[ what a dirty mouth on his angel. it's hot, it's breathtaking and stunning to see his other half without the slightest coherence to actually answer him beyond approval. jayce knows he's doing something right and continues with a combination of the two techniques, encircling viktor properly with his supporting hand to allow him to melt right where he was. he may need to breathe through this, to huff or even scream with bliss, so jayce allows his lover's mouth the room for that, all while rooting a wet, tongue-lapping kiss at the corners of his parted, trembling lips. ]
Go to the stars, My Love.
[ jayce's movements pick up in speed by a second, but he maintains consistent rhythm and pressure, to give the climb a steady meet to the peak. overwhelming as it could be, rushing it was the last thing he should be doing. where viktor begins to shake in a way he knows his muscles do when they beg for the throw past the edge, jayce changes any rubbing or flicking of his prostate with presses into it like he'd press a button. a continuous application of pressure in different intensities— the ones viktor enjoyed the most prevail. ]
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Go to the stars, My Love.
[ jayce's movements pick up in speed by a second, but he maintains consistent rhythm and pressure, to give the climb a steady meet to the peak. overwhelming as it could be, rushing it was the last thing he should be doing. where viktor begins to shake in a way he knows his muscles do when they beg for the throw past the edge, jayce changes any rubbing or flicking of his prostate with presses into it like he'd press a button. a continuous application of pressure in different intensities— the ones viktor enjoyed the most prevail. ]