[ this is not a good idea but it is also a brilliant idea. jayce's fingers twinge at the thought, over and over, settling oversized palms upon the man's lithe hip bones in his lap. there is both the pressure of his desire wishing to push viktor down against the pit of fire stirring his groin to aching life, as much as his hands tremor with restriction. jayce too, knows that if he starts now, not even the gods would pry him away from viktor. he's so damn gorgeous in the colors that mingle to create his image, so full of life and so very tasteful. the moan that happened to pierce the song of birds still awake is the only symphony he wants to hear now. it goads him to an edge he knows, he's not coming back from if he takes the leap.
jayce's gaze has changed— his pure adoration and blithe have boiled into hungry, begging passion, his legs trying to adjust beneath them, to make room because, gods, gods he wants to rut into that minimal space left and he wants to bite and suck and kiss and—
he tries to focus his pretty, hazing eyes on viktor's face, but that was the worst tease of all for his imagination. that sinful smile of his beckons jayce, enough that his breathing has become shallow, quick. he's going stiff, edging his pelvis to touch viktor from under him. just a brush to his backside. just one— the confines of their pants and the thickness of it already a punishment. ]
I want you to ride me like one, [ he nearly blurts it out to cut the way his throat had threatened to whine to his partner. whine, when has he ever—? ] you won't need another horse.
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jayce's gaze has changed— his pure adoration and blithe have boiled into hungry, begging passion, his legs trying to adjust beneath them, to make room because, gods, gods he wants to rut into that minimal space left and he wants to bite and suck and kiss and—
he tries to focus his pretty, hazing eyes on viktor's face, but that was the worst tease of all for his imagination. that sinful smile of his beckons jayce, enough that his breathing has become shallow, quick. he's going stiff, edging his pelvis to touch viktor from under him. just a brush to his backside. just one— the confines of their pants and the thickness of it already a punishment. ]
I want you to ride me like one, [ he nearly blurts it out to cut the way his throat had threatened to whine to his partner. whine, when has he ever—? ] you won't need another horse.