[ Unaware of Jayce's peeking (that's cheating!) Viktor lets himself be emboldened by wandering hands. His own start to trail down, dragging back over that beautiful beard, catching on suspender buckles, ghosting over clean white cotton that was so unusual for Jayce who's always dirty with productivity. Seeing him so cleaned up had, well, it had inspired Viktor to want to be the one to ruffle his hair and unbutton his prim clothes and make him moan again, like that but louder, maybe his voice going hoarse from use.
His fingers are flirting with the waistband of Jayce's pants where it hugs his hips when they rise towards him and then everything goes still. For a second, Viktor fears that he's the one who has pushed too far and maybe Jayce isn't ready for heavy petting like this, that the kissing needs to lighten up a little, that maybe they should head home.
Jayce calls his name like a prayer, like a sin, like a spell. Viktor's mind goes blank for a moment, unable to even consider pulling his hands away from the body beneath his. He can feel Jayce's arousal, yes, but his own is pressing into Jayce's thigh just as firmly—he'd been trying to ignore it, but now that they're so still, so tense, it's harder to deny. ]
F-fuck. [ His voice shakes, one hand tightening its grip on Jayce's hip and the other lifting to push the hair back from his face. He's shocked that just last night, he'd been making notes about Jayce being single and only possibly interested, but it makes him laugh, too. ] Don't worry, Jayce. When I take you for the first time, it'll be in a proper bed.
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His fingers are flirting with the waistband of Jayce's pants where it hugs his hips when they rise towards him and then everything goes still. For a second, Viktor fears that he's the one who has pushed too far and maybe Jayce isn't ready for heavy petting like this, that the kissing needs to lighten up a little, that maybe they should head home.
Jayce calls his name like a prayer, like a sin, like a spell. Viktor's mind goes blank for a moment, unable to even consider pulling his hands away from the body beneath his. He can feel Jayce's arousal, yes, but his own is pressing into Jayce's thigh just as firmly—he'd been trying to ignore it, but now that they're so still, so tense, it's harder to deny. ]
F-fuck. [ His voice shakes, one hand tightening its grip on Jayce's hip and the other lifting to push the hair back from his face. He's shocked that just last night, he'd been making notes about Jayce being single and only possibly interested, but it makes him laugh, too. ] Don't worry, Jayce. When I take you for the first time, it'll be in a proper bed.