[ —!! and he was the one that was supposed to start courting? no, he's well aware that this is going on both sides, he's just flabbergasted that nearly everything coming out of viktor's sassy mouth is charming him to breathless ends. very funny he murmurs, but his toothy grin doesn't let up.
a number of things also has jayce paying attention to a little too much detail as viktor mounts. viktor's brazen remarks, how he'd kissed him in the tack room, how— passionate it had been and how his hands slotted so pleasantly on viktor's hips, how warm it was and how close their bodies were, the weight in his lap, the tops of his legs, and that get's him wondering, as eyes slide up viktor's limbs how it'd feel like to touch—
he should stop! it's so deathly hard, viktor has a damn spell on him. there's no other explanation. he's a wizard. imagining viktor as a mage had given him the impression of a somber man instead, beard grown out and the cosmos within his hood. why was he so melancholic, though? jayce would wish to make such a fascinating old man like that happy for life. if he focused enough, he was saying something to him.
that's not for now. it happens in a matter of seconds anyway, and through that, jayce has already studied the way up in . . . detail.
the mention of a saddle design makes his eyes bright. ]
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a number of things also has jayce paying attention to a little too much detail as viktor mounts. viktor's brazen remarks, how he'd kissed him in the tack room, how— passionate it had been and how his hands slotted so pleasantly on viktor's hips, how warm it was and how close their bodies were, the weight in his lap, the tops of his legs, and that get's him wondering, as eyes slide up viktor's limbs how it'd feel like to touch—
he should stop! it's so deathly hard, viktor has a damn spell on him. there's no other explanation. he's a wizard. imagining viktor as a mage had given him the impression of a somber man instead, beard grown out and the cosmos within his hood. why was he so melancholic, though? jayce would wish to make such a fascinating old man like that happy for life. if he focused enough, he was saying something to him.
that's not for now. it happens in a matter of seconds anyway, and through that, jayce has already studied the way up in . . . detail.
the mention of a saddle design makes his eyes bright. ]
Will you show me when we come back?