[Man, what a way to disturb the peace. Bradley hasn't slept this good since his bandit days, and he's a little grumpy at having it interrupted so much.]
If he calls back let me moan into the phone, that should get him to stop.
[His attention was on the phone, angry and annoyed with a persistence he would usually find endearing. At this moment, it's only bothersome. And when Viktor is caught up in outrage, he acts rashly.
Rolling back around towards Brad, he looks him up and down blatantly, as if checking if the claim was true. Handsome, of course. Viktor reaches a hand to smooth long fingers around the back of the man's neck, rather possessively,]
He is not... the jealous one. [It's Viktor. He pulls himself in close and bites Brad on the neck. Teeth sink in before he's sucking a deep, dark mark into place- if he even can do such a thing to a mage. Rigorous testing is required.]
[He'll stay there and let Viktor admire him at first, because hell yeah people should look at him and admire his handsomeness. But then there's that possessive touch, and suddenly Viktor is biting him, and holy shit. Holy shit!
He sucks in a sharp breath as his fingers tense against Viktor's hip. The mark blossoms on Bradley's skin, not healing instantly as Viktor might think it would, but instead it lingers there. It will go through the regular healing process over the course of a week if Brad doesn't use magic on it.
Of course, Brad isn't stunned for long, and suddenly he looks much more interested in where this is going to go.]
Next you're gonna tell me you like being on the giving side, aren't you?
[Bradley does top most of the time, but he will bottom for someone who is his type. And he would be lying if he didn't think that streak of possessiveness was hot.]
[Viktor is not a man to go easy with it, really laying into Brad with that hickey. When he separates from it, admires his work for how it did linger. Rubbing a thumb over the wet bruise as Brad recovers enough from the shock to respond.]
Haah, in that... I am flexible. [Physically flexible? Certainly not. In what role to play? Yes. Always. He lifts himself up further and presses his nose besides Brad's, both hands now anchoring Viktor to the back of his neck. A very solid support, though it isn't like Viktor weight all that much,]
[Hey, a little pain never hurt. He'll even let it stay there for a couple days, as a testament to Viktor's forwardness.
With their faces so close together, Brad closes the gap and presses his forehead against Viktor's. There's something intimate about the talks before a first time together, and he wants to make it feel special.]
Anything that'll blow your mind without blowing out your back's good for me.
[He is at least considerate in that regard. Normally he would pride himself in fucking someone until they couldn't walk straight, but that seems a little tasteless here.]
If you want you could lay right there and I could ride you.
[Laying back and letting this beautiful man ride him into the mattress? Viktor scoffs, but it is with a quiet outrage of disbelief, whispering quietly,]
I can't even imagine saying no to that... [he can't say no, absolutely not.]
Well worth a broken back. Don't go easy on me. [a contrast to his joking earlier, quite serious on that request. Nothing would take Viktor out of the mood like someone trying to be overly precious, overly careful. He is not some fragile, porcelain doll to only be handled gently.
His fingertips dig into the meaty parts of Brad's shoulder muscles, where they connect moving up towards his hairline, punctuating his desires before capturing the man's lips with his, with passion,]
Well, if I do break your back, at least that's something I can heal.
[He says it in a joking tone, but the message has been received. He won't go easy on Viktor.
He really shouldn't be surprised at how passionate this man is though. They just spent all of yesterday nerding out over one of his passion projects. Of course Viktor was always going to treat everything that interested him with the same passion.
Brad kisses back, greedily taking every kiss Viktor has to offer while giving more of his own. Emboldened by all of this, he slides his hands away from Viktor's hips and up to his shirt, slipping right under to palm at his abdomen. They have all morning, they can take their time and build up to the final act. Brad can be patient for this.]
Nothing- [he speaks between kissing Brad,] -to- [yeah, he wants his tongue in this man's mouth. Viktor seems to hit his stride pretty quickly. Knocking the rust right off the gears to remembering how to do this. It had been a while, after all,] -fear, then...
[as if fear was about to stop him, regardless. He takes in a breath to fill his lungs beneath Brad's exploring hands. The state of his body... ragged and worn down, chronically underweight, he doesn't want to think about it. Definitely doesn't want to hear any comment on it.
Maybe he can just keep Brad's mouth occupied with his own, dragging a splayed wide hand up into the back of his fluffy hair.]
[Brad knows not to comment on anything like that too. He learned that lesson centuries ago, back when he was still young for a wizard, when fumbling hands in the dark turned to a slap and an empty bed. So he doesn't say anything, but instead just feels his way up Viktor's front, shimmying his shirt up a bit as he explores, taking in everything the man has to offer. Brad is a bit of a romantic, and he takes his time to appreciate his partner. He actually does have all day to lounge around in bed, so there's no sense of urgency in his motions.
He accepts the kisses though, and honestly it's a wise choice. Brad can't run his mouth if it's occupied. But he does work to roll the two of them over, so he's the one on top of Viktor. That's when he pulls back from the kisses and props himself up on his elbows, peering down at Viktor with a lop-sided grin like he just won the best prize at the arcade.]
[Grasped to Brad as he was, once turned over onto his back his grip slips and he lands back against the pillow with a muffled fwomp. The firmness of their kiss pops out of place, like a tight seal breaking. A small droplet of saliva goes with it, just to land as a droplet onto the mole besides Viktor's lips, which hang open as he catches his breath.
The compliment is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Not entirely unwelcomed, at least. Viktor is definitely suspicious of such things, flattery was usually to get something out of him at the Academy. Here... what is trying to get from him he isn't already giving freely? He huffs, teasing with a soft smile on his face,]
Flatterer. [his hands fallen down from Brad reach back upward to him. One palming his chest with fingers all held flat and together. The other hand outstretching to hook along Brad's chin, feel along the tip of it with his thumb while the other digits traces his jawline. So handsome. A vision of perfection, so close Viktor can touch it, can feel weighed down by it.
Viktor nearly says... something. Commentary on the tip of his tongue, maybe a returned compliment, maybe a playful insult, but it withers at his lips. He just moves his hand back around the back of Brad's hair to pull him down to kiss again. Words fail, but actions speak. Eagerly kissing him, grasping his hair to the root, that should communicate more than enough.]
You're passionate about everything you do, even things like this. How could I not find that attractive?
[It's not looks- or at least, not only looks- that attracts Brad to people. It's their passion, their lifeblood. He likes people who put their heart and soul into the things they do, and it was guaranteed from the moment they met that they would end up like this eventually.
He goes along with the tug, falling back into another kiss with no complaints about the hair-pulling. He likes a bit of pain, so this is fine.
But while they're kissing he also works a knee between Viktor's legs, pressing it up against Viktor's crotch. He's going to heat things up very quickly here, or at least that's his intention.]
[There is mirth in the upturn of Viktor's lips against Brad's, hungrily kissing him over and over. That compliment was much easier to take. A testament to his passion and persistence feeds Viktor's ego better than anything said towards his looks. The kind of flattery that settles between his ribs and makes his heart pound.
He writhes lightly at the press between his legs, but any hesitation is brief. Viktor's thighs open just enough for Brad to slip between them. Viktor's outward leg hooks around the back of him, pulling him in.
In just a thin pair of linen briefs, there's not a need or a want to hide his own arousal. Viktor ruts himself against the musculature of Brad's now captured thigh, catching the man's bottom lip between his teeth with a smirk to do so.]
[There's no need to hide anything here anyway. Neither of them are blushing virgins, and they both know what they want.
Brad smiles into their kiss as he feels a familiar firmness with his leg. Yep, that's exactly what he had been hoping for. It seems like Viktor needs this just as badly as Brad does. It's a good thing Brad plans on giving Viktor quite the show then, to make the break in his dry spell something spectacular.
He feels his lip caught by Viktor's teeth, and he chuckles audibly. It's just another thing that makes Viktor attractive. He'll stay captured for a moment before pulling back to murmur something to Viktor.]
It feels like you're already ready, but I wanna give you a show anyway.
[Not that there's much for him to strip off right now, but he still wants to show off a bit to get Viktor worked up.]
I could not... possibly... look away. [Viktor speaks slowly, with an unrushed admiration to punctuate his desire fully. Yes, he wants that show. Every second of it will be enrapturing, he's sure. There's no thoughts of work, or the lab, or that the phone might right because of some emergency. There's just Brad over top of him making such promises.
He lets his fingers loosen and card out of Brad's hair so he's no longer so held in place. Viktor slumps back against the pillow to get the broadest look at the man that he can. He's happy the bruise he left is still there, a mark he could leave, not entirely fleeting. His own lips roll into his mouth, wanting more of Brad's taste to linger on his tongue. The motion stings lightly, Viktor already kiss-bruised from his own aggressive enthusiasm. He wouldn't have it another way,]
[With Viktor's grip loosened Brad will pull out of it, moving to sit up tall and strong. He adjusts his seating so he's straddling Viktor's hips, the tenting in his boxers very obvious and pressing up against Viktor's own arousal. Once he's settled, he snaps his fingers. With the door locked tight by magic and the room soundproofed, they now have plenty of privacy for what's about to happen.]
There. No more interruptions.
[Even if Jayce comes knocking on the door, neither of them will hear it. Nor will Jayce hear them.
Once that's dealt with, he moves to unbutton the top button of his shirt, flashing a sultry look at Viktor as he does so. Viktor better not blink, or else he'll miss something.]
[Viktor is watching intently, the focus he gave his notes and study now all directed onto Brad. It is intense, scrutiny mixed with admiration and appreciation. The kind of gaze that would make most flinch. But Brad? No, Brad can surely handle it, drink it in, even.
Viktor suspects they are very compatible as men. Again, rigorous testing is required to prove that theory.
Long fingers reach out and hook into the hemline of Brad's boxers. He doesn't pull them down, only drags the smooth side of his fingernails around the man's hips teasingly, before asking,]
[This is all well and good, because Brad is a showoff and a braggart and loves being in the spotlight. He is lapping up this attention like a thirsty man, and the intent gaze is just pushing him forward. And in response to that bold touch, Brad grins and wiggles his hips a bit.]
You can, but hold onto those for a minute.
[Boxers come next after the shirt. Or shirts, as it ends up being, because once he ends up dumping his button-up shirt on the ground there's actually a tank top underneath. He grabs the hem of that with both of his hands and raises it just a little bit, showing off a tiny bit of his tight abs. There's scars there too, as there are everywhere on his body, but the bottom of a marking is visible on the right side of his front, starting just below his belly button. So Viktor can only see the points at the end currently, as Brad teases what is to come. Which he does so by wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner.]
[The strip show before him is enrapturing, but his focus completely shifts when the mark is revealed. Scars? Sure, those are common enough, especially on a man that looks as rough-and-tumble as Bradley. That mark, though-?]
That is... [Viktor pulls himself up onto his elbows at the reveal. Anything to get his vision closer to it, to study it. His fingers remove from Brad's boxers to run slightly cold fingertips along the shapes with fascination,]
You drew this rune for me, didn't you? What purpose does it have on your skin? [Granted such permanence, it must be important! Significant!
Whoops, Brad better drag him out of Science Mode and back into Sex Mode before he gets completely derailed by unrelated curiosity over magic,]
[When Viktor's fingers brush over the mark, Brad jumps just a little bit. He's forgotten how sensitive the mark is to touch, even from humans.
For a moment he's considers spinning some grand tale, but actually decides to go with the truth. He pulls off the tank top entirely to show off the full mark (and the rest of himself) before explaining.]
It's a kind of magic tattoo, and it relates to my work as a Sage's Wizard. I'll tell you about it later, okay?
[In the meantime, Brad will gently take Viktor's wrists to guide them towards his mucles, as if to say "appreciate me here too".]
It'll be a better discussion with that post-nut clarity.
With... [the echo of Brad's last statement also withers in his throat. He gets it, just took a moment, to catch up with such a crude phrasing. Not so naive he doesn't understand, but it's been long enough since he last heard talk like that to take him a second.
His wrist is easily redirected, Viktor opening his fingers to palm over Brad's midsection. So muscular and lean, this mage. He wouldn't think that was the way of magic users, to be so physically fit. Stories always portrayed them as old men of time cracked skin and crispy bears. Nothing like Brad,]
I will ask more later. Is it sensitive? [he asks and does not wait for an answer, because he can test this himself. Viktor had already leaned himself in, so he just goes further with it. Extending his tongue out to hit it before his lips, giving the rune a firmly licky kiss in experimentation of his question,]
Brad's eyelids flutter and he sighs contentedly as Viktor feels up his chest. Far too often has he been hit, stabbed, and blasted, but it's not too often that he gets these kind of touches anymore. So he lets Viktor touch him as much as he wants, appreciating every moment of it.
Then he feels Viktor lick his marking, and he jumps a little in surprise.]
It's got mana running through it, so yeah.
[He doesn't seem to mind the touch though, once he gets used to it.]
[Viktor notes that reaction from Brad. He hums into the mark through his lips before lapping at it again. Experimentally, curiously... it's not really a taste he's picking up on, but it is rather addicting,]
I can sense it... energy buzzing. A spark. A potential.
[He bites the mark, really sinks his teeth in.
Just that kind of a guy. A boundary pusher until pushed back on. Character flaw, honestly. He could do with more consideration.]
[He has never, not even once, been bit on his crest before. The placing is just too awkward for that normally. But here he is, getting bitten there for the first time.
He used to tease Nero about the sounds he made when Brad bit him on the shoulder, where Nero's mark is. But now he understands, as an embarrassing moan escapes his mouth before he quickly covers it with his hand. He didn't think he could get any harder than he is now, but he has been proven wrong.]
Oi...
[It's not that he hates it, but it feels weirdly good.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:05 am (UTC)If he calls back let me moan into the phone, that should get him to stop.
[Peak comedy from a mature person.
He's still not getting up from bed though.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:09 am (UTC)[Spite hickey, that would be Viktor's style...]
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:22 am (UTC)[His fingers drum against Viktor's hip as he considers how touchy-feely he should be with this hickey.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:32 am (UTC)Rolling back around towards Brad, he looks him up and down blatantly, as if checking if the claim was true. Handsome, of course. Viktor reaches a hand to smooth long fingers around the back of the man's neck, rather possessively,]
He is not... the jealous one. [It's Viktor. He pulls himself in close and bites Brad on the neck. Teeth sink in before he's sucking a deep, dark mark into place- if he even can do such a thing to a mage. Rigorous testing is required.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:46 am (UTC)He sucks in a sharp breath as his fingers tense against Viktor's hip. The mark blossoms on Bradley's skin, not healing instantly as Viktor might think it would, but instead it lingers there. It will go through the regular healing process over the course of a week if Brad doesn't use magic on it.
Of course, Brad isn't stunned for long, and suddenly he looks much more interested in where this is going to go.]
Next you're gonna tell me you like being on the giving side, aren't you?
[Bradley does top most of the time, but he will bottom for someone who is his type. And he would be lying if he didn't think that streak of possessiveness was hot.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:54 am (UTC)Haah, in that... I am flexible. [Physically flexible? Certainly not. In what role to play? Yes. Always. He lifts himself up further and presses his nose besides Brad's, both hands now anchoring Viktor to the back of his neck. A very solid support, though it isn't like Viktor weight all that much,]
What do you like-?
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Date: 2024-11-24 06:08 am (UTC)With their faces so close together, Brad closes the gap and presses his forehead against Viktor's. There's something intimate about the talks before a first time together, and he wants to make it feel special.]
Anything that'll blow your mind without blowing out your back's good for me.
[He is at least considerate in that regard. Normally he would pride himself in fucking someone until they couldn't walk straight, but that seems a little tasteless here.]
If you want you could lay right there and I could ride you.
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Date: 2024-11-24 06:17 am (UTC)I can't even imagine saying no to that... [he can't say no, absolutely not.]
Well worth a broken back. Don't go easy on me. [a contrast to his joking earlier, quite serious on that request. Nothing would take Viktor out of the mood like someone trying to be overly precious, overly careful. He is not some fragile, porcelain doll to only be handled gently.
His fingertips dig into the meaty parts of Brad's shoulder muscles, where they connect moving up towards his hairline, punctuating his desires before capturing the man's lips with his, with passion,]
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Date: 2024-11-24 06:32 am (UTC)[He says it in a joking tone, but the message has been received. He won't go easy on Viktor.
He really shouldn't be surprised at how passionate this man is though. They just spent all of yesterday nerding out over one of his passion projects. Of course Viktor was always going to treat everything that interested him with the same passion.
Brad kisses back, greedily taking every kiss Viktor has to offer while giving more of his own. Emboldened by all of this, he slides his hands away from Viktor's hips and up to his shirt, slipping right under to palm at his abdomen. They have all morning, they can take their time and build up to the final act. Brad can be patient for this.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 06:43 am (UTC)[as if fear was about to stop him, regardless. He takes in a breath to fill his lungs beneath Brad's exploring hands. The state of his body... ragged and worn down, chronically underweight, he doesn't want to think about it. Definitely doesn't want to hear any comment on it.
Maybe he can just keep Brad's mouth occupied with his own, dragging a splayed wide hand up into the back of his fluffy hair.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:55 pm (UTC)He accepts the kisses though, and honestly it's a wise choice. Brad can't run his mouth if it's occupied. But he does work to roll the two of them over, so he's the one on top of Viktor. That's when he pulls back from the kisses and props himself up on his elbows, peering down at Viktor with a lop-sided grin like he just won the best prize at the arcade.]
Yer pretty cute, y'know that?
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Date: 2024-11-24 06:18 pm (UTC)The compliment is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Not entirely unwelcomed, at least. Viktor is definitely suspicious of such things, flattery was usually to get something out of him at the Academy. Here... what is trying to get from him he isn't already giving freely? He huffs, teasing with a soft smile on his face,]
Flatterer. [his hands fallen down from Brad reach back upward to him. One palming his chest with fingers all held flat and together. The other hand outstretching to hook along Brad's chin, feel along the tip of it with his thumb while the other digits traces his jawline. So handsome. A vision of perfection, so close Viktor can touch it, can feel weighed down by it.
Viktor nearly says... something. Commentary on the tip of his tongue, maybe a returned compliment, maybe a playful insult, but it withers at his lips. He just moves his hand back around the back of Brad's hair to pull him down to kiss again. Words fail, but actions speak. Eagerly kissing him, grasping his hair to the root, that should communicate more than enough.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 06:51 pm (UTC)[It's not looks- or at least, not only looks- that attracts Brad to people. It's their passion, their lifeblood. He likes people who put their heart and soul into the things they do, and it was guaranteed from the moment they met that they would end up like this eventually.
He goes along with the tug, falling back into another kiss with no complaints about the hair-pulling. He likes a bit of pain, so this is fine.
But while they're kissing he also works a knee between Viktor's legs, pressing it up against Viktor's crotch. He's going to heat things up very quickly here, or at least that's his intention.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 07:04 pm (UTC)He writhes lightly at the press between his legs, but any hesitation is brief. Viktor's thighs open just enough for Brad to slip between them. Viktor's outward leg hooks around the back of him, pulling him in.
In just a thin pair of linen briefs, there's not a need or a want to hide his own arousal. Viktor ruts himself against the musculature of Brad's now captured thigh, catching the man's bottom lip between his teeth with a smirk to do so.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 07:32 pm (UTC)Brad smiles into their kiss as he feels a familiar firmness with his leg. Yep, that's exactly what he had been hoping for. It seems like Viktor needs this just as badly as Brad does. It's a good thing Brad plans on giving Viktor quite the show then, to make the break in his dry spell something spectacular.
He feels his lip caught by Viktor's teeth, and he chuckles audibly. It's just another thing that makes Viktor attractive. He'll stay captured for a moment before pulling back to murmur something to Viktor.]
It feels like you're already ready, but I wanna give you a show anyway.
[Not that there's much for him to strip off right now, but he still wants to show off a bit to get Viktor worked up.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 07:40 pm (UTC)He lets his fingers loosen and card out of Brad's hair so he's no longer so held in place. Viktor slumps back against the pillow to get the broadest look at the man that he can. He's happy the bruise he left is still there, a mark he could leave, not entirely fleeting. His own lips roll into his mouth, wanting more of Brad's taste to linger on his tongue. The motion stings lightly, Viktor already kiss-bruised from his own aggressive enthusiasm. He wouldn't have it another way,]
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Date: 2024-11-24 08:27 pm (UTC)There. No more interruptions.
[Even if Jayce comes knocking on the door, neither of them will hear it. Nor will Jayce hear them.
Once that's dealt with, he moves to unbutton the top button of his shirt, flashing a sultry look at Viktor as he does so. Viktor better not blink, or else he'll miss something.]
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Date: 2024-11-24 08:35 pm (UTC)[Viktor is watching intently, the focus he gave his notes and study now all directed onto Brad. It is intense, scrutiny mixed with admiration and appreciation. The kind of gaze that would make most flinch. But Brad? No, Brad can surely handle it, drink it in, even.
Viktor suspects they are very compatible as men. Again, rigorous testing is required to prove that theory.
Long fingers reach out and hook into the hemline of Brad's boxers. He doesn't pull them down, only drags the smooth side of his fingernails around the man's hips teasingly, before asking,]
Am I allowed to help?
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Date: 2024-11-24 08:57 pm (UTC)You can, but hold onto those for a minute.
[Boxers come next after the shirt. Or shirts, as it ends up being, because once he ends up dumping his button-up shirt on the ground there's actually a tank top underneath. He grabs the hem of that with both of his hands and raises it just a little bit, showing off a tiny bit of his tight abs. There's scars there too, as there are everywhere on his body, but the bottom of a marking is visible on the right side of his front, starting just below his belly button. So Viktor can only see the points at the end currently, as Brad teases what is to come. Which he does so by wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner.]
You can touch here too if you want.
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Date: 2024-11-24 09:06 pm (UTC)That is... [Viktor pulls himself up onto his elbows at the reveal. Anything to get his vision closer to it, to study it. His fingers remove from Brad's boxers to run slightly cold fingertips along the shapes with fascination,]
You drew this rune for me, didn't you? What purpose does it have on your skin? [Granted such permanence, it must be important! Significant!
Whoops, Brad better drag him out of Science Mode and back into Sex Mode before he gets completely derailed by unrelated curiosity over magic,]
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Date: 2024-11-24 09:23 pm (UTC)For a moment he's considers spinning some grand tale, but actually decides to go with the truth. He pulls off the tank top entirely to show off the full mark (and the rest of himself) before explaining.]
It's a kind of magic tattoo, and it relates to my work as a Sage's Wizard. I'll tell you about it later, okay?
[In the meantime, Brad will gently take Viktor's wrists to guide them towards his mucles, as if to say "appreciate me here too".]
It'll be a better discussion with that post-nut clarity.
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Date: 2024-11-24 09:32 pm (UTC)His wrist is easily redirected, Viktor opening his fingers to palm over Brad's midsection. So muscular and lean, this mage. He wouldn't think that was the way of magic users, to be so physically fit. Stories always portrayed them as old men of time cracked skin and crispy bears. Nothing like Brad,]
I will ask more later. Is it sensitive? [he asks and does not wait for an answer, because he can test this himself. Viktor had already leaned himself in, so he just goes further with it. Extending his tongue out to hit it before his lips, giving the rune a firmly licky kiss in experimentation of his question,]
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Date: 2024-11-25 03:08 am (UTC)Brad's eyelids flutter and he sighs contentedly as Viktor feels up his chest. Far too often has he been hit, stabbed, and blasted, but it's not too often that he gets these kind of touches anymore. So he lets Viktor touch him as much as he wants, appreciating every moment of it.
Then he feels Viktor lick his marking, and he jumps a little in surprise.]
It's got mana running through it, so yeah.
[He doesn't seem to mind the touch though, once he gets used to it.]
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Date: 2024-11-25 03:25 am (UTC)I can sense it... energy buzzing. A spark. A potential.
[He bites the mark, really sinks his teeth in.
Just that kind of a guy. A boundary pusher until pushed back on. Character flaw, honestly. He could do with more consideration.]
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Date: 2024-11-25 03:37 am (UTC)He used to tease Nero about the sounds he made when Brad bit him on the shoulder, where Nero's mark is. But now he understands, as an embarrassing moan escapes his mouth before he quickly covers it with his hand. He didn't think he could get any harder than he is now, but he has been proven wrong.]
Oi...
[It's not that he hates it, but it feels weirdly good.]
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