[ Their hands flexing and stretching, held together one moment and then splayed on top of each other the next, reminds him of blinding white flashes and a kaleidoscope of colors. He doesn't chase the memory for now, content to stay in the moment and make the new memory instead.
Humming happily when Jayce rests against him, Viktor turns enough so that he can press a kiss to the side of his neck. This easy, chaste intimacy is as addicting at the passionate heat they'd shared in bed—he's coming to terms with the fact that Jayce himself is the drug of choice. ]
I almost asked earlier, when you said you'd like me to fuck you. [ Jayce, brilliant as he is, might see where this is going. ] Have you ever been? Or done it yourself?
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Humming happily when Jayce rests against him, Viktor turns enough so that he can press a kiss to the side of his neck. This easy, chaste intimacy is as addicting at the passionate heat they'd shared in bed—he's coming to terms with the fact that Jayce himself is the drug of choice. ]
I almost asked earlier, when you said you'd like me to fuck you. [ Jayce, brilliant as he is, might see where this is going. ] Have you ever been? Or done it yourself?