[ well thank god jayce isn't drinking anything himself. he would have choked. with a silent beat to recoup and retaliate, jayce raises his eyes back to his lover with a crumbling pinch of his brows and a slight, heated tint to bronze cheeks as he twirled a longer strand of hair from in front to behind his ear, pressing a thumb to the wet plump of viktor's lips to dab it clean. ]
And down your throat.
[ viktor is more prepared than him. this was a mistake (no this was the best idea)— ]
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And down your throat.
[ viktor is more prepared than him. this was a mistake (no this was the best idea)— ]