[ jayce is a bit distracted now that his focus has relaxed to his brace. two of the three thigh buckles have been properly fastened and tightened around the slab of muscle, now fixing the final one. huh. sausage– jayce muses, partially to himself. ]
I don't have any . . . [ he trails off, and becomes increasingly aware that he's fallen into innuendo, drawn by the quick double-take turn of his head and a tight pull of the brace's final buckle. too tight. agh, ow—
Viktor, [ he warns, in between a sheepish grin. more than that and perhaps they wouldn't leave his abode without another one of his many raging boners. jayce shakes his head with a flash of teeth, finalizing a knot and bold in his brace that tightens at his knee and clamps at his heel. ]
no subject
I don't have any . . . [ he trails off, and becomes increasingly aware that he's fallen into innuendo, drawn by the quick double-take turn of his head and a tight pull of the brace's final buckle. too tight. agh, ow—
the face he makes. ]
Viktor, [ he warns, in between a sheepish grin. more than that and perhaps they wouldn't leave his abode without another one of his many raging boners. jayce shakes his head with a flash of teeth, finalizing a knot and bold in his brace that tightens at his knee and clamps at his heel. ]