[He's so nervous. He's sweating like he's spent a day in the Forges. Maybe this conversation shouldn't have happened over text messages, but -- they're here now. They've both expressed, in their own odd ways, how they feel for each other.
Jayce had planned to take it slow, since Viktor had seemed reluctant to come clean about his feelings. Just spending more time together outside of the lab, perhaps. Taking Viktor out to dinner somewhere nicer than a coffee shop, maybe getting to hold his hand or have a parting kiss.
But then Viktor had mentioned punishing him and if they had been speaking face to face? Jayce would have fallen to his knees immediately. And now here he is, in front of Viktor's door, trying to remember how his lungs work as he raises his fist to knock.]
[ Viktor is, of course, neurotic the whole time that passes between their last text and Jayce's arrival. He thinks multiple times of sending a follow-up, something clarifying that will somehow solve all of his problems, but he can never draft something that doesn't sound stupid. 'But it's your mind I'm really interested in' seems ridiculous after saying such forward things. Jayce is probably going to think this is a— booty call.
Reading back through their messages (which he's done about a hundred times now), it sort of is. But Viktor doesn't feel quite as brave face-to-face, where Jayce will have to see him. He wishes for nothing more than to throw this awful cane away before Jayce gets here, but then his leg might give out and he'd really ruin everything, so...
The cane click-clacks against the floor as he goes to open the door. He doesn't look like a man who just several deranged texts about his fantasies about his lab partner. He looks like Viktor. ]
You are here.
[ Like he didn't really believe Jayce would show up. ]
[It is, a little. A brainstorming call, ostensibly, but with the intent and potential for something... more. Jayce wipes his sweaty palms off on the legs of his pants as he hears the deeply familiar sound of Viktor's cane tak-taking across the room and he tries to steady his breathing at least a little.
There a thousand things he wants to say when the door opens. Things you just don't say standing in the doorway of your (ethereally beautiful) lab partner. Your nose turns up a little at the tip and it makes me want to kiss it all the time. There's a freckle on your neck and I want to bite it whenever I catch a glimpse of it. I bet my hands could fit around your waist if I tried.
Instead, he steps just a bit closer and gives Viktor one of those lopsided sort of smiles he does when he's unsure if Viktor will like his idea or not.] I think you should let me in. So we can keep brainstorming.
[ Viktor's heart does a little pitter-patter when Jayce just takes one step closer, which. Again. This is really a problem. He wants Jayce to take a lot of steps closer, but instead he takes his own step back, opening the door further so that Jayce can come in.
His place is relatively put-together, in a way that makes it clear he was haphazardly cleaning in anticipation for Jayce's arrival. There's probably a precarious stack of bits and bobs stuffed into a cabinet somewhere, and the next time Viktor opens it, it's all going to fall out into his head.
That's the furthest thing from Viktor's priority right now, though. As he makes his way into the apartment, he casually pushes an askew notebook on the coffee table back into alignment. ]
I was not sure if you changed your mind on the way.
[ Maybe Jayce realized that he was having a moment of temporary insanity and now that he's looking at Viktor, he's suddenly going to remember that he's poor and sickly and disabled. ]
...It would be all right, if you did.
[ Jayce is a sensitive soul, and Viktor doesn't want him to fear what his reaction might be if Jayce reneges. ]
It would take a lot more than a walk across campus to change my mind, I promise you that.
[All of these things he knows. That Viktor is sick, that he needs a brace for his leg and for his back to keep him upright, that there's something wrong with his lungs. But it's just... Viktor. It's all a part of him, and Jayce cares so much for the whole incredible person that Viktor is that everything Viktor finds imperfect about himself just... fades. Not forgotten, but not a factor in his attraction.
There's a moment of hesitation, of uncertainty before he reaches out to touch Viktor's hand. Tentatively at first, and then turning his hand to twine their fingers together. Linking them.]
[ He should probably ask what 'this' is to Jayce, because he's not entirely sure, but then Jayce is touching him and standing close to him and he— what was it Jayce called it? Short-circuits. He can't stop thinking about how big and warm Jayce's hand is, and how he can feel the calluses on Jayce's fingers from working in the forge and building their machines.
Viktor surges forward, pressing his lips to Jayce's. He has to rock up on the balls of his feet to reach him, which should be annoying but is in actuality very appealing, and then— it's over as quickly as it began, Viktor pulling back with a red face that makes it clear he didn't actually mean to do so. Impulsivity isn't like him. He usually has his feelings under tight control, so that he can make decisions based on rationality and not emotion.
He stares at Jayce's mouth for a moment, resisting the ridiculous urge to rap him with his cane for the crime of being attractive. ]
—I did not mean to do that.
[ Not that he didn't want to (he did, probably way too much). But he should have asked first, or offered him a drink first, or at least let Jayce come more than a couple steps into his apartment first. ]
Wait -- [His free hand reaches out to touch Viktor's cheek, before he can get too far away. Viktor's hand feels cool in his, and he's not sure if he'd realized until he was this close how much shorter Viktor is than him. Or maybe it was just Viktor's larger than life personality that made him think otherwise.
The touch lingers, fingertips sliding over Viktor's cheek, down a little further so he can cup his hand over Viktor's jaw.]
I've been wanting you to kiss me for a while now, actually. And -- gods, you have the prettiest blush I've ever seen.
[ Viktor is fairly certain that he looks like a sheet of white paper that's been colored on with red marker, but Jayce sounds so earnest in his declaration that his face heats more. He has none of Jayce's boyish handsomeness, and he feels incredibly inadequate staring someone who's both this impossibly good-looking and endlessly good-hearted in the face. The thought that someone like Jayce has wanted to be kissed by someone like Viktor is— ]
Ridiculous.
[ His tone is warm underneath the overtones of disapproval. It always is. 'Ridiculous' is usually what he says when Jayce has actually said something wonderful. ]
I would not mind doing it again.
[ Obviously. He's spent ages trying not to think about Jayce as anything other than a friend and lab partner, and now that he's opened the floodgates, it's a deluge. ]
I'm starting to think you like me being ridiculous. [Gently, tentatively, he nudges their noses together. Shifting a little further into Viktor's space, as if drawn by magnets to him. Close enough to breathe in each of Viktor's exhales, and the idea makes his head swim a little.
He's even more beautiful, up close. All long lashes and fair skin and that sweet flush across his cheeks. Jayce wants nothing more than to map out each freckle with his hands and mouth.]
[ Jayce really is oblivious if he's only starting to think that Viktor likes when he's ridiculous. He's liked it the whole time, and thought it embarrassingly obvious. He doesn't mention this, if only because he can't think straight with Jayce so close to him. It really is a problem, because before he'd been able to keep his emotions on a tight leash knowing that Jayce would never, ever want him, but now that he might actually be allowed to do things like kiss him, he's not sure he'll be able to think of anything else. It's worrisome. How is he ever going to get anything done in the lab without being consumed with very unscientific thoughts? ]
Yes, I think— a repeat trial is needed here.
[ He recognizes that he sounds stupid even as he says it, but his rational mind is trapped behind a thick pane of glass at the moment. Viktor lets their lips brush—it feels like that time they connected the wrong wires and got an electric shock—tentatively at first, before leaning in to kiss Jayce in earnest, investigative even in this; he kisses like he wants to map every centimeter of Jayce's mouth by feel. ]
[He did have a suspicion -- a hypothesis, even. But this moment confirmed it for him, and Jayce realizes he'll have to deal with that flushed, breathless feeling every time Viktor calls him ridiculous from now on. Some sacrifices must be made, he supposes.
There's something at the tip of his tongue, some smart reply about providing Viktor with more data points, but then their mouths are touching again and Jayce sucks in a breath like he's been punched. It feels like Viktor's stolen all the air from his lungs, but Jayce is more than happy to give it. Holds still to let Viktor explore, parting his lips to invite him deeper.]
[ His heart is pounding so hard that it feels like they must be able to hear it all the way in the Undercity. It feels like Jayce must be able to hear it, at least, but he doesn't laugh or ask if Viktor might be having a heart attack, so by some miracle that must not be true.
Viktor longs, once again, to throw aside this stupid cane. With it, he has only one hand to touch Jayce with. He makes the best of it, fingers finding Jayce's collar and tugging him closer so that he can create all sorts of interesting new data points, ones he catalogues in his mind with the utmost of care. The heat of Jayce's mouth, the way his tongue feels sliding against Viktor's, how impossibly sweet and pliant he is.
Yet another stupid limitation of the human body: Viktor has to catch his breath at some point, and doing so requires pulling away. He's loath to do so, but seeing Jayce's freshly kissed face makes up for it. ]
The results are inconclusive. [ There's nothing inconclusive about the way he feels right now. ] I am afraid we will have to repeat the study. [ A beat. ] Many times.
[The tug to his collar is good and is met with a surprised noise that melts into something undeniably pleased. The gesture puts him in mind of Viktor threatening (promising?) to reprimand him for being a distraction, and his next noise is a little more needy. And then Viktor is leaning away and that noise is wounded.]
Inconclusive? [It's a little slurred, and Jayce himself looks slightly dazed after being kissed so thoroughly. His lips are swollen, and though his complexion is darker than Viktor's, a similar flush creeps over his cheeks.] Oh -- yes. Yes, agreed. We absolutely should. We wouldn't want to come to any conclusions based on incomplete evidence.
[ It should be illegal for Jayce to make noises like that, actually, because it activates some long-dormant part of Viktor's brain that he's worked tirelessly to suppress. He's always been ambitious in work, always bit off more than he could chew, but that never translated to his personal life. There, he'd kept his expectations low and the desire for anything more under lock and key, but now he wants, and— ]
I would. Uh -- [He laughs, a little nervous, a little shy. Still addled from the kiss. He's had a handful of flings in the past. Nothing very long term, but -- Viktor is different. He's into Viktor's body, of course he is, but there's the mental connection as well that makes everything feel that much more intense.
So he tugs at Viktor's hand, moving over to the couch to sit there. Even if they don't kiss again today, it's okay. He's happy to just be close.] Come sit with me?
[ Viktor would be humiliated if he knew Jayce was thinking such pure, wholesome thoughts as it's okay if we don't kiss again today. He's still operating under the assumption that brainstorming is nothing more than a euphemism, and even if it weren't, surely inviting Jayce to the couch was such an obvious, desperate come-on that he couldn't possibly misinterpret it.
So, when he sits beside Jayce, there's only a moment's awkward pause before he shifts, leaning in again to fit their mouths together, weight pressing against Jayce in a way meant to encourage him to lie back. Again, so embarrassingly forward that he'd just die if he didn't think Jayce was expecting it. ]
[Oh. Oh. They really are -- Jayce has to scramble to reorient himself. He'd wanted very much for brainstorming to mean something more, though he had thought there might be some talking involved. He'd imagined Viktor leaning close, lips against his ear as he whispered absolutely filthy things to him.
But this is so much better.
The sound he makes is a little surprised, eyebrows raised a little but he goes happily where Viktor guides him. Shifting a little to the side so he can turn and lean back against the arm of the sofa. His hand tugs at Viktor's hip, like he's worried his partner might not move with him, might change his mind and pull away.]
[ There's a split-second of pain shooting up Viktor's leg as he crawls over and on top of Jayce's reclined body, and he winces before leaning all of his weight onto his good side. This is not, strictly, a particularly good position for him given his ailments, but it's the position he very much wants to be in, so he resolves to do his damnedest to make it work. He has long imagined—despite every attempt to repress the thought—of what Jayce's body might feel like under his, against his. Viktor is all angles, pointy and unpleasant, but everything about Jayce is welcoming. ]
[Jayce holds still again, letting Viktor move and adjust their bodies to something (at least relatively) comfortable for him. Jayce's body is built solid and made sturdy by years working in the Forge, and he's absolutely fascinated by all the ways Viktor's angles fit against his curves.
It's perfect. Viktor is perfect.
His hands twitch a little at Viktor's hips, studying his face for any signs of discomfort with wide, eager eyes. Wanting to touch but unsure if he's allowed.]
It's very very much to my liking. But I'll tell you, if something isn't.
[ Jayce looks so very sweet underneath him like this, better than anything he could have possibly imagined; Viktor has the horrified realization that he may never think of anything but the look on Jayce's face as he peers up at him again. He can already feel his mind throwing out old, unused files for the sake of more memories of Jayce.
But he's almost a little too sweet. Cautious in comparison to Viktor's risk-taking, just like in the lab. ]
You know, I will not break if you touch me. [ Emotionally or physically. But he knows Jayce, and he fears that it will sound to him like a reprimand even when it's the farthest thing from displeased, so he adds, softer for Jayce's sake, ] I would like you to.
Oh no, I want to. [It comes out a little quick, maybe a little overeager, and the flush in his cheeks deepens. His caution has a reason, and he's not quite sure how to express that, just yet.] It's just -- you joked you'd have to reprimand me for being a distraction. But um.
That's also something to my liking. I was waiting, honestly, for you to tell me that I could touch. Or where -- sorry, I should stop talking. [Which he does, biting his lower lip to keep himself from rambling. A little shy, but also hopeful.]
[ Viktor tilts his head, cogs in his head turning. ]
—You wanted me to tell you what to do?
[ He swallows. That is, of course, appealing. He'd thought it too much, though, some sort of insane, slightly degenerate predilection that might scare poor, sweet, innocent Jayce off if he tried to incorporate it now. But— oh, Jayce is requesting it. His heart pounds harder, blood rushing to unsavory places.
Gods. Jayce is going to make him mad with power. It doesn't even take him a second to think of what to say, picking at the fabric of Jayce's shirt. ]
Yeah? [That eager expression is back, and a shiver works through him at the slight shift in Viktor's voice. Yes, he wants Viktor to tell him what to do. It always hits him square in the chest whenever Viktor gives him some sort of order, or uses a more stern tone in the lab, leading to some absolutely not-lab-appropriate thoughts and imagined scenarios.
Quickly, he pulls his tie loose and gets to work on the buttons of his shirt, trying to move quickly without tearing anything and tugging the hem loose from his trousers when he gets to the bottom.]
[ Viktor should not commit to memory the eagerness and quickness with which Jayce obeys him. That would be an insane thing to do. He's doing it right now regardless, tossing out irrelevant stored memories to make more room for this moment. ]
Good, [ he says, helping Jayce out of the shirt as best he can. He's seen Jayce shirtless plenty of times, shirtless and sweaty and hair rumpled from working in the Forge, but the sight is not any less wondrous now than it was the first time. Gently, unthinkingly, he reaches out to touch his hand to the plane of Jayce's stomach, the rise of his chest. Muscles are not usually something that appeal to him in a superficial sense, but these are the muscles that Jayce uses to navigate the world, to swing a hammer, crank a wrench. They're perfect. ]
You had nothing to worry about. Your shoulders are very proportional.
[Jayce's stomach muscles twitch slightly, clenching at the cool touch of Viktor's palm against his skin. His breathing is shallow, which Viktor can surely see in the short, quick rise and fall of his chest.
He's been shirtless around Viktor before, of course. They're comfortable around each other, and there have been many days were Jayce came up with a piece or a tool straight from the Forge. But this is different. This time he's shirtless for Viktor. It's purposeful, and it's sending goosebumps across his skin.]
Glad you think so. [It's a little distracted, and more than a little rough. Lower than his usual speaking voice.]
[ Viktor sits up, leg protesting fiercely but too stubborn to acquiesce; he's going to walk funny tomorrow for reasons that have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with obstinacy. As long as he perfectly maneuvers in such a way as not to put any weight on it tonight, it won't give out on him in a humiliating fashion. Hopefully.
He undoes his tie and tugs off his vest, although he stops short of removing his shirt. Jayce has undoubtedly seen his back brace when his shirt has ridden up, felt it when placing a hand on his back. Still, seeing a glimpse in the lab is different than having Viktor's defects on full display. Jayce would be kind about it, of course, but— he wants Jayce to think he's desirable, no matter how pathetic that might be.
His hand hovers over Jayce's waistband, is this all right stuck in his throat. Jayce doesn't want to be questioned, he thinks. He wants to turn his overactive brain off. So: ] You can be very restless. [ In the lab, out of it — endless movement. ] I must admit, I wonder if you could stay still while receiving pleasure.
[There's a whine there that Jayce doesn't quite realize he's making. A low noise of disappointment when Viktor stops undressing, and Viktor doesn't get to see all of him. He knows about the brace, of course, and gods he's imagined Viktor letting him peel it off, allowing him access to that secret skin underneath where he'd soothe away any marks or indentations left behind with his mouth and hands.
Maybe later. Because now, now Viktor's delicate fingers at at the fly of his trousers, and Jayce has to force himself to focus and absorb the words that are being said.
Still. He needs to keep still because sweetmercy Viktor is going to give him pleasure.] Yeah, yes, I can do that. For you.
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[He's so nervous. He's sweating like he's spent a day in the Forges. Maybe this conversation shouldn't have happened over text messages, but -- they're here now. They've both expressed, in their own odd ways, how they feel for each other.
Jayce had planned to take it slow, since Viktor had seemed reluctant to come clean about his feelings. Just spending more time together outside of the lab, perhaps. Taking Viktor out to dinner somewhere nicer than a coffee shop, maybe getting to hold his hand or have a parting kiss.
But then Viktor had mentioned punishing him and if they had been speaking face to face? Jayce would have fallen to his knees immediately. And now here he is, in front of Viktor's door, trying to remember how his lungs work as he raises his fist to knock.]
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Reading back through their messages (which he's done about a hundred times now), it sort of is. But Viktor doesn't feel quite as brave face-to-face, where Jayce will have to see him. He wishes for nothing more than to throw this awful cane away before Jayce gets here, but then his leg might give out and he'd really ruin everything, so...
The cane click-clacks against the floor as he goes to open the door. He doesn't look like a man who just several deranged texts about his fantasies about his lab partner. He looks like Viktor. ]
You are here.
[ Like he didn't really believe Jayce would show up. ]
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There a thousand things he wants to say when the door opens. Things you just don't say standing in the doorway of your (ethereally beautiful) lab partner. Your nose turns up a little at the tip and it makes me want to kiss it all the time. There's a freckle on your neck and I want to bite it whenever I catch a glimpse of it. I bet my hands could fit around your waist if I tried.
Instead, he steps just a bit closer and gives Viktor one of those lopsided sort of smiles he does when he's unsure if Viktor will like his idea or not.] I think you should let me in. So we can keep brainstorming.
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His place is relatively put-together, in a way that makes it clear he was haphazardly cleaning in anticipation for Jayce's arrival. There's probably a precarious stack of bits and bobs stuffed into a cabinet somewhere, and the next time Viktor opens it, it's all going to fall out into his head.
That's the furthest thing from Viktor's priority right now, though. As he makes his way into the apartment, he casually pushes an askew notebook on the coffee table back into alignment. ]
I was not sure if you changed your mind on the way.
[ Maybe Jayce realized that he was having a moment of temporary insanity and now that he's looking at Viktor, he's suddenly going to remember that he's poor and sickly and disabled. ]
...It would be all right, if you did.
[ Jayce is a sensitive soul, and Viktor doesn't want him to fear what his reaction might be if Jayce reneges. ]
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[All of these things he knows. That Viktor is sick, that he needs a brace for his leg and for his back to keep him upright, that there's something wrong with his lungs. But it's just... Viktor. It's all a part of him, and Jayce cares so much for the whole incredible person that Viktor is that everything Viktor finds imperfect about himself just... fades. Not forgotten, but not a factor in his attraction.
There's a moment of hesitation, of uncertainty before he reaches out to touch Viktor's hand. Tentatively at first, and then turning his hand to twine their fingers together. Linking them.]
I still want this. If you do.
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Viktor surges forward, pressing his lips to Jayce's. He has to rock up on the balls of his feet to reach him, which should be annoying but is in actuality very appealing, and then— it's over as quickly as it began, Viktor pulling back with a red face that makes it clear he didn't actually mean to do so. Impulsivity isn't like him. He usually has his feelings under tight control, so that he can make decisions based on rationality and not emotion.
He stares at Jayce's mouth for a moment, resisting the ridiculous urge to rap him with his cane for the crime of being attractive. ]
—I did not mean to do that.
[ Not that he didn't want to (he did, probably way too much). But he should have asked first, or offered him a drink first, or at least let Jayce come more than a couple steps into his apartment first. ]
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The touch lingers, fingertips sliding over Viktor's cheek, down a little further so he can cup his hand over Viktor's jaw.]
I've been wanting you to kiss me for a while now, actually. And -- gods, you have the prettiest blush I've ever seen.
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Ridiculous.
[ His tone is warm underneath the overtones of disapproval. It always is. 'Ridiculous' is usually what he says when Jayce has actually said something wonderful. ]
I would not mind doing it again.
[ Obviously. He's spent ages trying not to think about Jayce as anything other than a friend and lab partner, and now that he's opened the floodgates, it's a deluge. ]
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He's even more beautiful, up close. All long lashes and fair skin and that sweet flush across his cheeks. Jayce wants nothing more than to map out each freckle with his hands and mouth.]
You should kiss me again, then.
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Yes, I think— a repeat trial is needed here.
[ He recognizes that he sounds stupid even as he says it, but his rational mind is trapped behind a thick pane of glass at the moment. Viktor lets their lips brush—it feels like that time they connected the wrong wires and got an electric shock—tentatively at first, before leaning in to kiss Jayce in earnest, investigative even in this; he kisses like he wants to map every centimeter of Jayce's mouth by feel. ]
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There's something at the tip of his tongue, some smart reply about providing Viktor with more data points, but then their mouths are touching again and Jayce sucks in a breath like he's been punched. It feels like Viktor's stolen all the air from his lungs, but Jayce is more than happy to give it. Holds still to let Viktor explore, parting his lips to invite him deeper.]
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Viktor longs, once again, to throw aside this stupid cane. With it, he has only one hand to touch Jayce with. He makes the best of it, fingers finding Jayce's collar and tugging him closer so that he can create all sorts of interesting new data points, ones he catalogues in his mind with the utmost of care. The heat of Jayce's mouth, the way his tongue feels sliding against Viktor's, how impossibly sweet and pliant he is.
Yet another stupid limitation of the human body: Viktor has to catch his breath at some point, and doing so requires pulling away. He's loath to do so, but seeing Jayce's freshly kissed face makes up for it. ]
The results are inconclusive. [ There's nothing inconclusive about the way he feels right now. ] I am afraid we will have to repeat the study. [ A beat. ] Many times.
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Inconclusive? [It's a little slurred, and Jayce himself looks slightly dazed after being kissed so thoroughly. His lips are swollen, and though his complexion is darker than Viktor's, a similar flush creeps over his cheeks.] Oh -- yes. Yes, agreed. We absolutely should. We wouldn't want to come to any conclusions based on incomplete evidence.
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I have a couch.
[ He cringes at how stupid he sounds. ]
If... you would like to sit.
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So he tugs at Viktor's hand, moving over to the couch to sit there. Even if they don't kiss again today, it's okay. He's happy to just be close.] Come sit with me?
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So, when he sits beside Jayce, there's only a moment's awkward pause before he shifts, leaning in again to fit their mouths together, weight pressing against Jayce in a way meant to encourage him to lie back. Again, so embarrassingly forward that he'd just die if he didn't think Jayce was expecting it. ]
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But this is so much better.
The sound he makes is a little surprised, eyebrows raised a little but he goes happily where Viktor guides him. Shifting a little to the side so he can turn and lean back against the arm of the sofa. His hand tugs at Viktor's hip, like he's worried his partner might not move with him, might change his mind and pull away.]
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You will tell me if this is not to your liking.
[ Not a question. Non-negotiable. ]
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It's perfect. Viktor is perfect.
His hands twitch a little at Viktor's hips, studying his face for any signs of discomfort with wide, eager eyes. Wanting to touch but unsure if he's allowed.]
It's very very much to my liking. But I'll tell you, if something isn't.
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But he's almost a little too sweet. Cautious in comparison to Viktor's risk-taking, just like in the lab. ]
You know, I will not break if you touch me. [ Emotionally or physically. But he knows Jayce, and he fears that it will sound to him like a reprimand even when it's the farthest thing from displeased, so he adds, softer for Jayce's sake, ] I would like you to.
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That's also something to my liking. I was waiting, honestly, for you to tell me that I could touch. Or where -- sorry, I should stop talking. [Which he does, biting his lower lip to keep himself from rambling. A little shy, but also hopeful.]
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—You wanted me to tell you what to do?
[ He swallows. That is, of course, appealing. He'd thought it too much, though, some sort of insane, slightly degenerate predilection that might scare poor, sweet, innocent Jayce off if he tried to incorporate it now. But— oh, Jayce is requesting it. His heart pounds harder, blood rushing to unsavory places.
Gods. Jayce is going to make him mad with power. It doesn't even take him a second to think of what to say, picking at the fabric of Jayce's shirt. ]
Then I would have you take this off.
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Quickly, he pulls his tie loose and gets to work on the buttons of his shirt, trying to move quickly without tearing anything and tugging the hem loose from his trousers when he gets to the bottom.]
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Good, [ he says, helping Jayce out of the shirt as best he can. He's seen Jayce shirtless plenty of times, shirtless and sweaty and hair rumpled from working in the Forge, but the sight is not any less wondrous now than it was the first time. Gently, unthinkingly, he reaches out to touch his hand to the plane of Jayce's stomach, the rise of his chest. Muscles are not usually something that appeal to him in a superficial sense, but these are the muscles that Jayce uses to navigate the world, to swing a hammer, crank a wrench. They're perfect. ]
You had nothing to worry about. Your shoulders are very proportional.
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He's been shirtless around Viktor before, of course. They're comfortable around each other, and there have been many days were Jayce came up with a piece or a tool straight from the Forge. But this is different. This time he's shirtless for Viktor. It's purposeful, and it's sending goosebumps across his skin.]
Glad you think so. [It's a little distracted, and more than a little rough. Lower than his usual speaking voice.]
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He undoes his tie and tugs off his vest, although he stops short of removing his shirt. Jayce has undoubtedly seen his back brace when his shirt has ridden up, felt it when placing a hand on his back. Still, seeing a glimpse in the lab is different than having Viktor's defects on full display. Jayce would be kind about it, of course, but— he wants Jayce to think he's desirable, no matter how pathetic that might be.
His hand hovers over Jayce's waistband, is this all right stuck in his throat. Jayce doesn't want to be questioned, he thinks. He wants to turn his overactive brain off. So: ] You can be very restless. [ In the lab, out of it — endless movement. ] I must admit, I wonder if you could stay still while receiving pleasure.
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Maybe later. Because now, now Viktor's delicate fingers at at the fly of his trousers, and Jayce has to force himself to focus and absorb the words that are being said.
Still. He needs to keep still because sweetmercy Viktor is going to give him pleasure.] Yeah, yes, I can do that. For you.