.]
You want this, right? [Viktor's voice is low, out of breath, whispered right into Jayce's ear.] It's yours. You can take it.
[ The fact that Viktor's wrapped his limbs around him, holding on tightly but more importantly holding him close, only makes this more intense in terms of how every single part of them is caught as one now. Jayce feels the way Viktor takes in the breath to speak to him low and dirty, and he wants to give in, he just wants some mercy. He gasps in and out and leans his head against Viktor's. ]
Mine.
[ Jayce murmurs, drunk with lust, and the next time he moves his thrust is sharp, a snap of his hips instead of a roll. He knows they are not going to last long once they really get started, but maybe that's okay. They are both on this ride together. He has never been so aroused, so keyed in, so desperate. It's beautiful in its agony. ]
You're mine.
[ After everything, Viktor is his. Finally. Jayce gives them both some mercy by taking off the leash. He moves in and out of Viktor with a roughness he would feel bad about later, no real rhythm working perfectly since all he can do is mindlessly chase the pleasure of being inside him. There is grace in the way his muscles ripple, in how every thrust pushes his toned stomach against Viktor's trapped cock, giving much-needed friction.
He tries to kiss him but there is no real way to do that when he's out of breath, moans dripping from his lips. Jayce can't even ask him to look at him, unable to keep his own eyes open as he fucks Viktor in the way they both truly want, passionate and growing in speed as he topples over the edge. He can only groan as he starts to orgasm but keeps moving as if he wants to wring out every second of it for them both. ]
Viktor.
[ He says his name as reverently as a prayer, finally able to kiss him as everything goes white. ]
[Viktor is willing to forgive Jayce's possessive talk because he's clearly caught up in the moment, but he wants Jayce to understand that the feeling is certainly mutual. Just as Jayce relishes this as a personal triumph, Viktor considers this an achievement as well. Jayce is fully his--there will be no further interference from the politics of their world. No danger of him straying from their goals. Viktor will make sure of that.
Jayce thrusts his hips forward with little fanfare and Viktor can't stifle the way he cries out, partially in shock but mostly in pleasure. His nails dig into Jayce's back as he rides it out, increasingly fervent thrusts threatening to white out his vision. Viktor's legs wrapped around him holds him in place at the apex of each thrust, even if he keeps to no discernible pattern. He does his best to hang on for the ride.]
Jayce--
[He repeats his partner's name back, just as desperate. Anything else he wants to say is muffled by the way Jayce's lips crash into his, everything tight and perfect between them.]
[ Jayce is beyond thought but he is reassured that Viktor is enjoying it, that the way he claws into Jayce's back and his legs latched around him make it clear they're on the same page. Not that he can even focus outside of needing relief, between Viktor's mouth and now his body. He comes right at the point he hears his name pass Viktor's lips and his hips keep moving until it starts to hurt from overstimulating.
He may have blacked out for just a second, it was the most intense orgasm of his life. When he comes to he is still buried deep inside of Viktor, pulling out of the kiss to take in deep sucking breaths. Jayce realizes then that Viktor is still hard against him and pushes himself up a little with a strong hand. Partially sitting up or just raising his torso enough, his other hand closes around Viktor's cock.
Surrounded in bliss he may be, but it isn't satisfying until he sees bliss on Viktor's face too, staring right at him from this vantage point. His hand uses the precum to make him very slick and he strokes him fast and firm, wanting him to get no real breath between the experience and the friction he needs. Jayce runs a finger along the underside of his head and then caresses the slit, aiming Viktor right toward his own chest. ]
Come, all over me, V, I want to drip with you, come on, now.
[Jayce gives Viktor no room to breathe. One second he's holding Jayce tight inside him, their lips crashed together desperately, the next there's air between them once more, but only so that Jayce can wrap a hand around his cock. He's already overstimulated, seconds from his own orgasm, and the sudden friction with no reprieve means his head is falling back onto the pillows, his toes are curling, and he's gasping for breath.]
Oh, fuck--
[It's barely audible, more of an exhale than anything else as Viktor has no choice but to ride out the last few moments, and this time he fully falls apart, coming in spurts, back arching uselessly. He lets out a protracted sob, one that cracks in the middle, then realizes what it sounds like and lets his forearm fall back against his face, an attempt to cover his mouth. But it's too late, and Jayce gets exactly what he wants out of Viktor, his hips pitching upward in aborted little thrusts, Jayce wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of him.
Too much. It's so much, and even after he finishes, every nerve feels like it's on fire. Any hope at keeping his composure, even superficially is lost as Jayce relentlessly brings him to completion.]
Jayce--Jayce, please--
[Stop touching him. Don't stop touching him. He doesn't know which would be worse.]
[ For someone who has been wrapped up in every little sound Viktor makes, feeding on it, this round between them has been particularly delicious. His lover has been unable to stop from being loud, for him at least, and lost in the desire and pleasure between them. Jayce is obsessed. He is watching his face as he swears and cries out and pushes into Jayce's hand. He is burning with satisfaction when he gets what he wants, another please, he is never going to stop being smut. Jayce moves back down now that Viktor's come on him.
He is still buried in him but no longer touching his cock as he softens, pressing their bodies together again and kissing him again, this time slow and loving. The roaring in his ears has come down and he knows this won't be comfortable for long, but he's not ready to let go of it. Despite still enveloping Viktor in his body, he doesn't slump all of his weight on him just because he's swimming in bliss. An arm holds him up from doing that. ]
That was so good, V, damn.
[ Good in bed is an understatement. They've both been in each other now and it was mindblowing. Jayce is going to want this so much he will have trouble concentrating, now that he's had it. But since Jayce is Jayce, he lifts his head to look at Viktor. ]
You're okay? I know I was rough.
[ It isn't his anxiety speaking, he's just trying to follow up with good communication. He knows that Viktor clearly was very into it, his legs around him and pleas were clear, but it was still very intense. ]
[Jayce releases him and there's immediate relief, even if he acutely feels the absence of his hand. It's for the best, he tells himself, because any more and he'd be simply overstimulated, plunged further into incoherence. Now, he comes down slowly, returning back to himself and to the feeling of Jayce's arms around him, holding him close.
Of course he's worried. Viktor can see it written all over his face, and his lips quirk upward slightly in response.]
I wanted it. [Viktor is still out of breath, pulling back only slightly from the kiss to reassure Jayce that he's just fine. Better than fine. His good leg is still hooked around Jayce's waist, his arms around his shoulders, which he uses as leverage to pull himself up, peppering wet kisses up his neck and the spot behind his ear.] You were perfect.
[ Jayce suspects that's the answer, Viktor was spurring him on very loudly, but it is a relief to hear the reassurance and settle into only contentment. His free hand grips Viktor's thigh and slides it up to where his leg is hooked, squeezing, he likes that he's locked Jayce in like this. He laughs out loud when Viktor leans up and kisses his neck and ear, happily tilting his head so he can have more access to both. It feels so good, these little affectionate touches after sex.
You were perfect. It'll never get old, having Viktor tell him these things, he shivers pleasantly from how it makes him feel. Jayce has never been so rough before but he can't deny it felt really good to let go. They took their passion to a new level. He nuzzles into the side of Viktor's head, kissing his ear too, hanging onto the bliss of a mindblowing orgasm and then the happy aftermath of being wrapped in Viktor's arms. ]
You have no idea how hot it was when you said please. It's a miracle I held it together.
[ He knows Viktor saying that is a rare occurrence, let alone twice, but he wants to make sure he knows that Jayce loved it, that it made him ridiculously turned on. Jayce smiles and when he shifts his arms he can feel a little sting in his shoulders where Viktor held on. He hopes to make him scratch up his back badly another time. ]
I don't want to move off you. [ He sighs, moving back his head so he can find Viktor's mouth again for a light kiss. ] I know I have to. Ten more seconds.
[ Still though. He is going to crush Viktor before long. He's not going to be able to keep having sex with him if he suffocates him by staying too long.]
[Viktor rolls his eyes in an attempt to gloss over the fact that he'd lost his composure and was genuinely begging, though they both know it certainly won't be the last time. He knows that despite what he's saying, his body is betraying him regardless, the way he's holding Jayce inside him more than enough indication that he enjoyed himself. And, of course, he's filing all this away for later--all the better to precisely calculate everything that makes Jayce come undone.
He does not actually count the seconds because he doesn't mind the weight of Jayce's body on his, but it's true that they have to move. As soon as Jayce is able to pull out, Viktor will scoot out from under him, turning on his side so that they can be face to face. In the meantime, he gives his chest and collar (what he can see of it, anyway) a little glance, taking in the bruises that have risen to the surface of his skin.]
You've simply ruined me. [A joke, of course. Viktor knows he actively encouraged this, and he'll be proud to wear the marks, but their relationship is still partially defined by teasing each other. This is no exception.] You're lucky I like it.
I know, it's going to be impossible to get enough of you.
[ Jayce will try very hard not to seduce Viktor at every possible moment, he respects they have other things to do, but it'll help when he can be free to put an arm around him or show little displays of affection all day. It'll fill that hole and he has wanted it for so long. He can't wait.
He does count the ten seconds before sighing and pulling out, but Viktor is already turned on his side and still snuggled in close to him, which is all he wants. Jayce smiles softly and slips onto his side too to look at him. When Viktor points out the bruises Jayce can't resist reaching out to caress his fingers along them, including where Viktor can't see so he knows there's more too.
He would be worried if he didn't know Viktor was teasing him and he flushes a little, dropping his hand down to rest over Viktor's hip, unable to stop touching him. This is too new, he can't help it. ]
I've never done any of that before.
[ Meaning he's never marked a lover, not yet at least, he doesn't know if Mel would have allowed it and she was the most recent person. It doesn't matter now that he's with the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, who luckily indeed likes it. Jayce looks into his eyes. ]
Maybe it's because you're the only person I've ever been in love with. I feel possessive and protective and I just ....
[ His hand moves up to cup Viktor's face, caressing his cheekbone. ]
Want to make you happy. More than anything. And give you everything you deserve.
[Viktor already knows there will be some boundary negotiation--and likely some exasperation, when it comes to reining Jayce in, but he'd known this from the start. He's not out to change Jayce, because his eagerness and sincerity and the fact that he wears his heart on his sleeve is part of who he is. It's part of what Viktor loves about him, even if he's not very good at saying that in as many words. If this means he'll have to be slightly distracted from work every so often, well. He thinks he might like that.
Jayce is discovering new things that he likes, too, it seems. Viktor hopes to continue the trend.]
Not bad, then. For a first try.
[Moving, at this point, seems almost impossible, so he takes in the moment instead. He and Jayce are practically nose to nose, and there's a warm hand brushing against his cheek. He smiles, genuinely, enjoying their closeness--even the prickle of sweat drying on his skin and messy sheets doesn't bother him, at least not for now. He simply looks, instead, taking in the perfect planes and angles of Jayce's face, the gold-ringed hazel of his eyes, and his chest suddenly aches with the thought that all of this is his. Despite everything, despite all of the outside forces trying to pull them apart and turn them against each other, they've come back to this anyway. It seems almost ridiculous, now, that he denied himself the man in front of him for so long.
Jayce wants to make him happy. Viktor isn't so optimistic that he envisions much of a future outside of this moment, but for now it will be enough. If he gets to spend the time he has left just like this, it will be enough.]
[ Just in a day, so much has changed, and it's not that sex has changed them, although it has, significantly, considering how they know one another inside and out now. But it's also the freedom he feels to touch Viktor. He used to be so careful but now he isn't hesitating, it's as natural as he suspected it would be if he ever got permission. He might be persuaded to try not to seduce Viktor constantly at work (occasionally will happen), because he'll get little moments all day that will satisfy him. He can put his arm around him, run fingers through his hair, and have no fear that he'll be going too far. ]
People might notice. It's not all easy to hide.
[ Jayce did try in the start to put it in hiding spots since they wear enough clothes and he knows where it wouldn't show. But then Viktor urged him on and he went really off his leash on that one. He somehow manages to sound both apologetic and pleased. He doesn't know what to make of this urge, outside of that he wants everyone to know they're together. This is also true in general. He would probably scream it out the window if he didn't know that was ridiculous.
They've moved quicker to clean themselves before but Jayce doesn't mind staying sticky and messy longer, in fact he loves that Viktor is letting them both languish in it. Viktor is smiling at him and Jayce looks at his face with the same kind of admiration. His eyes, his cheekbones, the lips curved at him. Viktor looks happy. He really does. ]
Then I'll just have to keep it up. I finally have you. I've never been happier.
[ Maybe a streak of guilt will strike him at times, that he has something so beautiful when he has done some ugly things, but not right now. Jayce kisses him long and lingering, he is never going to get sick of these lips, that will be the hardest part of trying to be good. He puts his arm around Viktor and kisses his cheek, nuzzling down into the curve of his neck. He holds him in a warm hug, so thankful. Treasuring this moment. ]
Okay I'll get us something to clean up, and you can tell me what boundaries we have at work. I can't promise not to kiss you at all, but I can be reasoned with.
Jayce, have I ever cared about what other people think?
[He'd wear the red marks on his neck into a Council meeting, at this point. Of course, it's very easy to say when he's so far removed from it (perhaps he would not be so bold, if it was a real possibility), but Viktor is riding high on the way Jayce has pledged himself to him, and it's not difficult to envision a scenario where he flaunts that in front of a room of Piltover's elite. Let them know just who their golden boy belongs to.
Here, it matters even less, so he has no real issues with the fact that his tie and collar won't cover everything. It isn't as if his and Jayce's closeness is a secret, and he imagines most of their friends won't be surprised to hear of the logical progression of their relationship.
He still feels a little guilty. A little selfish. He doesn't think that will go away, especially if his health takes a further turn for the worse, but Jayce has made it clear that they're going to weather this together, no matter how it ends. Jayce kisses him and then makes himself comfortable in the crook of his neck and Viktor wraps arms around him, content to let the moment linger until Jayce starts to move again.]
I'm going to need a little more than a wet rag this time. [He'll get out of bed too, fully intending to head back to the bath and rinse. It surprises him, that Jayce wants to talk boundaries now, but perhaps it's better if they get it over with.] I don't have anything specific in mind. I just don't want to be disturbed while I'm working on something important.
[So, nothing too out of the ordinary, or different than what they're both used to. They both know, however, that Viktor is starting to cave on a few things, so Jayce might naturally have some success with casual affection in the lab.
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Of course he can take it. Viktor wouldn't have suggested this if he had any doubts about his ability to do this. Unable to offer verbal confirmation, he opens his eyes a little and makes an affirmative noise in the back of his throat, nodding just slightly to say that he likes it. Jayce starts to move and Viktor gives himself over, hands curling around Jayce's backside reassuringly.
Jayce wants more--he can tell, and Viktor wants to give it to him. When he asks to go further, Viktor squeezes Jayce's thighs to give him permission, even as his throat clenches and his eyes water.]
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He tells himself this is what Viktor asked for, and the way he touches Jayce reassures him of that. His hands curved on his backside, a squeeze to his thighs, they are on the same page. Jayce understands part of this is Viktor wanting him to take some control, so after a few ragged breaths, the hand in Viktor's hair tightens. He holds his head where it is firmly. Then he releases some of his tightly wound control and goes that little bit deeper.
This seems like a good place to focus on moving instead of testing that clenched throat. So Jayce starts a solid pace of pulling out and in, his hips going far back so that Viktor's mouth is just around his head, before pushing back in to that same point. Jayce is making all kinds of noises, moaning and gasping, whispering Viktor's name as the rhythm takes over and he purely is into it.
His eyes remain open although fluttering a few times from the sensation, watching Viktor's face for signs of discomfort but mostly out of desire to memorize this. ]
Beautiful, you're beautiful. Want to fuck you. Want everything with you.
[ His words are on a whisper, in between little pleased sounds. ]
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The drag of Jayce's cock almost (but not quite) all the way out of his mouth offers him some reprieve, and he takes in a deep breath through his nose. Viktor's eyes are still shut, but his eyebrows are pinched together in concentration, seemingly focused entirely on not tapping out. He knows that he can, of course, but he's determined, wanting Jayce to get as much out of this as he possibly can. Wanting to see it through to its logical conclusion.
He does his best to be as relaxed as possible, even as he claws into his handholds, wanting Jayce to find no resistance as he slides in and out. Once he adjusts to the intrusion, Viktor hollows his cheeks, trying to make everything even tighter. Jayce starts babbling again and he allows himself to open his eyes, trying to meet Jayce's gaze to wordlessly offer reassurance.]
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Viktor's grip on him is tight and he likes that too, the only thing really keeping him from getting distracted worrying about Viktor's comfort. His hands are almost demanding in the way they encourage Jayce. He knows it would be so easy to let go like this, but when Viktor opens his eyes, two things happen.
1. He's hollowing his cheeks and that almost makes Jayce come on the spot with how tight it feels, so he groans loudly and grips the headboard so tightly it creaks as he pulls on it a little, gritting his teeth.
2. Their gazes meet and he knows he wants something else.
Jayce is torn between wanting to just ride this through to the natural end and trying to keep himself under control. His hand tightens in Viktor's hair and he pulls as the only real sign he can give at the moment that he needs him to stop. Because Jayce is catching his breath and bangs his head against the headboard, not too loud but distinct. ]
Stop.
[ He croaks, not sounding entirely sure of himself. Jayce's body disagrees with his choice and doesn't pull out of his mouth, but he's trying to get it together.]
I want to fuck you. I need to be inside of you. Please.
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He pulls away a little sloppily, sucking in air, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the temporary lack of unobstructed oxygen. Viktor is flushed and panting, but his eyebrows pinch in a way that indicates impatience. It would have been nice, he thinks to have Jayce finish in his mouth, or on his face, but now that he's decided otherwise, Viktor doesn't want to wait for it.]
Okay, come on. [He has no idea if Jayce wants to reconfigure them, but he does like the feeling of a larger body on top of him, so he might not be opposed to staying exactly like this. ] Do it, then.
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Viktor really can just stay where he is and while Jayce would love to see him ride him, as they've discussed before, that can always wait. They have plenty of time ahead of them to do anything. He is feeling more aggressive than usual after Viktor egged him on, pressing his full body down against Viktor now, no holding back.
He obviously isn't going to do just do it. He needs to take a little time to open Viktor up, which is good because it will keep him from coming the second he thrusts inside. Jayce's fingers are big like the rest of him so he coats them, getting right to it by circling Viktor's hole with his touch and then pushing a finger in.
At the same time, he moves down Viktor's body, taking one of Viktor's nipples into his mouth and sucking hard on it. His mouth and touch are a little rougher than he ordinarily would be, but he's riled up. Jayce is fully in the moment, not in his head for once. It's a good thing Viktor rarely has his shirt off with anyone else, because the way Jayce is going, he's going to cover him in little marks. Enough that anyone who sees them will get instantly uncomfortable with how much it reveals of his possessiveness.]
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Jayce will find little resistance, though Viktor certainly doesn't stop their current activities to confess that he spent some time in the washroom readying himself for exactly this. Instead, he gives himself over to Jayce's hands and mouth entirely, arching up into him and sucking in a sharp breath at the slight scraping of teeth against his nipple. Still, he doesn't seem to be opposed to any of this in the least, hooking his leg back around Jayce's hips, encouraging him closer.]
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He finds that Viktor is giving no resistance and seems very open all things considered, which can only mean either he worked on himself or he's always like this, the latter being unlikely. Jayce feels a surge of desire again with the idea that he prepared knowing he wanted Jayce like this, and he groans, moving a second finger in easily and thrusting them harder than he normally would. ]
Someone got ahead of us.
[ Jayce smiles into Viktor's chest and moves over to his other nipple to play with it next, sucking and then deliberately closing his teeth on the sharp point. Not too hard, but definitely some tension. He releases it after and flicks his tongue against it, fingers moving firm and certain in him. ]
Tell me you want me to fuck you, Viktor. Tell me how you want it.
[ This is not his pleading tone, he sounds confident, that bossiness Viktor mentioned taking over for right now. He sounds demanding more than begging. ]
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[He'd calculated a nonzero chance of this happening at one point or another over the course of the day, so of course he'd taken necessary action. Were they not pressed so firmly together, Viktor might offer Jayce a look to indicate that he was simply thinking ahead, and he cannot possibly be teasing him for this. He can't. It's not allowed--Viktor won't allow it.
Still, all his conviction is leaving him with every press of Jayce's fingers, the tongue against the bare skin of his chest and the sharp prick of teeth, just enough pain to be pleasurable. He thinks he's forgotten what it's like, to feel something beyond the fact that he's falling apart. Viktor wants to hold on to this as long as possible.]
Please-- [It spills out of him before he can stop himself. Viktor doesn't want to be the one begging--he likes to think he's too proud for that, but he feels like he no longer has control over his own body, much less the things that he's saying.] Jayce, I need it.
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[ Jayce would have spent the time preparing Viktor despite slowly losing his mind because he is not an inconsiderate lover. But they both are caught in something more intense than they expected and he doesn't want to slow down, he wants Viktor writhing under him. He has been less noisy and vocal than Jayce so far, which was to be expected, but he's fairly sure that is about to change. That is what he thinks moments before Viktor actually does beg him, and Jayce feels like he's spinning into madness.
He will be smug and proud about that later, but right then, he can't think outside of fulfilling that need his partner asked for. Jayce hurriedly pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock, moving back up Viktor's body. His hand grips Viktor's leg around him and squeezes, a silent warning to hold on, his other hand holding him up. But his entire body is on top of Viktor, covering him, even more so true when he guides himself where they both need him to be and then he's pushing inside of him, surrounding him in every possible way.
Jayce has to slow down if only because he has never experienced anything this good before. And he doesn't want to immediately lose it. He still is not as gentle or slow as he would normally try to be, instead he goes a little faster, pushes a little harder. He starts out on a moan that turns into a strangled cry when he bottoms out, trying to breathe.
He holds himself still to get it together but something in him snaps too, maybe he just is pushing his luck, but Jayce looks down at Viktor's face, his eyes dark from pupils blown wide. He is fully in him but not moving yet. ]
Say it again.
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There isn't much he can do as Jayce slides in inch by inch, so he holds on for dear life, barely feeling like he's touching the bed anymore with the way Jayce is holding him, enveloping him. He pitches his hips full off the mattress, leg hooked around Jayce's waist, the rest of him held up by one broad arm around the small of his back. Jayce outright groans when he bottoms out and Viktor has his eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed against the crook of his neck. He feels like he's had all the air knocked out of him, and Jayce wants him to say please again?]
Jayce-- [It's an exclamation more than anything else, Viktor's voice pitching upward at the feeling of being stretched open with Jayce's whole length inside him, though he's not so far gone that he isn't acutely aware of the fact that just the night before, Jayce had told him how much likes to hear Viktor say his name.] Do not make me beg you.
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Maybe Jayce would tease him more and push to get that please at a different time, but for now he just nods, turning his head into Viktor's hair where he has his face into Jayce's neck. He does love the sound of his name on Viktor's tongue though, in his distinct accent, and he nuzzles into Viktor's hair, kissing the strands. Jayce did already get a please out of him. That will feed him for a time.]
I'm going to move.
[ It is a warning more than anything else, for them both, because it is already so much for him to be inside of Viktor like this. That break to help them adjust gives Jayce a little more strength to take his time and not be the one mindlessly pounding Viktor into the mattress. He does pull his hips back, slowly, similarly to how he did when he first thrust into Viktor's mouth. He immediately regrets any space between them so slides back into him, less rough now that he has better control over himself.
Jayce groans and gasps into Viktor's hair, pulling out and in again, not a rhythm at all yet, more testing the waters as they both adjust. And because his body really wants to thrust so he is compromising. ]
Fuck. [ He croaks. ] You are so tight, V.
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[When he's in a position like this--so thoroughly enveloped by the body around him, unable to move much for worry of actually hurting himself--he'll find any other way to compensate. In this case, it's being verbally demanding, even if he's not sure how convincing it is when every minute shift of Jayce inside him threatens to send him over the edge. His own cock is pressed between them, no space for anything.
Jayce's first move in and out is slow and steady, and Viktor recognizes that he's trying to control himself. Perhaps part of him appreciates that, but the other part is impatient, able to push past the sting of it and any discomfort in favor of chasing waves of pleasure. He's got both legs hooked on Jayce's hips now, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.]
You want this, right? [Viktor's voice is low, out of breath, whispered right into Jayce's ear.] It's yours. You can take it.
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Mine.
[ Jayce murmurs, drunk with lust, and the next time he moves his thrust is sharp, a snap of his hips instead of a roll. He knows they are not going to last long once they really get started, but maybe that's okay. They are both on this ride together. He has never been so aroused, so keyed in, so desperate. It's beautiful in its agony. ]
You're mine.
[ After everything, Viktor is his. Finally. Jayce gives them both some mercy by taking off the leash. He moves in and out of Viktor with a roughness he would feel bad about later, no real rhythm working perfectly since all he can do is mindlessly chase the pleasure of being inside him. There is grace in the way his muscles ripple, in how every thrust pushes his toned stomach against Viktor's trapped cock, giving much-needed friction.
He tries to kiss him but there is no real way to do that when he's out of breath, moans dripping from his lips. Jayce can't even ask him to look at him, unable to keep his own eyes open as he fucks Viktor in the way they both truly want, passionate and growing in speed as he topples over the edge. He can only groan as he starts to orgasm but keeps moving as if he wants to wring out every second of it for them both. ]
Viktor.
[ He says his name as reverently as a prayer, finally able to kiss him as everything goes white. ]
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Jayce thrusts his hips forward with little fanfare and Viktor can't stifle the way he cries out, partially in shock but mostly in pleasure. His nails dig into Jayce's back as he rides it out, increasingly fervent thrusts threatening to white out his vision. Viktor's legs wrapped around him holds him in place at the apex of each thrust, even if he keeps to no discernible pattern. He does his best to hang on for the ride.]
Jayce--
[He repeats his partner's name back, just as desperate. Anything else he wants to say is muffled by the way Jayce's lips crash into his, everything tight and perfect between them.]
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He may have blacked out for just a second, it was the most intense orgasm of his life. When he comes to he is still buried deep inside of Viktor, pulling out of the kiss to take in deep sucking breaths. Jayce realizes then that Viktor is still hard against him and pushes himself up a little with a strong hand. Partially sitting up or just raising his torso enough, his other hand closes around Viktor's cock.
Surrounded in bliss he may be, but it isn't satisfying until he sees bliss on Viktor's face too, staring right at him from this vantage point. His hand uses the precum to make him very slick and he strokes him fast and firm, wanting him to get no real breath between the experience and the friction he needs. Jayce runs a finger along the underside of his head and then caresses the slit, aiming Viktor right toward his own chest. ]
Come, all over me, V, I want to drip with you, come on, now.
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Oh, fuck--
[It's barely audible, more of an exhale than anything else as Viktor has no choice but to ride out the last few moments, and this time he fully falls apart, coming in spurts, back arching uselessly. He lets out a protracted sob, one that cracks in the middle, then realizes what it sounds like and lets his forearm fall back against his face, an attempt to cover his mouth. But it's too late, and Jayce gets exactly what he wants out of Viktor, his hips pitching upward in aborted little thrusts, Jayce wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of him.
Too much. It's so much, and even after he finishes, every nerve feels like it's on fire. Any hope at keeping his composure, even superficially is lost as Jayce relentlessly brings him to completion.]
Jayce--Jayce, please--
[Stop touching him. Don't stop touching him. He doesn't know which would be worse.]
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He is still buried in him but no longer touching his cock as he softens, pressing their bodies together again and kissing him again, this time slow and loving. The roaring in his ears has come down and he knows this won't be comfortable for long, but he's not ready to let go of it. Despite still enveloping Viktor in his body, he doesn't slump all of his weight on him just because he's swimming in bliss. An arm holds him up from doing that. ]
That was so good, V, damn.
[ Good in bed is an understatement. They've both been in each other now and it was mindblowing. Jayce is going to want this so much he will have trouble concentrating, now that he's had it. But since Jayce is Jayce, he lifts his head to look at Viktor. ]
You're okay? I know I was rough.
[ It isn't his anxiety speaking, he's just trying to follow up with good communication. He knows that Viktor clearly was very into it, his legs around him and pleas were clear, but it was still very intense. ]
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Of course he's worried. Viktor can see it written all over his face, and his lips quirk upward slightly in response.]
I wanted it. [Viktor is still out of breath, pulling back only slightly from the kiss to reassure Jayce that he's just fine. Better than fine. His good leg is still hooked around Jayce's waist, his arms around his shoulders, which he uses as leverage to pull himself up, peppering wet kisses up his neck and the spot behind his ear.] You were perfect.
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You were perfect. It'll never get old, having Viktor tell him these things, he shivers pleasantly from how it makes him feel. Jayce has never been so rough before but he can't deny it felt really good to let go. They took their passion to a new level. He nuzzles into the side of Viktor's head, kissing his ear too, hanging onto the bliss of a mindblowing orgasm and then the happy aftermath of being wrapped in Viktor's arms. ]
You have no idea how hot it was when you said please. It's a miracle I held it together.
[ He knows Viktor saying that is a rare occurrence, let alone twice, but he wants to make sure he knows that Jayce loved it, that it made him ridiculously turned on. Jayce smiles and when he shifts his arms he can feel a little sting in his shoulders where Viktor held on. He hopes to make him scratch up his back badly another time. ]
I don't want to move off you. [ He sighs, moving back his head so he can find Viktor's mouth again for a light kiss. ] I know I have to. Ten more seconds.
[ Still though. He is going to crush Viktor before long. He's not going to be able to keep having sex with him if he suffocates him by staying too long.]
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[Viktor rolls his eyes in an attempt to gloss over the fact that he'd lost his composure and was genuinely begging, though they both know it certainly won't be the last time. He knows that despite what he's saying, his body is betraying him regardless, the way he's holding Jayce inside him more than enough indication that he enjoyed himself. And, of course, he's filing all this away for later--all the better to precisely calculate everything that makes Jayce come undone.
He does not actually count the seconds because he doesn't mind the weight of Jayce's body on his, but it's true that they have to move. As soon as Jayce is able to pull out, Viktor will scoot out from under him, turning on his side so that they can be face to face. In the meantime, he gives his chest and collar (what he can see of it, anyway) a little glance, taking in the bruises that have risen to the surface of his skin.]
You've simply ruined me. [A joke, of course. Viktor knows he actively encouraged this, and he'll be proud to wear the marks, but their relationship is still partially defined by teasing each other. This is no exception.] You're lucky I like it.
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[ Jayce will try very hard not to seduce Viktor at every possible moment, he respects they have other things to do, but it'll help when he can be free to put an arm around him or show little displays of affection all day. It'll fill that hole and he has wanted it for so long. He can't wait.
He does count the ten seconds before sighing and pulling out, but Viktor is already turned on his side and still snuggled in close to him, which is all he wants. Jayce smiles softly and slips onto his side too to look at him. When Viktor points out the bruises Jayce can't resist reaching out to caress his fingers along them, including where Viktor can't see so he knows there's more too.
He would be worried if he didn't know Viktor was teasing him and he flushes a little, dropping his hand down to rest over Viktor's hip, unable to stop touching him. This is too new, he can't help it. ]
I've never done any of that before.
[ Meaning he's never marked a lover, not yet at least, he doesn't know if Mel would have allowed it and she was the most recent person. It doesn't matter now that he's with the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, who luckily indeed likes it. Jayce looks into his eyes. ]
Maybe it's because you're the only person I've ever been in love with. I feel possessive and protective and I just ....
[ His hand moves up to cup Viktor's face, caressing his cheekbone. ]
Want to make you happy. More than anything. And give you everything you deserve.
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Jayce is discovering new things that he likes, too, it seems. Viktor hopes to continue the trend.]
Not bad, then. For a first try.
[Moving, at this point, seems almost impossible, so he takes in the moment instead. He and Jayce are practically nose to nose, and there's a warm hand brushing against his cheek. He smiles, genuinely, enjoying their closeness--even the prickle of sweat drying on his skin and messy sheets doesn't bother him, at least not for now. He simply looks, instead, taking in the perfect planes and angles of Jayce's face, the gold-ringed hazel of his eyes, and his chest suddenly aches with the thought that all of this is his. Despite everything, despite all of the outside forces trying to pull them apart and turn them against each other, they've come back to this anyway. It seems almost ridiculous, now, that he denied himself the man in front of him for so long.
Jayce wants to make him happy. Viktor isn't so optimistic that he envisions much of a future outside of this moment, but for now it will be enough. If he gets to spend the time he has left just like this, it will be enough.]
You've already done that.
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People might notice. It's not all easy to hide.
[ Jayce did try in the start to put it in hiding spots since they wear enough clothes and he knows where it wouldn't show. But then Viktor urged him on and he went really off his leash on that one. He somehow manages to sound both apologetic and pleased. He doesn't know what to make of this urge, outside of that he wants everyone to know they're together. This is also true in general. He would probably scream it out the window if he didn't know that was ridiculous.
They've moved quicker to clean themselves before but Jayce doesn't mind staying sticky and messy longer, in fact he loves that Viktor is letting them both languish in it. Viktor is smiling at him and Jayce looks at his face with the same kind of admiration. His eyes, his cheekbones, the lips curved at him. Viktor looks happy. He really does. ]
Then I'll just have to keep it up. I finally have you. I've never been happier.
[ Maybe a streak of guilt will strike him at times, that he has something so beautiful when he has done some ugly things, but not right now. Jayce kisses him long and lingering, he is never going to get sick of these lips, that will be the hardest part of trying to be good. He puts his arm around Viktor and kisses his cheek, nuzzling down into the curve of his neck. He holds him in a warm hug, so thankful. Treasuring this moment. ]
Okay I'll get us something to clean up, and you can tell me what boundaries we have at work. I can't promise not to kiss you at all, but I can be reasoned with.
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[He'd wear the red marks on his neck into a Council meeting, at this point. Of course, it's very easy to say when he's so far removed from it (perhaps he would not be so bold, if it was a real possibility), but Viktor is riding high on the way Jayce has pledged himself to him, and it's not difficult to envision a scenario where he flaunts that in front of a room of Piltover's elite. Let them know just who their golden boy belongs to.
Here, it matters even less, so he has no real issues with the fact that his tie and collar won't cover everything. It isn't as if his and Jayce's closeness is a secret, and he imagines most of their friends won't be surprised to hear of the logical progression of their relationship.
He still feels a little guilty. A little selfish. He doesn't think that will go away, especially if his health takes a further turn for the worse, but Jayce has made it clear that they're going to weather this together, no matter how it ends. Jayce kisses him and then makes himself comfortable in the crook of his neck and Viktor wraps arms around him, content to let the moment linger until Jayce starts to move again.]
I'm going to need a little more than a wet rag this time. [He'll get out of bed too, fully intending to head back to the bath and rinse. It surprises him, that Jayce wants to talk boundaries now, but perhaps it's better if they get it over with.] I don't have anything specific in mind. I just don't want to be disturbed while I'm working on something important.
[So, nothing too out of the ordinary, or different than what they're both used to. They both know, however, that Viktor is starting to cave on a few things, so Jayce might naturally have some success with casual affection in the lab.
He's absolutely not going to say as much.]
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