[ the second jayce feels a push back, he practically melts, sinks so cleanly into the kiss that he felt like a buttery mound of muscle with only one thing on his mind: viktor. his partner's mouth spreads and jayce's tongue meets eagerly, sliding in waves to survey, curl and softly smack their lips when their entries lessen. wet, glistening and tasteful, jayce drinks up, peppering long, dragging sessions with shorter pecks to allow them recovery, all of which are so short lived.
jayce guides one of his arms around the waist he'd held earlier, now with more unadulterated passion and tracing on the way down, gripping flesh and bone, making sure there was no space left unoccupied at their hips, which pulsed hot beneath the friction of body and thick fabric. it counted as physical support for viktor too, who jayce felt would like to do his own probing if their feelings are really so mirrored. mindful he must be of his knewly braced leg, so even his center of gravity, viktor would find, is being pulled off his responsibility to better explore the farrier. jayce invites it, with splayed fingers at the peak of viktor's hip bone— to give it a blissful knead, with his opposing hand doing the same to his scalp. he felt so good. it is so much better than he imagined it to be.
god, it was until recently that he realized how much he wanted this, wanted viktor— but in the way that it feels just so right he could've sworn he's been after this man for eons. an idea hits his thoughts, in flashes between his attempts to breathe in this maddening scent of viktor's skin through the nose pressed into the inside of his cheek, delve with his mouth, and with stiff legs jayce backs away with viktor in tow, refusing to part— silently beckoning him to the work desk with slowed, clanking steps infused with metal, with now both hands steadying his torso (jayce touches his own fingertips, encircling viktor's waist in full, oh my god), despite his frenzied lips. he's getting breathless, reluctantly breaks, ]
Desk, [ he manages to huff, taking the opportunity to inhale, exhale, briefly find the other's beautiful pearls for eyes underneath his lashes as they wobbled, but knocking their noses together, flashing teeth that come in to kiss him again, giving viktor a little more gums than lips because he cannot stop smiling but damn it does he try anyway!
he's never felt this bloom in his chest, he's never felt this heat so wild to spread. his whole body and mind felt connected to the moment, connected to him— if this was how sex was supposed to feel like, he's much more interested. maybe all that talk of "the right person" his mother would romantically advise him growing up wasn't silly after all. ]
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jayce guides one of his arms around the waist he'd held earlier, now with more unadulterated passion and tracing on the way down, gripping flesh and bone, making sure there was no space left unoccupied at their hips, which pulsed hot beneath the friction of body and thick fabric. it counted as physical support for viktor too, who jayce felt would like to do his own probing if their feelings are really so mirrored. mindful he must be of his knewly braced leg, so even his center of gravity, viktor would find, is being pulled off his responsibility to better explore the farrier. jayce invites it, with splayed fingers at the peak of viktor's hip bone— to give it a blissful knead, with his opposing hand doing the same to his scalp. he felt so good. it is so much better than he imagined it to be.
god, it was until recently that he realized how much he wanted this, wanted viktor— but in the way that it feels just so right he could've sworn he's been after this man for eons. an idea hits his thoughts, in flashes between his attempts to breathe in this maddening scent of viktor's skin through the nose pressed into the inside of his cheek, delve with his mouth, and with stiff legs jayce backs away with viktor in tow, refusing to part— silently beckoning him to the work desk with slowed, clanking steps infused with metal, with now both hands steadying his torso (jayce touches his own fingertips, encircling viktor's waist in full, oh my god), despite his frenzied lips. he's getting breathless, reluctantly breaks, ]
Desk, [ he manages to huff, taking the opportunity to inhale, exhale, briefly find the other's beautiful pearls for eyes underneath his lashes as they wobbled, but knocking their noses together, flashing teeth that come in to kiss him again, giving viktor a little more gums than lips because he cannot stop smiling but damn it does he try anyway!
he's never felt this bloom in his chest, he's never felt this heat so wild to spread. his whole body and mind felt connected to the moment, connected to him— if this was how sex was supposed to feel like, he's much more interested. maybe all that talk of "the right person" his mother would romantically advise him growing up wasn't silly after all. ]