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Viktor yawns and stretches his back on the fresh sheets of his bed. The sweet rays of sunshine tenderly caress his pale skin and it makes him smile. Then, he turns his head towards the bedside table.
8:37 AM. Quite late for him, but today is a day off. The first one since…a very long time. His smile widens when he thinks about it because it is thanks to Jayce he’s currently chilling out in his bed. Jayce almost kicked him out of the laboratory the previous day, repeating that he truly needed a day off and that he had never seen him rest since they worked together.
And it was true.
At that time, Jayce is probably already gone. Viktor confirms his assumptions with a single gaze on the other side of the bed. But he raises an eyebrow when he sees a piece of paper on the other pillow, cautiously folded in three. He takes it, unfolds the paper, and starts reading.
“Hello there Vitya,
Enjoy your day off as much as possible – and for Janna’s sake, take the time to rest!
See you tonight, honey
Love you”
Viktor smiles even quite a dumb way while reading the note Jayce left for him. He is quite oblivious – God, it was so difficult to make Jayce understand he was interested in him and trying to seduce him – but also desperately cute when he wants to be. Then, still thinking about his adorable boyfriend, Viktor finally gets up. He takes a cold, short shower then quickly dresses up – a shirt and pants, he would like to avoid shoes, but he can’t with the splint, might become even more painful if he didn’t put shoes on – before going downstairs.
There’s another note in the kitchen, right next to the coffee maker. Then, Viktor notices the sliced toasts and the big glass of sweetmilk Jayce prepared for him before leaving. He takes the glass and tastes the milk. It is even still cold, and he grins wider.
Such a good sense of timing. A perfect one. And the fact Jayce thought about his breakfast before leaving for the Academy is tenderly heartwarming. After having breakfast, Viktor goes back to his bedroom. The place is familiar but not completely reassuring when he’s alone. He prefers when Jayce is around, when he wakes up by his side and can snuggle all against his muscular and warm body.
They’ve been living in this small but cozy flat for one year now. But, as they spend all their time working, they don’t spend a lot of time in this flat and come home exhausted and hungry. And, usually, after dinner, they fall asleep fast in each other’s arms until the next morning. They already think about moving to another flat – Jayce wants a bigger flat, but he never gives him a valuable reason why, so Viktor finally stopped asking why – closer to the Academy. But Viktor doesn’t care about the flat they can live in if Jayce is there with him.
This is the only thing that matters to him. Being with the man he loves.
Viktor comes back to reality and makes a few steps towards the chair close to the bed. There are a few clothes that should be stored, two or three shirts, a tie, and trousers too. But Viktor’s attention focuses on one piece of clothing only.
Jayce’s councilor jacket.
Viktor slightly smiles. Then, he takes the jacket and cautiously rubs the sleeves and the shoulders to smoothen a few folds. The fabric softens under his fingers, and it makes him smile in satisfaction. He takes a hanger to store the jacket, but he finally freezes. He puts the hanger on the bed before admiring the jacket, looking at the details of the fabric, at the perfectly made details – like the emblem of the Talis family on the shoulder brace.
And, slowly, silently, he finally puts the jacket on. Of course, it is oversized, sleeves completely swallow his arms and his hands, his shoulders get lost in the fabric. As expected, it doesn’t follow at all the shape of his body, but Viktor starts to admire himself in the mirror, next to the bed. The fabric is soft and very pleasant to wear, it is comforting too, and smells a little like Jayce. Viktor even has the feeling he could hear him come home and reach their room to admire him too.
He jumps when he hears someone clearing his throat with an amused tone. Well, it seems it wasn't only a feeling after all.
“Hello there, Mr. Councilor.”
He doesn’t turn around and looks at Jayce through the mirror. His eyes are tender and sweet, yet a little bit…greedy.
“Oh, Jayce. I thought you had work today.”
“I did have. But this is done for today.”
Jayce slowly walks towards him, and his arms tenderly wrap around Viktor’s thin waist.
“So, I have all the rest of the day to take good care of you.”
Viktor chuckles and his hands rub Jayce’s wrists. Then, he presses his body against his and slowly snuggles.
“And I think I was right to come home early.”
“Hm?”
“Look at you…you’re here, facing the mirror, in my councilor jacket…Quite tempting, don’t you think?”
“Do you think it suits me?” Viktor asks, ignoring his last question. “It’s a little bit oversized, of course, but…”
“Oh, you’re gorgeous in that outfit. And more than the outfit, it is…the idea itself that’s attractive.”
“Hm?”
“You would be terrifyingly serious as a councilor. And, of course, terrifyingly gorgeous with a perfectly sized outfit. An outfit I would…admire all day with my eyes before ripping it off with my teeth as soon as night would start.”
Viktor tenderly shivers and grins when he feels Jayce kiss him on the neck.
“But, definitely, the outfit of yours I enjoy the most is the one I’m the only one to admire.”
“Oh? What is it, then?”
His voice gets lower, more tender too. He likes it when Jayce takes that tone with him because he exactly knows what he has in mind right now.
“Your total, unveiled, offered nudity.”
Hands get more eager and focus on his belt, start to unwind it. But Viktor stops them by grabbing his wrists.
“Is it a way to behave with a councilor, Mr. Talis?”
Jayce feels a familiar warmth grow inside of his midriff and he grins wider. He loves it when Viktor calls him that way. His words are now full of a respective, admiring tenderness, that can easily become arousing to his ears. But he knows that as soon as things will get more serious between them, Viktor will give any ounce of politeness up. And he would become as…imperious as a true councilor should be.
“Probably not. But you’ve been quite busy with your last meetings, haven’t you? Even a councilor needs to relax sometimes.”
Jayce leans towards him and they snuggle more intensively. One of his hands slowly follows the shape of his spine before kneading the hollow of his back, then his butt above his clothes. Viktor sighs and slightly arches his back. That way, Jayce has the best possible access to the soft curves of his hips and his butt.
“Do you have any special will, Mr. Councilor?”
Viktor shivers and stifles a dull moan, closing his eyes. However, even if he badly wants him, more than everything else, he also wants to tease him more before frustrating him. Because he knows that frustrating Jayce is the best way to make him do whatever he wants him to do.
“Yes, of course. But…”
He spurns him, making his lover moan in frustration.
“But what?”
“You said it yourself, I’m a councilor. As a councilor, I’ve got things to do.”
Jayce subtly grins. Oh, so Viktor wants that type of foreplay…And, of course, he finds it rather pleasing.
“More important things than an intimate moment with me?”
“Of course. There’s that meeting I must attend.”
“Meeting…?”
“What’s wrong?”
Jayce’s hands circle his waist, then knead the muscles of his hips.
“There will be other people attending this meeting, hm? Others that may look at you with envy or lust…I don’t want this to happen.”
“Oh, you’re jealous now…And what solution do you have, then?”
“I’ll make them understand with a single gaze who you belong to.”
Then, without any further ado, his grip on his hips gets stronger and he abruptly pins him against the wall. Viktor stifles a moan near his ear as Jayce holds him tighter, almost trapping him between the wall and his muscular body. Jayce grabs his wrists and sticks them above his head, before covering his neck in steamy, avid kisses.
“But…who do you belong to?”
But Viktor only manages to moan, before clenching his hands on the wall.
“Answer me, Viktor,” he grunts, before nibbling the throbbing skin of his neck, right above this spot where he knows Viktor is extremely sensitive. As expected, it makes him moan louder.
“Ah…”
“Who do you belong to?”
“Only you…”
“Perfect. But it’s not enough.”
He clamps his wrists tighter, and it makes Viktor’s body twitch in a whole as he stifles another dull moan.
“Say it.”
“What…?”
“Say you’re mine and mine only.”
“Ah…I’m yours…”
Jayce nibbles his neck another time but uses his teeth, pierces his soft skin. Viktor’s wrists shiver under his fingers but, despite the pain he may feel, he doesn’t seem to feel uncomfortable.
“Say you want me.”
“I want you…”
But, as Jayce is about to command him another thing to say, Viktor moans louder:
“Fill me up, soil me, leave your mark on me forever. God, Talis, fuck me. And fuck me hard.”
Jayce’s mind draws a blank for a few seconds. Viktor can be extremely rude when he’s aroused, and it teases him more.
“Is Mr. Councilor begging now?”
“I’m not begging…It’s an order. Aren’t you supposed to obey me?”
Jayce releases his grip on his wrists only to unwind his tie, then rip his shirt off in a single move. Some buttons fall on the ground in a dull noise and Viktor raises his head, offering more access to his neck. But Jayce’s attention only focuses on Viktor’s pants.
He loves the way these pants enhance the soft shapes of his curved legs but for now, he wants to get rid of them. However, there’s one single problem. Yes, these pants make Viktor's legs perfect and magnify the shape of his thin waist, but there are way too many buttons to get rid of.
Hm, and there’s the splint too. So, they probably need a more comfortable place than the wall for the rest of their activities.
Jayce abruptly seizes his waist and presses his aroused, hot body all against his. Then, he grabs the backside of his thighs, kneads his hips and his butt, and makes Viktor mewl louder near his ear.
But Jayce doesn’t give him enough time to speak and shoves him on the bed. Viktor completely buries in the soft mattress but doesn’t try to hide or escape. It’s completely the opposite. His whole body is hot and offered, throbbing against the soft fabric and when Jayce finally leans on the bed, above him, dominating him with all his height, Viktor’s heart skips a beat and his hands clench on the sheets. His toes curl, his back arches, and he even bites his lip when he feels Jayce’s hands skim his wrists.
No, he can’t wait, they haven’t made love for days, because they are too busy or too exhausted when they come home. He missed Jayce more than everything else and he needs to show him how much he wants him.
Jayce’s hands run on Viktor’s legs, touch above his clothes and his splint the soft flesh of his conquered body. With mastered, skilled gestures, he loosens the pressure of the metal circling his bad leg. Then, to avoid hurting him, he slowly removes the metal sticks and unscrews the plates.
“God, Jayce, you’re too slow…”
“I don’t want to hurt you. Is your leg okay?”
“Y-Yes,” he smiles as Jayce finally frees his leg from his splint. “Don’t worry.”
As Jayce unbuttons his pants, Viktor focuses on his brace. He knows how to quickly remove it – yes, the force of habit – and even if Jayce also knows how to free him from this painful, metallic pressure he hates, he’s currently focused on something else.
Viktor moans when Jayce releases another type of pressure on his crotch. He felt completely cramped in his pants and now that he’s freer, he’s also way more at ease.
Jayce strips his pants down and starts to massage his crotch above the rest of his clothes. Viktor wraps his neck with his arms and raises his back to get closer to him. Jayce takes advantage of his position, holds him with one arm only, and wipes the metallic devices out of the bed with his other arm.
When he understands Viktor is wanting more, he slips his hand against his skin, under his underwear. Then, he pins him against the mattress and covers his mouth, his cheeks, and his neck in steamy kisses while touching him up.
But Jayce is a little bit too soft, and he can’t help it.
“Fuck, for Janna’s sake, don’t go gentle on me!” Viktor commands with a throaty voice, where his accent gets stronger.
Jayce gasps and his eyes open wider for a few seconds.
“But are you sure?”
Viktor frowns. Even if he would not openly admit it right now, Jayce’s concern is very heartwarming. He raises a little his back and slowly kisses his cheek.
“Yes, I am. But if you’re not completely okay with this…”
“I am okay with this! It’s…It’s new, extremely arousing, but…”
His natural shyness comes back as he’s facing another way of making love with Viktor. Especially because it’s a little bit…unusual. He has no doubt he may enjoy it – oh, yes, really – but he needs to be reassured right now and Viktor notices it.
“But you’re still a little bit worried.”
“Y-Yeah. I’m sorry.”
Viktor tenderly chuckles before kissing his cheek.
“No need to be sorry. We’ll define a safe word first. If one of us feels uncomfortable or unsafe, we just say it. It will stop everything for today.”
“What word then?”
“Yellow if there’s a need to slow down or to be more careful. And Red if we want to stop everything. What do you think of it?”
“I think it’s perfect.”
Viktor grins and catches Jayce’s swollen lips. The kiss slowly gets more languorous and when they both run out of air, Viktor mutters with a more teasing voice.
“Then…Be a good boy now.”
He nibbles his earlobe before sighing.
“And submit me to your boldest wills.”
He leans back on the mattress, still looking at him in the eye, and his body twitches in lust and desire when he feels the weight of Jayce’s legs around his hips. Jayce massages his crotch above his clothes, but Viktor feels more and more cramped in his pants and he wants Jayce to relieve that unbearable pressure.
Viktor’s hands slowly make his tie slip out of the collar of his shirt. During these long seconds of pure silence, they drown in each other’s eyes, but Jayce can’t forget this extremely arousing vision of that stretched piece of fabric in Viktor’s hands.
So, finally, he takes the tie in his hands and stretches it. Viktor shivers in anticipation, impatiently waiting for everything Jayce could want to do to him. He joins his wrists together before stretching his arms right above Jayce’s face.
No, there’s no ambiguity on what he expects him to do.
“I see…”
He ties Viktor’s wrists with the fabric but starts soft, visibly too soft for Viktor because he feverishly shivers and moans.
“Harder.”
Jayce complies with his will and ties the fabric tighter around Viktor’s throbbing wrists. Viktor tries to escape the trap of his tied wrists, and he grins with an aroused satisfaction when he realizes he can’t struggle.
“Ah…Perfect. Good boy.”
Then, Jayce forces him to keep his arms stretched above his head. Viktor mewls and his body writhes, shivers, throb harder.
“You’re so horny…”
Jayce greedily licks his lips, then spreads Viktor’s legs with his hands, his fingers feverishly stroking the backside of his thighs.
“Jayce…”
Jayce witnesses with avid, greedy eyes his body shiver below his. One of his thumbs rubs his hardening erection and Viktor moans louder. His voice is throatier, more teasing too, and Jayce is now clearly aroused by his obvious state of horniness. By the Kindreds, if he doesn’t hold back, he won’t go gentle at all on him and he-
“Jayce, more…And harder…”
How is he supposed to resist him if it’s Viktor pleading for more? His flesh is weak and unable to go against the burning will of having sex that way with him.
“Harder…? H-How…?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to show them who I belonged to? Then, prove it. Submit me.”
Jayce’s throat gets drier, and he swallows.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Well, you still have your tie on…”
Jayce unties his own tie and takes a few seconds to think. Well, he has an idea and he’s almost sure Viktor could enjoy it, so maybe he should try it…
“Do I have free rein?”
“You do. I trust you.”
Jayce leans towards him, kisses his cheeks, then his forehead and his closed eyelids. Then, he blinds him by covering his eyes with his tie, binding it tightly behind his head. However, he remains cautious and makes sure he doesn’t pull Viktor’s disheveled hair. Viktor’s grin is now clearly the widest he had the chance to witness.
“Oh…,” he mumbles. “I love it.”
Jayce catches his lips, and it makes Viktor shiver. Feeling his whole body rubbing against him while being blindfolded, while being unable to see what he’s doing is the most arousing of their little games.
His bold fingers touch the throbbing skin of his midriff, sometimes massage his crotch again. Each time he feels Jayce’s hand stroke him, Viktor moans louder. His voice gets more raucous and finally breaks inside of his throat. Finally, he feels Jayce strip his underwear down. Oh, he’s not naked, not completely, but it’s enough for today.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Viktor doesn’t immediately comply, even keeps them shut. Yes, he wants Jayce to submit him, but it doesn’t mean he has to be…completely submissive. Jayce grunts and his hands knead the backs of his thighs. His fingers press his soft flesh, and his nails even start to scratch his skin.
“I repeat it. Spread your legs for me.”
His voice gets more authoritarian, his grip stronger too.
“What if…I don’t?”
Viktor both mewls and gasps when Jayce makes him spread his legs by stretching his arms. His feet twitch and his toes curl on the sheets.
“Then you’ll do.”
Viktor wants to tease him a little more and tries to shut his legs. Jayce immediately notices what he intends to do, and his grip gets stronger to prevent him.
“No. Lemme look.”
“Look at what, hm…?”
“At your throbbing, offered body. A body at my mercy.”
“Jayce, fuck, be merciless then.”
“Stop commanding or I’ll have to be more forceful.”
“Do it, then. This is what I want.”
“Another command? I guess I have no options left…”
Viktor mewls louder when Jayce spreads his legs wider. It is frustrating yet completely arousing to have sex this way with him. Viktor desperately wants to feel him more, to completely drown in pleasure but he physically can’t. He’s not even allowed to touch himself nor to touch Jayce.
“J-Jayce, touch me,” he finally mutters.
He would have liked his words to be more authoritarian but he’s almost pleading right now.
“No.”
“Please…”
“No.”
“F-Fuck…”
Viktor shivers when Jayce’s hand grabs his neck, and his heart skips a beat when he nibbles his earlobe.
“I’ll do way better.”
Viktor feels Jayce go lower because his breath leaves his face and roams on his neck, on his chest. A feeble ache runs through his chest when Jayce nibbles one of his nipples. He kisses it, nibbles it, sucks it while tickling the other with one of his hands.
Viktor’s body is completely out of control as his mind only thinks about Jayce. Jayce and his greedy eyes, his avid lips, his arrogant hands running on his skin. He has the feeling his whole body is burning, blazing, melting with yearning.
“J-Jayce, fuck me.”
“But I didn’t-”
“I don’t care, do it!”
Jayce releases his grip on his thighs to roll over the mattress and reach the bedside. But Viktor feels Jayce has left him and he moans, frustrated and impatient. Only a few seconds pass but it feels like an eternity to him, as he hears Jayce feverishly rummage the drawer of their bedside table. Then, he hears clothes get removed, some glass tinkle and the dull noise of a thick liquid trickling in his hands.
Are they his hands…? Or already something else…?
His body shivers in impatient anticipation and his back arches a little more. Then, even if he doesn’t see anything, he perceives Jayce’s presence getting closer to him as he leans toward him another time.
“You ready?”
He only nods. Of course he is and he can’t wait for Jayce to make him his. Jayce pulls in in one single, slow thrust, and makes Viktor moan with pleasure with a throaty, broken voice. It’s a little bit painful because he hurried Jayce to fuck him and he isn’t completely well-prepared.
“You okay?”
He nods, another time. Pain is feeble, very feeble, almost inexistent and one single thrust from Jayce will be enough to make it fade.
“Move. Please.”
Jayce complies and moves his hips slow as a start. But he bites his lower lip, completely feasting his eyes with the arousing vision of his boyfriend moaning and shivering under him.
“Hm…You’re so…tight…”
Jayce feels a burning agony blaze inside of him. He knows Viktor and his body by heart but he’s still unable to bear the delightful torture of his hot, tight, perfect flesh that completely swallows his cock.
“Go faster…”
He fastens his thrusts and Viktor groans, moans, mewls as he pounds him harder down the mattress. No, no, he’s not even able to say intelligible words right now, only primitive, feral sounds of lust and pleasure.
“Yes, good boy…” he finally manages to say between two aroused moans.
“Ah, I love it,” Jayce pants. “You’re so tight I’m not even sure I could escape you.”
“I don’t want you to escape me. I want to detain you forever, I want to keep you close to me forever, I want to be yours. Please, Jayce, be mine.”
He’s pleading for it but Jayce knows he’s already his. Now, and forever.
“There’s no way I would escape you when you’re so warm and welcoming…”
He fastens the pace another time, making Viktor moan louder.
“I love the way your flesh throbs all around my cock.”
“And I love the way it fills me,” Viktor immediately answers with a throaty voice.
They both love to praise each other while having sex. Viktor loves Jayce’s muscular arms and strong body, as Jayce loves Viktor’s warmth and welcoming softness. This is not only about praising, but also about love. This is their way to express it, to embody it. To show the other one the depth of their feelings, of their respect, of their admiration.
“But, I…I want to feel it more…”
Jayce immediately understands what he means by these words and fastens the pace another time. Viktor yells his pleasure and his lust, his legs jolt themselves and his toes shake on the sheets.
“Ah, ah-! Ah, Jayce, my Jayce…”
He doesn’t even bother to stifle his moans, he knows Jayce loves it when he’s loud and yelling his pleasure as if nothing else mattered. Another way of praising him. Another way of arousing him. And not seeing him, not even being able to touch him is making such praising better. Because his voice is the only thing left to show him how much he loves the way he takes good care of him.
He feels he reaches his limits when Jayce fastens his thrusts another time. He can’t see it, but Jayce feels the same too, as the strong agony of Viktor’s tight, burning, welcoming flesh is killing him.
“Oh my…If you could see you…,” Jayce grunts with a throaty voice. “You’re gorgeous. You’re perfect.”
He spreads Viktor’s legs a little more with his hands and gets deeper inside of him.
“And you’re mine. Mine, mine, mine.”
That time, Viktor can’t go against the overwhelming feeling of delight and lust blazing him. So, in another yell – where his voice completely breaks – he finally climaxes. Jayce keeps his legs spread by strengthening his grip on his thighs. He even manages to keep control, but the way orgasm makes Viktor shake all around him is torture.
As he reaches orgasm, Viktor’s mind draws a blank for a few seconds, but he hears Jayce sigh before feeling the pace slow down.
“Did you just come without my permission?”
“F-Fuck…”
“Did I give you permission?”
“J-Jayce…”
But Jayce doesn’t allow him to talk more and his hips jolt against Viktor’s again, faster than before. Only a few more thrusts are enough for him to come and his throaty voice breaks into a grunt.
When he’s able to, he pulls out and slowly strokes Viktor’s scarlet cheek. Then, the first thing he does is unveil his eyes and untie his wrists. He frowns when he sees red marring his wrists and he shyly skims them, as if he was afraid to hurt him more.
But Viktor’s golden eyes are filled with delight and love, and he gives him the cutest, most lovely smile Jayce ever saw.
“Are you okay? I hope I didn’t tie your wrists too tight…”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to melt,” Viktor tenderly chuckles.
Then, he circles his neck with his hands and slowly kisses Jayce’s swollen lips.
“You’ve been wonderful, dear,” he adds, fondling Jayce’s cheeks with his fingertips. “As wonderful as usual.”
After another sweet kiss, Jayce slowly wraps his lover in his strong arms, burying his head in Viktor’s soft, reddened nape, his chest against Viktor’s back, his hands stroking his midriff.
“I love you, sweetie.”
Viktor’s smile widens and he snuggles more against him and rubs his wrists with his hands.
“I love being with you. I feel so loved in your arms,” he mutters, snuggling a little more, before closing his eyes.
Jayce slightly releases his grip on his midriff and rubs one of his shoulders with the palm of his hand before tapping his skin with his fingertips.
“And I feel safe in yours.”
“Hm?”
“Your arms are the safest place I know. Because it’s where I can truly be myself. Not a politician nor a scientist anymore.”
He tenderly smiles before kissing the pale curve of his lover’s shoulder.
“They are soft, warm, and…particularly welcoming.”
“Always for you. And for you only.”
“I don’t even doubt it.”
They both chuckle, still cuddling as tight as possible.
“I want to wake up and fall asleep in them for the rest of my life, Vitya. So…”
“So…?”
Jayce sighs but kisses the hollow of his shoulder, right next to his neck.
“Well, it’s a little bit embarrassing, but…There’s that thing I’ve been thinking about.”
“What thing?”
“You never told me your last name. Even when I asked you.”
“Correct. And I finally…told you I hadn’t one.”
“I would like to share mine with you. That way, you would finally have one.”
“Is it a proposal…?”
“Maybe,” he grins before kissing his cheek. “But I…I really would like you to marry me.”
Viktor finds his voice oddly unsure, even a little bit scared. He turns his head and finally frowns.
“Jayce? Is there anything wrong?”
“I just…Well, it’s still a little bit difficult to say it. We never talked about marriage, being engaged, that type of stuff. So…I’ve never been sure you were ready for this.”
But Viktor slowly takes his left wrist and kisses the back of his hand, right next to his knuckles. Then, his attention focuses on his ring finger, and he rubs the soft flesh of his fingertip.
“I would love to put a ring on that finger, sweetie.”
“R-Really?”
“Of course. Why do you doubt it?”
“I…I don’t doubt it! I am just so…so delighted! God, I have so many projects for us!”
“Projects? What type of projects?”
Jayce grins and kisses his cheek.
“The type of projects that require a bigger flat. I…I would love us to become-”
“A family. This is what you were going to say, weren’t you?”
“Y-Yes.”
Viktor snorts with sweet tenderness and closes his eyes before snuggling against Jayce.
They hug for a few minutes, Jayce holding Viktor tight against him, sometimes rubbing the soft skin of his nude shoulder.
“But I feel quite embarrassed too.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Well, to be honest, I didn’t think I would propose you right after we had sex. I imagined something…softer.”
Viktor grins and buries a little his head in the pillow.
“But, maybe…Maybe it was the best moment, after all.”
“Huh?”
“With our respective schedules and responsibilities, we’re almost always depleted when we finally come home. We have dinner, we barely talk with each other, and we fall asleep very soon.”
He sighs before snuggling.
“So, talking about the future while we’re here, hugging, cuddling in our bed? I don’t see any better moment than this one, love. Because this is the future I want with you. A peaceful, sweet life, full of joy and love.”
“And love is a virtuous circle,” Jayce mutters before raising a little his back to look at him in the eye. “The type of circle that could make us…greedy.”
“Greedy?”
“The more love we can give, the more we want to give.”
Viktor kisses the back of his hand before toying with his tanned fingers.
“I truly love the idea, but…Not for the moment. We’re working too much. We would never have the time to properly raise children.”
“Then, we’ll take it.” Jayce snorts. “We’ll work less, or at least try to be more…efficient.”
Jayce’s arms slowly wrap around his waist and his hands rub the soft skin of his midriff.
“I couldn’t dream of something better than this for my future,” he mutters. “A future where I marry you, where I raise children with you.”
“Where you can share intimate moments with your boyfriend, hm? You know, we worked so much I even started to miss you.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not your fault at all. But…To be honest, I…”
“You?”
Viktor chuckles before giving him a quite naughty smile.
“I even wondered if I had to touch myself to hold my sex drive for you back.”
Jayce’s throat gets drier, and he swallows. His vivid imagination is clearly aroused by such a possibility and his mind even starts to fantasize.
He would come home earlier than usual only to find Viktor touching himself. Oh God, he would run to him, jump on him, rip their clothes off and make love to him until the next morning.
“I wouldn’t mind surprising you in such a situation,” he mutters near his ear, with a teasing voice. “Especially if I can be helpful.”
Viktor almost purrs with satisfaction and he closes his eyes. It makes Jayce smile, and he covers his neck in steamy kisses.
“Ready for another round, then…?” Viktor sighs.
“Of course.”
Note to himself: try to come home earlier a little more. Especially if Viktor is already home.