[ it is quite clear that jayce is fighting for his life when he's helped to his feet and terribly close to everything that sets his inner fire aflame. lips that press so sweetly makes the animal in him want to strike; the smell of his dearest becomes a pungent musk he wants to brazenly burry himself in, reminded of nights where he couldn't take his lustful yearning and had to put an end to his pent up load— oh, every fantasy in his bed was wilder than the last, sending him over the edge, quelling his desires for only a brief period. he's been steadfast for sometime now, they've only ever fooled around with passionate kisses and heavy petting before jayce shies away. never because he didn't want, because oh did he want.
be he didn't want to taint viktor's reputation in any premarital way, should they be found out. the classy nobles, specifically viktor's parents, would throw him out of the property, never allow him to see viktor again. and viktor—
well, he doesn't want to think heavily on it. that's why he needs to do this. the right way. first, viktor. if he accepts, his parents were the next day's battle. jayce ushers viktor's arms with his hands, which do seem to shake. subtle, but there.
he's happy, but the mystery thing still has him in a very tight vice grip of eager anxiety. did he feel the very same way? would he accept? even if he doesn't have his own house and is surely, very independent, he wouldn't want things to be different—
but it isn't what's desireable in your usual sutirs, is it? ]
And if someone sees us?
[ he still has a playful tone; he too like that exciting game of cat and mouse— only theirs. ]
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be he didn't want to taint viktor's reputation in any premarital way, should they be found out. the classy nobles, specifically viktor's parents, would throw him out of the property, never allow him to see viktor again. and viktor—
well, he doesn't want to think heavily on it. that's why he needs to do this. the right way. first, viktor. if he accepts, his parents were the next day's battle. jayce ushers viktor's arms with his hands, which do seem to shake. subtle, but there.
he's happy, but the mystery thing still has him in a very tight vice grip of eager anxiety. did he feel the very same way? would he accept? even if he doesn't have his own house and is surely, very independent, he wouldn't want things to be different—
but it isn't what's desireable in your usual sutirs, is it? ]
And if someone sees us?
[ he still has a playful tone; he too like that exciting game of cat and mouse— only theirs. ]