[ 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.]
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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.]