[ with fingers slotted between the spaces of viktor's hand, jayce squeezes the top of it, nearly engulfed just like viktor's back was with, his blunt nails scratching at his chest in easygoing contentment. he's hardly ever thought about the domestic life in the past. it felt monotonous and had so little to offer him.
now? it's what he thinks about every damn day like he required it to live. the day he stops pampering viktor with his breathing, and his kisses down his slippery neck is the day he'd be dead. ]
Now you'll just have to. [ wait, that is, allowing the air of teasing him with low hanging fruit to stir with the warmth surrounding them. would the window surprise him the most? or was it so farfetched that it was plausible, and thus the door would be more of a surprise? he'll have to gauge the reaction . . . ] I'll get you when you'd least expect it.
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now? it's what he thinks about every damn day like he required it to live. the day he stops pampering viktor with his breathing, and his kisses down his slippery neck is the day he'd be dead. ]
Now you'll just have to. [ wait, that is, allowing the air of teasing him with low hanging fruit to stir with the warmth surrounding them. would the window surprise him the most? or was it so farfetched that it was plausible, and thus the door would be more of a surprise? he'll have to gauge the reaction . . . ] I'll get you when you'd least expect it.