[ Viktor's hips twitch out of rhythm, trying to both chase the callused warmth of Jayce's hand on his cock and the slick wet heat filling him. He's a creature of greed, thirsty for every last drop of Jayce that he can get his mouth on, hungry for something he fears can never be fully satiated. This night may come close, but he'll never lose the appetite that's been awakened and could only hope to be satisfied by Jayce Talis.
Continuing to ride the throbbing cock inside of him, he looks down at Jayce with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Gone is the cool, detached facade he'd somehow managed to maintain for so long—all that remains is Viktor, laid bare for his partner to take. His hands cover all of him, thick fingers and wide palms and it feels like he has more than just two as they set his skin ablaze.
It doesn't take any more coaxing for him to drop down against Jayce's chest, his body feeling sluggish from exertion and pleasure and the weight of his want. He slides his arms around Jayce's ribs and up beneath his shoulders, fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase as he continues to move his hips. The first thrust up into him nearly knocks their heads together, the force of it scooting Viktor up before he feels himself get pushed back down. Manhandled, and he loves it, loves that he's driven Jayce to this point of carnal need.
Panting in time with the thrusts as they force the breath out of him and he sucks it back in with each slide out, he tucks his face against the crook of Jayce's neck and bites down. It's harder than he'd probably do it normally, but he's so lost in the heat of the moment, the pleasure they're sharing, that his canine teeth sink into the skin. He tastes iron and comes with a startled gasp, back bowing beneath Jayce's hands and come spilling into the crushing heat between their stomachs. ]
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Continuing to ride the throbbing cock inside of him, he looks down at Jayce with half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Gone is the cool, detached facade he'd somehow managed to maintain for so long—all that remains is Viktor, laid bare for his partner to take. His hands cover all of him, thick fingers and wide palms and it feels like he has more than just two as they set his skin ablaze.
It doesn't take any more coaxing for him to drop down against Jayce's chest, his body feeling sluggish from exertion and pleasure and the weight of his want. He slides his arms around Jayce's ribs and up beneath his shoulders, fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase as he continues to move his hips. The first thrust up into him nearly knocks their heads together, the force of it scooting Viktor up before he feels himself get pushed back down. Manhandled, and he loves it, loves that he's driven Jayce to this point of carnal need.
Panting in time with the thrusts as they force the breath out of him and he sucks it back in with each slide out, he tucks his face against the crook of Jayce's neck and bites down. It's harder than he'd probably do it normally, but he's so lost in the heat of the moment, the pleasure they're sharing, that his canine teeth sink into the skin. He tastes iron and comes with a startled gasp, back bowing beneath Jayce's hands and come spilling into the crushing heat between their stomachs. ]