[ jayce couldn't have mixed up the signals enough, could he? he'd expect his first given kiss to viktor something chaste and sweet, akin to what he'd recieved— but jayce feels a stumbling neediness when he's right in front of viktor, where space is becoming a nonexistent idea.
jayce takes viktor's face in both hands, tugging him up and forward with significant urgency. the momentum doesn't short stop, it keeps going until—
jayce's lips have crushed into his partner's like a starving man faced with a feast, and fuck do sparks fly. that electrifying implosion sends surges through his limbs, makes him collapse within himself and press viktor into the wall behind them.
he wants nothing more than to swallow viktor whole. his taste, the shape of his upper lip, the inevitable knock of teeth somewhere in his haste, the way his fingers sink into the man's beautiful chestnut locks, all a frantic plea to kiss him again, kiss he back.
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jayce takes viktor's face in both hands, tugging him up and forward with significant urgency. the momentum doesn't short stop, it keeps going until—
jayce's lips have crushed into his partner's like a starving man faced with a feast, and fuck do sparks fly. that electrifying implosion sends surges through his limbs, makes him collapse within himself and press viktor into the wall behind them.
he wants nothing more than to swallow viktor whole. his taste, the shape of his upper lip, the inevitable knock of teeth somewhere in his haste, the way his fingers sink into the man's beautiful chestnut locks, all a frantic plea to kiss him again, kiss he back.
please, kiss me back, is all he could think. ]