[ Viktor wants to retort, but not only can he not get his lips to form words, his thoughts are in absolute disarray with no hopes of coming up with a coherent sentence. Every sense he has is focused on the fingers inside of him doing everything they can to try and push him to the edge of orgasm again, sending tingling pleasure shooting through his nerves and sparking beneath his skin. It feels like he's swaying in circles with the motion of Jayce's ministrations, an erotic whirlpool pulling him deeper with each rotation. When they stop, it leaves Viktor dizzy, an easy target for how Jayce changes his movements and bowls Viktor over. This coaxing, beckoning pull makes him shudder bodily, the ghost of an orgasm that's so close to hitting him so soon already. ]
Oh fuck. [ He digs his nails in deeper to where he clutches as Jayce's shoulders, hanging on for dear life because the building tension in his body makes it difficult to do anything but kneel in place and take what he's given. ] Fuck, yes yes yes.
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Oh fuck. [ He digs his nails in deeper to where he clutches as Jayce's shoulders, hanging on for dear life because the building tension in his body makes it difficult to do anything but kneel in place and take what he's given. ] Fuck, yes yes yes.