Wake up

[weebsock]

morning after



┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme
→ COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE.
→ PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN.
→ PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY.
( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios
① BREAKFAST IN BED; your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?
② HIT ME BABY; they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED; you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER; and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL; there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?
⑥ WET AND WILD; don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE; sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?
⑧ A BITTER PILL; turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE; that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?
⑩ WILD CARD; roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

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[hiraut]

[ It's said with such conviction, such desperation, that it snaps Viktor's eyes wide open and his heart feels like it's been grasped tight in a vice. He feels the dam ready to burst wide open, eyes stinging, head pounding. There's no possible way.

Viktor's hand stiffens in Jayce's grip, the rest of him still and uncertain, mind racing. How can one man be so determined, so devoted, to the one that ultimately destroys him? ]

... Why?

[ It's all he can manage, already the tears trickling down his face, uncontrolled. Why him? Why, after all he's done? Why him, even before? ]

[jaybe]

[ They are both so tired, the exhaustion runs rampant in both their bodies. His lips part on an answer, giving up on verbalising everything he has been ruminating on and instead deciding not to mess up his words at all by bringing Viktor's hand in for a kiss. First to two fingertips, then a palm where Jayce exhales unsteadily, then the delicate instep of a wrist where he glances up to meet Viktor's gaze. The nuzzling gives him time to rearrange what he wants to say so it doesn't sound insincere or trite. ]

It took me too long to understand the way I felt, and I'm sorry for that too. I didn't realise until I almost lost you ...

[ He lets that hand drape against him, reaching up to brush the pad of his thumb across soft, dry lips. Jayce doesn't want to scare him away with too much, too soon (was it casual when they jumped into eternity together?). Sighing, he smiles softly. ]

It was always you for me, Viktor.

[hiraut]

[ Always.

He should argue the point, bring up all the reasons why this is a very unwise decision and all the reasons why he is the wrong choice. Jayce never should have stayed with him, never should have held on when he should have let go. But he watches Jayce hold his hand and press the softest and sweetest kisses against his skin, touches his lips so tenderly like he's truly something precious, and that urge to tell him to leave and find someone more deserving of his heart is quieter, and quieter.

It's not really the most ... eloquent of thoughts, perhaps. But after wrestling and wrestling with it, over and over, he shouldn't but-- well. As they say. Fuck it.

Both hands grab hold at either side of Jayce's weary smiling face, and Viktor hauls himself up and closer to press their lips together. It's clumsy and desperate, and he can hear every rational voice in his head screaming at him that this is not for him, that he should get away from here before he can do any more damage. But he kisses Jayce again just the same, fingers stroking through his hair, tears dropping from his cheeks to splash between them. He can't lie to himself. It's always been Jayce for him, too. ]

[jaybe]

[ The kiss both takes him by surprise and doesn't; it couldn't have been clearer in his eyes how much he wanted Viktor. With a muffled hum of relief, he threads his fingers through soft locks and guides the kiss into something less desperate where he takes control with a commanding lick, tasting him deeply even as a shiver races up his spine. A large hammer-calloused hand glides up and down a narrow waist as he coaxes Viktor to fall forward on him, palm spreading to rest between shoulder-blades as a warm, reassuring weight.

Jayce's own tears are hot streaks that disappear back into his temples, the taste of salt on their lips as Viktor's melt between the insistent press of devoted kisses. He loves him, loves him, and doesn't want any life without Viktor in it. If he has to drag him back through time and space into the safe cradle of his arms, Jayce will do it. ]

I'm sorry, sorry I didn't tell you.

[ In between one breath and the next, he sweeps a caress lower to rest in the small of Viktor's back. In Jayce's defence, he was oblivious to what the strength of his own feelings meant until he saw Viktor in the rubble.

Half-dazed with relief and spiking arousal, his nails rake across Viktor's bony hip and his voice runs low with raw disuse. ]

You're all I want.

[hiraut]

[ Years of it, years of thinking and pondering and yearning, having convinced himself he would be no more than a research partner and to stop before he gets himself in too deep. Years of thinking he could never have this, to here and now with Jayce telling him it's always been you, for so long. Finding out they had both felt like this the whole time, and yet said nothing, is making him want to smack himself. And Jayce.

All that yearning is poured into that kiss, to show Jayce he has thought about this and had wanted this for just as long. He parts his lips and with a gentle sigh relinquishes whatever control he had, letting Jayce guide him through that deepening kiss as his tongue sweeps and slides against Jayce's in his mouth. He could kiss him forever. Funny how quickly the nagging voices shut up as soon as there's a tongue shoved down his throat. ]

Holding back from me for so long ... [ A smirk appears on his face, breathing heavy when they part though he hovers close, muttering between kisses he trails over Jayce's cheek towards his ear. ] How dare you.

[ Ignoring how hypocritical a statement like that is, Viktor brings himself impossibly closer, dragging one leg over his partner's hip, both hands at his face again, fingers caught and tangled in dark messy hair. He whispers softly, heated against Jayce's ear, hips rocking in time with the hands on his waist, another kiss. ]

You have me now, Jayce Talis. [ Another kiss, and another, making his way back towards his lips. ] All of me. All yours.

[jaybe]

[ He remembers how when Viktor found his notes, all those years ago, he was the one to prompt Jayce into action, and it feels like nothing has changed in the interim as Viktor sprawls across his lap and ignites a fire in Jayce that has his body reacting before his brain can keep up. Part of him briefly wishes they weren't naked because he worries for Viktor's sensibilities and comfort, that thought dying a moment later as he gets to grind his hardening cock up against Viktor's thigh (is this real, I don't want to wake up if not) and paw less conservatively at his body as he drags him in. The kisses are hot and heavy, desperation cleaving to the way Jayce does his level best to guide Viktor's responding passion. Difficult, when Jayce can't stop kissing him. ]

You can, ah, be mad at me forever, just be mad from my side.

[ There's half a joke in there somewhere but Jayce has more important things to focus on, like sliding his good leg between Viktor's and squeezing his ass. For science? Absolutely not, Jayce is greedy. ]

[hiraut]

[ He could, he thinks. Plenty of reason to. But it'll be important to discuss another time, a subject he can be mad at Jayce for hours or days or weeks (how much time have they been given?) later when he can be short and curt with him for breaking promises. But he's on autopilot, kissing Jayce again like he plans on devouring him, sighs soft and sweet into his mouth. His hands wander down from Jayce's hair to his neck, a thumb resting over a racing pulse, and their kiss only breaks when Viktor has to take a sharp gasp for air as he's grabbed and ground against. ah. ]

Now, he's impatient. [ all these years, Jayce Talis. ]

[ Whatever aches and strains he'd felt upon waking, whatever thoughts were running through his head about how and why and where, all of it gone. He places his hands on Jayce's chest and pushes himself up, his long and tangled dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he observes the man beneath him. He feels flushed and dizzy, delirious perhaps, the way his hips rock back and forth to rub himself against the muscled thigh between his own. ]

A-Ah ... tell me how you want me. [ He could, he thinks, simply stay like this, rut against Jayce's leg like a dog until he comes and makes a pitiful mess of himself. But he doubts Jayce wants to remain an observer. ] How you've ... imagined me, all this time.

[jaybe]

How I ... ?

[ Of course he blushes when Viktor asks that, not as they grind together or kiss like they are already connected. ]

I just, I, uh. I thought ... about your face, and ... um.

[ Just the thought of being with Viktor was enough to make him overstimulated, it was almost forbidden in honour of Viktor's memory. He screws his eyes shut as he speaks, kisses pressing to Viktor's mouth as if to stifle his own confession. ]

I didn't care if it was your body or the one the Hexcore gave you, it was you. I never thought about it for long, it felt like I was cheating by doing it at all. Cheating on you, with your memory.

[ Sliding a hand between Viktor's legs to cup the length of him, he gazes up with a slight smirk. ]

This is a lot better than my imagination.