[ oh, my god. take him. a clear indication of how much jayce enjoys being spoken to that way (and more) is the single stirring twinge his honing erection gives— and even if his smile is so widely sheepish about insistently poking viktor from below, he feels the heat seeringly rise from the pit of his belly as he feels a significant, pointed nudge at the height of his thigh. what's worse, or better? was how good viktor looked. the way he grooms his tousled hair out of his face, how the curse had muttered off his lips, it all still leaves a lord . . .
he can't help but to roll his head and genuinely chuckle at the both of them. ]
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he can't help but to roll his head and genuinely chuckle at the both of them. ]