[ stunning. he's absolutely stunning. jayce feels an inexplicable pride swell within him, spreading his lips wider against the adoring, physical sentiments. fallen, sticky locks of soaked hair are pushed back by jayce's pursed mouth and burrowing nose just under the angle of his maw pulled agape. he whispers then, true to the name calling with an enticing, sticky, tempting delivery: ]
You sound like an angel.
[ jayce could go mad hearing his name being sung like that. his digits haven't stopped, either, continuing their slowly wicked rotations over viktor's p-spot to drive him up the walls and back. he only pauses to speak, and ask with a direct look into viktor's fluttering eyes: ]
Like this, [ the circling swirl, ] or this?
[ his fingers curl over the spot rather than rub over it, a beckoning coil that jayce alternates with to most please him. he's loving every god damn minute of this. ]
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You sound like an angel.
[ jayce could go mad hearing his name being sung like that. his digits haven't stopped, either, continuing their slowly wicked rotations over viktor's p-spot to drive him up the walls and back. he only pauses to speak, and ask with a direct look into viktor's fluttering eyes: ]
Like this, [ the circling swirl, ] or this?
[ his fingers curl over the spot rather than rub over it, a beckoning coil that jayce alternates with to most please him. he's loving every god damn minute of this. ]