[ jayce's hips tense with surprise, his hands a solid grip as viktor turns him on his back, the only sound he makes is a quick mmph—, short and caught sharply in his throat, but this— oh, this. he melts under viktor, in his mouth. his lips pull apart to take as much of viktor in as he charts every dip and corner of him. the bends of his gums and teeth, the swirl of his tongue past. his lips work wet and slippery and he couldn't care less, only swallowing where he could, taking short breaths in to keep himself from breaking apart from this marvel. his eyes crack open, just to see—
and he is so beautiful. they were each other's cartographer and there were no better hands to search through them but their own. jayce accidentally lets a moan slip, a short little thing as the rise of heat seizes him from the middle and spreads white hot from his pelvis out. the combination of kiss, position, the nails in his hair that pries a gasp from him and tingles his nape— how his hands get a little bold, a little eager in spreading his touch across the side of his partner's chest on one side and the top of his leg on the other, exploring and rapt in the bumps of his ribs or the metal brace that hugs his thigh— he realizes just how much he prizes of viktor. from his mind to his body, to his leg and his kiss. an insseperable piece of everything . . . i admire about you. he doesn't think he's ever said that to viktor. his mind's eye suggests he did, in that marvelous plane of stars and nebulae whilst drifting away, slowly . . . losing himself, in front of a great being. was that god, ready to take him? an angel?
viktor— viktor is smiling— he can feel it when he delves for more taste and is met with a wall of teeth, curled lips peeled away. he laughs too, attempts to take viktor's lower lip between his teeth and tease him, gentle, rolls his hips up in the heat of the moment and hitches air into his lungs when met with a dizzying friction, oh, my god—
then, immediately, he freezes. between them, jayce is getting notably aroused and it, ah. shows. viktor is camped right on top of it, most likely felt in the way jayce throbs under all this fabric, just once as the soft space between his legs gets a touch more firm. this is the only time he breaks from viktor willingly, the smack of their mouths broken apart and leaving jayce's lips puffy and glistening. ]
Viktor, [ he says, breathless and dazed and ecstatic— and straining himself from the hips down. trying to look away from him in hopes that what the eyes don't see his cock won't feel. the night hides how deeply hued his face looks. oh, he's never turned this shade before. he tries to be responsible, to his own dismay. he wants to be good. he wants to wait, even if he doesn't actually want to. ] I— I need a minute.
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and he is so beautiful. they were each other's cartographer and there were no better hands to search through them but their own. jayce accidentally lets a moan slip, a short little thing as the rise of heat seizes him from the middle and spreads white hot from his pelvis out. the combination of kiss, position, the nails in his hair that pries a gasp from him and tingles his nape— how his hands get a little bold, a little eager in spreading his touch across the side of his partner's chest on one side and the top of his leg on the other, exploring and rapt in the bumps of his ribs or the metal brace that hugs his thigh— he realizes just how much he prizes of viktor. from his mind to his body, to his leg and his kiss. an insseperable piece of everything . . . i admire about you. he doesn't think he's ever said that to viktor. his mind's eye suggests he did, in that marvelous plane of stars and nebulae whilst drifting away, slowly . . . losing himself, in front of a great being. was that god, ready to take him? an angel?
viktor— viktor is smiling— he can feel it when he delves for more taste and is met with a wall of teeth, curled lips peeled away. he laughs too, attempts to take viktor's lower lip between his teeth and tease him, gentle, rolls his hips up in the heat of the moment and hitches air into his lungs when met with a dizzying friction, oh, my god—
then, immediately, he freezes. between them, jayce is getting notably aroused and it, ah. shows. viktor is camped right on top of it, most likely felt in the way jayce throbs under all this fabric, just once as the soft space between his legs gets a touch more firm. this is the only time he breaks from viktor willingly, the smack of their mouths broken apart and leaving jayce's lips puffy and glistening. ]
Viktor, [ he says, breathless and dazed and ecstatic— and straining himself from the hips down. trying to look away from him in hopes that what the eyes don't see his cock won't feel. the night hides how deeply hued his face looks. oh, he's never turned this shade before. he tries to be responsible, to his own dismay. he wants to be good. he wants to wait, even if he doesn't actually want to. ] I— I need a minute.