[ 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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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.