[ they are going to have things their age old souls couldn't. lifestyles they were destined to be torn from, but—
not here.
jayce sets aside any worry regarding viktor's family for now; because it is his beloved's voice that leaves a ghosting brush to the peak of his jaw, with words that prickle his skin from the spine up through every hair on his head. he can only imagine what it entails, has a strong feeling about the sultry way viktor's tone tempts him—
technically, if he was to do this the utterly correct way, that everyone should be doing (but don't), he'd avoid this. he'd tell viktor to wait until he spoke with his parents, made it official— but jayce is going to burst. he's going to fucking burst if he doesn't have him, doesn't take him to bed and strip him of his clothes, after so long . . .
it's time . . . to crank it.
are you sure this is gonna work?
it will hold. trust me.
and that reminder twitches jayce's lips up into a knowing smirk. of course it was always viktor to enable reckless behavior. most of all, encourage him to do what he wanted, and not what others expected of him. it makes his desire for viktor burn it's harshest. even in that aspect, he is— everything to him.
jayce falls into it, a willing catch in a trap who wants nothing more than to lose it— a prize for his good behavior, and a secret between the two of them. he encircles his love with his arms for a embrace, but it is a different one; his hold snags at viktor's clothes like the were a bane, he grips flesh with a slow, tightening vice that holds back more. he pushes his nose into the softness of viktor's neck, breathes against it, indulges in his scent and places a shivering kiss to his jugular. ]
I want you.
[ they really should grab their horses and go. jayce looks like he's at his limit of practicing self control.
not that— he'd do anything out here, but he is allowing his pent up lust to pour. it mixes with love and leaves an incredible wildfire in him that will only spread stronger, which . . .
no subject
not here.
jayce sets aside any worry regarding viktor's family for now; because it is his beloved's voice that leaves a ghosting brush to the peak of his jaw, with words that prickle his skin from the spine up through every hair on his head. he can only imagine what it entails, has a strong feeling about the sultry way viktor's tone tempts him—
technically, if he was to do this the utterly correct way, that everyone should be doing (but don't), he'd avoid this. he'd tell viktor to wait until he spoke with his parents, made it official— but jayce is going to burst. he's going to fucking burst if he doesn't have him, doesn't take him to bed and strip him of his clothes, after so long . . .
it's time . . . to crank it.
are you sure this is gonna work?
it will hold. trust me.
and that reminder twitches jayce's lips up into a knowing smirk. of course it was always viktor to enable reckless behavior. most of all, encourage him to do what he wanted, and not what others expected of him. it makes his desire for viktor burn it's harshest. even in that aspect, he is— everything to him.
jayce falls into it, a willing catch in a trap who wants nothing more than to lose it— a prize for his good behavior, and a secret between the two of them. he encircles his love with his arms for a embrace, but it is a different one; his hold snags at viktor's clothes like the were a bane, he grips flesh with a slow, tightening vice that holds back more. he pushes his nose into the softness of viktor's neck, breathes against it, indulges in his scent and places a shivering kiss to his jugular. ]
I want you.
[ they really should grab their horses and go. jayce looks like he's at his limit of practicing self control.
not that— he'd do anything out here, but he is allowing his pent up lust to pour. it mixes with love and leaves an incredible wildfire in him that will only spread stronger, which . . .
could he a good thing, today. ]