[ maybe that's what makes it undeniably magical . . . as much as addicting. jayce's grip on viktor's legs loosen, regrettably so, propping himself on his elbows and then his hands, to lift himself up into seating and adjusting his legs so that the space in between them wasn't so tight. the new proximity tempts him, and he does consider responding with words— but he realizes he doesn't need them. actions speak much louder.
jayce's hand twists into the front of viktor's riding blouse and yanks him in to crush their mouths in tandem, one final good bye to this night— but jayce kisses like it'd be his last, ever. there is an urgency to it, all his apetite for viktor in a single, dizzying torrent of tongue and upsurges, all of which begin to slow from his desperate rush only when the cosmos seem to whisper in his ear that it's time to part.
forehead to forehead, with his rough hands soothing through viktor's brown locks along his nape, how wild he's made them to now fix the unkempt look so no one awake at this hour would give him odd looks, jayce watches his new lover's eyes. how they shine and grow, and how the beautiful gold would mesmerize him. he had so much to say, even about viktor's supposed bedding plans—
but he doesn't want to say everything in one night. he has his own plans. ]
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jayce's hand twists into the front of viktor's riding blouse and yanks him in to crush their mouths in tandem, one final good bye to this night— but jayce kisses like it'd be his last, ever. there is an urgency to it, all his apetite for viktor in a single, dizzying torrent of tongue and upsurges, all of which begin to slow from his desperate rush only when the cosmos seem to whisper in his ear that it's time to part.
forehead to forehead, with his rough hands soothing through viktor's brown locks along his nape, how wild he's made them to now fix the unkempt look so no one awake at this hour would give him odd looks, jayce watches his new lover's eyes. how they shine and grow, and how the beautiful gold would mesmerize him. he had so much to say, even about viktor's supposed bedding plans—
but he doesn't want to say everything in one night. he has his own plans. ]
You could kiss me whenever you want.