[ viktor's noise hits different when his prostate is pleasured, a roiled crest of his gripe an exceedingly difficult tease to not chase after— but jayce waits. he waits until his thighs return to their quivering not because he's exhausted— but because he is at an anxious predisposition to bolt, buck and fuck viktor straight into eden.
his love loosens the reigns, sets him free— and right where he savors himself the most is where jayce's hands slide between his legs, squeeze the flesh of his legs and nearly meets his own encircling fingers when gripping to hold viktor's pelvis in suspension. ]
Fasten to me, [ he beckons with sugar coated urgency, dips viktor toward his chest where he may plank his hands, or his torso, whatever would help to steady his balance when jayce drives himself inside him. the single slam becomes a candenced pounding that his not exactly tender to love making— it is hard, animalistic fucking. lustful sex and wicked need that catered to the raw feeling they've endured for months on end that could split his partner open if there were no end.
jayce's brows permanently wrinkle at the bridge, his gaze a foggy, half lidded dive into a release so close. his jaws rub slack against viktor's shoulder to stiffle how loud his frantic whines (and slamming) have gotten, but neither would really be deafened. the height of his crying reaches its highest pitch after a growing chant of ohs and viktors embellish his home from the inside out.
hopefully no one was snooping around at this hour, indeed. ]
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his love loosens the reigns, sets him free— and right where he savors himself the most is where jayce's hands slide between his legs, squeeze the flesh of his legs and nearly meets his own encircling fingers when gripping to hold viktor's pelvis in suspension. ]
Fasten to me, [ he beckons with sugar coated urgency, dips viktor toward his chest where he may plank his hands, or his torso, whatever would help to steady his balance when jayce drives himself inside him. the single slam becomes a candenced pounding that his not exactly tender to love making— it is hard, animalistic fucking. lustful sex and wicked need that catered to the raw feeling they've endured for months on end that could split his partner open if there were no end.
jayce's brows permanently wrinkle at the bridge, his gaze a foggy, half lidded dive into a release so close. his jaws rub slack against viktor's shoulder to stiffle how loud his frantic whines (and slamming) have gotten, but neither would really be deafened. the height of his crying reaches its highest pitch after a growing chant of ohs and viktors embellish his home from the inside out.
hopefully no one was snooping around at this hour, indeed. ]