[ the pulse on jayce's neck becomes more apparent when it's pressing into viktor's lips, the weight falling as jayce dips his head, nods to answer how pleasure had hooked into him with the vibration of his hum low and rooted. his hands, meanwhile leisurely waft lower in the water, from viktor's arms to the subtle basin of his hips, then the tops of his thighs— ]
Just fingers, [ he rubs, up and down where he sits his hands, a slow, deliberate stroking motion, ] it's . . . great, but it could be better. It could be with you.
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Just fingers, [ he rubs, up and down where he sits his hands, a slow, deliberate stroking motion, ] it's . . . great, but it could be better. It could be with you.