bakerstreet | My type

[Ah, he's adorable. Perfectly adorable. Viktor slides a hand into Jayce's hair in a tender little caress as he nods and stammers out his agreement, again scratching lightly at his scalp to soothe and reassure him.

His hand doesn't fall away until Jayce finally touches his flushed cock and he has to grab onto a fistful of the bedsheets, fighting the urge to do anything with his hips that his legs won't be able to support.]

Oh - Jayce, that's... [Good, amazing, incredible, what? What can he even say? The way his cock twitches beneath Jayce's hand probably says more than enough, and his trembling thighs add some salient points as well. No matter how aroused he's thought he was in the past, in those rare and frustrating moments when he's had to pleasure himself just to clear his damn mind, it's never felt anything like this.]

... wait, really?

[ Moaning at the hand in his hair, shivers running down his spine when Viktor scratches his nails through it, he pushes into the touches. He misses it as soon as it's gone, watching Viktor's fingers twist into the sheets and thinking he'd like to feel that in his hair instead. ]

You can pull my hair. [ He blushes hot, looking up to meet Viktor's eyes even as he wraps his hand around his dick. He's never touched one from this angle, the only experience being when he touched himself, but he thinks... well, it's the same basic starting principle, right? So he presses his thumb beneath the head to test Viktor's reaction, his other hand resting high on one of those pretty shaking thighs. ]

Um, yeah? You're shorter but bigger. I just didn't know. [ Is it weird? Could Viktor be hung up on the fact that Jayce was even thinking about such things before? Or does he simply not know without a point of comparison? ]

[Oh. Well. That offer actually makes Viktor's skin flush even hotter too, which seems impossible at this point. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he threads his fingers through Jayce's hair again and clutches it tight in a closed fist, and a new spark flickers in his amber eyes: so long as they clarified what they were and weren't comfortable doing beforehand, Viktor could really exert some power with a grip like this.

Apparently he's got quite a taste for that notion.]

Ah... [And now there's a hint of pride tugging at his lips, the grin that appears there bordering on smug.] ... well, what can I say? It's only fair that nature should reserve some gifts for the otherwise physically disadvantaged...

[And he's definitely just learning about his gift right now.]

[ Unfortunately, Jayce misses the look in Viktor's eyes as he tugs on his hair because his own are fluttering closed. It's not painful, not really, and it sends shivers through him that feel like they gather between his legs where his cock throbs. All he can do is breathe a shaky whisper of Viktor's name, screw his eyes shut tight, and then open them again.

Viktor looks gorgeous like this, hand in his hair and smirk tugging at his mouth. Jayce's stomach flips—he's always loved this confident side of Viktor that he gets to see when he's first to finish a calculation or correctly predicts the outcome of an experiment, and now he gets to see him like this in bed, too. ]

I think I'm the one getting the gift. [ Looking down at said gift, he rubs his thumb over the slit to smear the bead of precome gathered there. His other hand continues to absentmindedly tug his clothes down, and ultimately Jayce has to climb off of the bed to finish divesting Viktor of his trousers and socks, as instructed, with the bonus of his underwear. As soon as they all join his shirt on the lab floor, he's right back to straddling Viktor's legs and now taking his cock in both hands. ]

[Viktor takes advantage of those moments when Jayce is off the bed to finish unbuttoning his own shirt, though he doesn't have time to shed it entirely before Jayce is back on top of him and gripping him with those big, powerful hands once again. He's not even sure what exactly he sighs out in response - something along the lines of yes that's it, mindless encouragement - as heat melts away his coherent thoughts and turns him into a creature of instinct.

His next instinct? Grabbing at Jayce's thick, still-clothed thighs, his thumbs pressing in to knead bulky ridges of muscle while Jayce feels out all his sweet spots. He's incredibly tempted to cup his hand around Jayce's own bulge but when those damn hands are doing such good work... he can't help but indulge in the slow build of pleasure instead, eyelids fluttering and lips working around more shaky, breathless words of praise for Jayce's ministrations.]

Feels incredible... so good, Jayce...

[ Viktor looks so deliciously disheveled with his shirt hanging open and hanging off of one shoulder. Even if they're just random words, each one still settles into Jayce's skin and makes him hotter and harder. Something he's always known about himself is his enjoyment of praise, but he'd never thought that might extend to the bedroom. Maybe it's because it's Viktor, or maybe it's because he needs the reassurance he's doing the right things, but each little word is better than a physical touch. ]

Viktor... [ He moves one hand off to smooth up his stomach, curving around to his hip, ghosting over his ribs. He's beautiful, and not only is he letting Jayce touch him, he wants to be touched by him. That in itself makes him puff up a little with pride. ] Tell me how I should please you.

[This is where a better person would insist that all the focus shouldn't be on them, Jayce should get some stimulation too, he's not even fully undressed, he doesn't need to be so selfless... but Viktor isn't that person, at least not at the moment. Having his broken and insufficient body, the bane of his existence, utterly worshipped by a beautiful man like Jayce is healing wounds he never thought anybody would be able to reach, and it's too addictive to pass up when it's offered freely.]

Kiss me, [Viktor whispers, then quickly adds:] My body. Kiss my body like you would my mouth.

[There's no hiding the vulnerability of that request and Viktor doesn't even try. His eyes are soft with emotion, his hands now caressing instead of squeezing as if to apologize: I know you want all of me equally, but the most deeply scarred part of me still needs proof.]

[ Jayce's heart stutters, reading between the lines of Viktor's words, guided by the shine of his eyes. Some others might find it selfish, but not Jayce, not when he wants to worship every bit of Viktor's body that he can get his hands and mouth on. He's not here to deny that Viktor's body is imperfect, but he does silently vow to show him how loved he is despite that, because of that. Viktor wouldn't be himself if anything about him was different, and maybe they wouldn't have even met if circumstances were even a little bit different. Jayce is grateful for the life that Viktor saved, one that he can now dedicate to lavishing his partner with love and desire and pleasure.

Without speaking, he just nods and leans in to start with his mouth, claiming it in a kiss. Before he can get too lost in it, he moves to the corner of his lips, then his beautifully sharp jaw, then down the column of his neck. His hand leaves his cock so he can hold Viktor's waist in both hands, steadying himself and playing his fingers across each rib. He continues kissing lower, outlining collarbones with the passage of lips, and then moving down the center of his chest to trail lower.

He shifts his knees towards the end of the bed, still keeping his weight off of Viktor's legs but making it easier to get closer to him. A hand moves higher up Viktor's side so Jayce can rub his thumb over one of his nipples as he kisses the other, tongue dragging over it the next moment. ]

Will you talk to me? [ He mouths the words against Viktor's chest, his own hot breath filling the minimal space between them. ] I love your voice so much, Viktor.

[As soon as Jayce's mouth leaves Viktor's and starts its slow descent of his body, Viktor finds himself unable to utter much more than soft whimpers and the occasional moan when Jayce finds a spot that sends a shock of pleasure through him - his neck, of course, but also his nipples and the concave dip of skin between his ribcage and his stomach. Did he really think he was reaching the peak of his capacity for pleasure before, just from the touch of Jayce's hands? This is more like diving into a raging wildfire, the way heat ripples outward from every kiss and touch until his whole body aches with it.

He can't think clearly, can barely remember how to form words with his mouth, but Jayce knows just how to coax speech back out of him with those sweet words. I love your voice so much... already Viktor feels less of a jolt when Jayce uses that word to describe part of him. It's like every second they've known each other has been a year and they've loved each other forever.]

I... I would say I had - oh - given up on ever feeling - anything like this - [Despite the way his voice twists and cracks with each wave of heat Jayce's mouth brings crashing down on him, Viktor doggedly carries on:] - but I don't think I ever - mmmm - expected it at all. You're really like - like a miracle to me in so many ways -

[Not exactly dirty talk, but Viktor doesn't think Jayce will mind the sentimentality. This moment is too raw to express with anything but painful sincerity.]

- oh gods, Jayce, don't stop...!

[ Sentimentality is perfect for tonight, in Jayce's humble opinion. They'll have time for other things later—a thought that has Jayce's metaphorical tail wagging—but this is the first time and so it deserves to be handled seriously, earnestly. It makes his heart clench in his chest to think that Viktor had never expected to be loved or desired, or that even if he had at some point, he'd given up on that. Jayce is a bleeding heart for abandoned dreams, so it makes it all the more meaningful that they can rekindle this part of Viktor together. He's so deserving of love, and Jayce wouldn't trust anyone else to give it to him properly.

Breathing hot against the center of Viktor's chest, Jayce presses his forehead to the warm skin as he takes a moment to ground himself. Stop? He couldn't stop if he wanted to, could only dream of it if Viktor were the one to tell him so. He keeps kissing lower, hands trailing behind him to pinch at both nipples while his mouth reaches Viktor's stomach where he dips his tongue into his navel. ]

You're the miracle. [ He laughs softly and drags his hands down to slot around Viktor's waist again, thumbs rubbing circles into the front of his hips. ] You came into my life at the perfect time.

[He's so close now. Jayce is so close to the epicenter of his need, his mouth is so hot and wet and he's so close...

Viktor's voice rises to a whine and he bucks his hips desperately, grabbing and tugging at Jayce's hair but not actually pushing his head lower. His hands shake with the urge, but he doesn't force the issue.]

Jayce, please...

[It should be criminal to make someone's heart and dick swell so much at the same time. How is Viktor supposed to maintain any sort of sense during this sensory tidal wave?]

[ Even if Viktor doesn't actually push him any lower, the pressure gets the point across perfectly. It makes Jayce's cock throb where it's straining in his trousers, but right now, he's so focused on Viktor that he doesn't consider his own need. All that matters if Viktor, his melodious voice, and the heat of his cock so close to Jayce's mouth.

He's not a tease, at least not tonight, and if Viktor is begging for something then Jayce is going to give it to him.

Pressing a kiss to the head of Viktor's cock, he moans at the first taste of his partner turned lover. One of his hands leaves Viktor's waist to palm one side of his length while Jayce mouths down the other side, uncertain of any correct techniques but hopefully making up for it with his enthusiasm. Maybe he can focus on what draws out the best noises, for now, and what brings back those lovely twitches of Viktor's hips. ]

[Enthusiasm absolutely makes up for lack of technique with Viktor, because every moment of contact between Jayce's mouth and his cock lights his body up almost more than he can handle. Touch has been such a rare, tersely meted out delicacy for most of his life that someone who really knew how to give a blow job would probably get him off too quickly for him to process the flood of sensations. By contrast, the way Jayce's exploration continues to build up pleasure in increments, letting Viktor indulge in every stage, feels positively decadent.

The head of Viktor's cock is definitely where Jayce's tongue elicits the longest, loudest moans, as Viktor swears there should be sparks rising up in its path with each lick. Every now and then he'll find himself directing Jayce's head back to a spot that felt particularly good with a sharp tug on his hair and each time he wants to apologize, but it doesn't take him long to realize just how much Jayce enjoys the direction.

Between keening noises of pleasure, Viktor even manages to tease him a little about it:]

Jayce... you like to take orders, don't you?

[ Not only does each pull of his hair get Jayce to focus right where Viktor wants him to, it also makes him moan every damn time. It's the perfect way to learn, though, getting immediate feedback so he knows to focus on the head, press his tongue to the sensitive spot beneath it, suck just enough to feel it threaten to pop into his mouth. Maybe he's teasing now, just to give Viktor an excuse to keep that hand in his hair good and tight.

The observation—because he has to be honest with himself here, there's no guesswork needed—makes him blush all over again, hot with shame. Is it strange? Probably, but he also knows that it's not with everyone. Jayce Talis will break the rules when he deems them unfair and won't listen to words of caution from people who don't know what they're talking about. Viktor is different, his peer in so many ways—a brilliant scientist, a wild dreamer, a lonely boy hoping to help the world. Being obedient to him is about trusting his decisions and knowing that they'll lead to the most desirable outcome for the both of them.

Looking up at Viktor, locking eyes with him, Jayce sucks the head of his cock into his mouth as he nods, yes, obviously he likes to take orders. ]

[That does it. The combination of Jayce's unwavering stare and the wet heat of his mouth completely enveloping Viktor's cockhead sends his pleasure skyrocketing so fast that he has no hope of pulling himself back from the brink - he digs his heels into the bed, throws his head back with a tremulous cry, and spills all over Jayce's tongue.

Everything feels hazy and indistinct in the immediate aftermath of Viktor's first orgasm given to him by someone other than himself. There's a faint, unsteady hum in his ears like a lightbulb on the verge of guttering out, an impressionistic blurring to his vision, and his body feels almost too light to retain solid form. Bliss, he thinks, blinking stupidly at Jayce as his arms go limp and his hands drop back onto the bed. This is what's meant by the word bliss.

He'll have to apologize for coming right into his mouth without warning later.]

[ Viktor's fingers go tight in his hair, wavering on the edge of too painful, but then he comes and nothing else matters. He's beautiful, all the lines and angles of him going rigid for a moment before Jayce can see as well as taste and feel the moment pleasure crashes down around him. He watches with fascinated wonder as the orgasm shakes through him, bobbing his head slightly to milk that pleasure for as long as he can. He barely even registers the taste at first, more interested in swallowing every drop that hits his tongue—the thought to do anything else doesn't even occur to him. It's a gift, proof of how he'd been able to please Viktor and their love and there's no way in hell he'd spit it out.

He rubs both hands up and down Viktor's sides, soothing him through the shaky aftershocks as his breathing slows back down. He's practically melted across the bed, and Jayce smiles at the relaxed euphoria written on Viktor's face. Letting his softening cock slip from his lips with a slick, totally debauched sound, Jayce crawls up the bed to lie on his side next to Viktor. Right now there's nothing to say, just a hand rubbing gentle circles into his stomach while Jayce watches him come down from his high. ]

[Somehow, though it should be impossible, Jayce looks like even more of a golden god as he stretches out beside Viktor and eases him back down to earth. Viktor turns to face him with that same dopey, utterly adoring look still on his face and, when enough strength returns to his arms, catches Jayce's hand to link their fingers together.

One day, he swears to himself in that moment, he will find exactly the right position to keep his body properly supported and he will wreck this man.]

You will never know peace again from this day forward, Jayce Talis. Peace or productivity. Or anything else other than this.

[Gross hyperbole seems to Viktor like the only way he can express just what a sharp division this has created between Life Before Sex and Life After Sex. Truly the end of one era and the beginning of a much better one.]

[ Of all the things Viktor could have said in his post-coital bliss, that is not one that Jayce would have ever guessed. He laughs brightly, squeezing Viktor's hand and then lifting it to kiss his knuckles. Even though he'd like to kiss the man himself, he's not sure he'll be crazy about tasting himself on Jayce's lips. ]

Are you planning on turning me into a kept man? [ The way he says it seems to suggest he doesn't totally hate the idea. What could be bad about just doing science and having sex with Viktor all the time? They obviously don't even need to leave the lab.

Sighing as he leans in to kiss Viktor's neck, some of his hair sticking to the cooling sweat on his skin, Jayce nuzzles behind his ear. He's trying really hard to ignore his own painfully hard erection, but he can't help pressing his hips against Viktor's thigh in search of some friction. ]

[Before Viktor can come up with a clever response, that firm reminder of Jayce's arousal pulls him the rest of the way out of afterglow and anchors him right back in the present. To say nothing of Jayce's lips back on his neck, but Viktor's not letting himself get distracted by his own pleasure again, at least not until he's evened the score.

So with that mission in mind, he rolls onto his side to capture Jayce's mouth with his and slide a hand between their bodies. He shows absolutely none of the shy, considerate care Jayce did about possibly going too fast, but maybe that's to be expected now that the edge is well and truly off thanks to his own orgasm - or maybe that's just to be expected from "good thing I lifted the keys to my boss's lab" Viktor. His desire for Jayce has been bubbling away inside him for just as long and now it's his turn to drive the man he loves wild.]

Let me do some convincing first, [he murmurs against Jayce's lips while his fingers caress and massage the bulge in Jayce's pants.]

[ Jayce gasps into the kiss, both because he hadn't expected it and because of the hand reaching down to where he so desperately wants it. Allowing Viktor to be selfish with his pleasure first means that Jayce's desire has been simmering for what feels like forever, stretching back beyond tonight by years and years. He likes it this way, if he's honest; denying himself means that it will taste all the sweeter to finally have his release.

Viktor certainly isn't shy, but Jayce wouldn't expect him to be. He's bold, volatile, just like he'd argued he was during the conversation that had started them down this path. Jayce would doubt that he's emboldened simply by an orgasm—though maybe, knowing what was on the table, it was easier not to constantly ask for permission like Jayce had at the start.

Sucking his own lip between his teeth to bite back a moan, Jayce gives an enthusiastic nod before chasing after Viktor for a kiss. ] Anything. I'm already yours, Viktor.

[They're not in the easiest position for it, but Viktor still manages to fumble Jayce's belt and fly open and get a proper grip on his cock. Shorter but bigger, Jayce had said, and his certainly is long; the thought of having it inside him intimidates and thrills Viktor in equal measure. Probably not something they need to try when they just figured out the finer points of kissing earlier that evening, and yet Viktor knows the thought will haunt him until they do.

For now, he concentrates on mirroring all the tricks he uses to make his own hand more exciting to himself. Jayce has already leaked enough precum for Viktor to slick up his palm with a few swirls of his hand over the head; with that done, Viktor grips him right at the base and gives him a few long, slow strokes that twist slightly right at the end.]

Have you imagined us like this before? [Viktor's pretty sure he knows the answer but it's more polite to ask, even if he does follow that with:] What did you picture? How did it happen?

[ Doing what he can to help, lifting his hip off the bed and shoving his pants and briefs down, he shivers at the first touch of skin on skin. Viktor has such long, clever fingers that Jayce is certainly guilty of fantasizing about—and not just on his dick. That's for another time, though, because they can have another time, and another after that, and as many as Viktor will allow until he decides enough is enough. Jayce hopes that day never comes. ]

V-Viktor. [ He moans it, a bit surprised and a lot aroused by how bold Viktor is from the start. The stroke may be slow, yes, but they touch so much of Jayce and yet not enough.

The questions make him groan, eyes screwing shut as memories of his own torrid imaginings come back to haunt him. ] Yes, of course. [ He breathes it as his hips twitch forward into Viktor's hand, impatient and eager. ] I... I thought about touching myself here, in the lab, and you finding me...

[ It had felt so naughty to imagine and now it's absolute debauchery to admit it out loud to the object of those desires. ]

How do I react?

[Sorry, Jayce, but Viktor's not done probing the depths of your fantasies. He likes Jayce's bashfulness about sharing such frank details, and even that preliminary scene-setting has him eager to find out more about how the sexual side of Jayce's mind works. They're both blank slates, after all, and Viktor's happy to take some lessons from Jayce's imagination if they don't brush up against his own comfort level.

For now, he's still sticking to what felt so good for him until inspiration strikes and takes him down a different road. He nuzzles at Jayce's chin to push his head back so he can kiss the front of Jayce's throat, suck lightly on his Adam's apple, all while his hand continues to work Jayce's length.]

[ Jayce pants out a shaky exhale at the question, because there are a couple of scenarios. The best one ends with them much as they are now, sharing the lab bed for uses they hadn't intended when first setting it up. ]

You, hah, stay by the door and watch for a while, before I notice you're there. [ Pleasure zings through him when Viktor kisses his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin, but even the relatively chaste nuzzling had made his stomach flip pleasantly. He's so gone for this man, his partner in all things now. ] Then you come touch me.

Like this? Or something more?

[Since Jayce doesn't seem to mind roughness and Viktor's already addicted to the way he shudders and moans in response to hints of pain, he finds a tender spot that should hide safely under Jayce's collar and gives it a playful but sharp bite.]

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