[ jayce is all toothy grins and sleek smiles, bumping his nose to pelted skin and suckling on spherical curves— viktor's shoulder, his earlobe, his chin (significantly lighter; he doesn't wish to leave a mark there)— jayce's teeth play with his partner's sensitivity, his tongue gliding along the ripe sores of his passionate marking and sealing it with a kiss— all while his fingers, now two within him, sink to his second joints. ]
Good, [ he doesn't mind the divergence, is quite happy viktor would rather no touch at all than an abrupt halt to cock stroking— it's how jayce did it. he's learning viktor's preferences. what is there not to love about that? jayce squeezes the spaces of his partner's fingers in one hand, brushes the walnut-sized knob he finds with a curl, and begins to press the flats of his fingertips in sluggish, circular motions. ] I'd love to see how fast you come.
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Good, [ he doesn't mind the divergence, is quite happy viktor would rather no touch at all than an abrupt halt to cock stroking— it's how jayce did it. he's learning viktor's preferences. what is there not to love about that? jayce squeezes the spaces of his partner's fingers in one hand, brushes the walnut-sized knob he finds with a curl, and begins to press the flats of his fingertips in sluggish, circular motions. ] I'd love to see how fast you come.