[ jayce's has long since expired, he feels. it's— gone. no more. all that is left are hands that are fighting to not fondle his gorgeously tempting partner. viktor moans again, and jayce feels another aching throb— but what broke the camel's back had been the tug of his hair back to expose his neck to his partner.
jayce gasps so subtly one could miss it, swallows, tight, his face blossoms from bronze to rosey hues, and something snaps inside him like a band stretched too thin. jayce. my love. you're trying my patience. please, take him. he's going to explode. ]
Th— [ he stammers, viktor makes him fucking stammer, wet his lips that for some reason have gone terribly dry, and feel, at last, his thighs tremble like the empty branches on winter-stripped trees. ] Then you should.
[ he does not say please in words, but he does certainly seems to beg now, in every other way. from his eyes to his desperate body language. ]
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jayce gasps so subtly one could miss it, swallows, tight, his face blossoms from bronze to rosey hues, and something snaps inside him like a band stretched too thin. jayce. my love. you're trying my patience. please, take him. he's going to explode. ]
Th— [ he stammers, viktor makes him fucking stammer, wet his lips that for some reason have gone terribly dry, and feel, at last, his thighs tremble like the empty branches on winter-stripped trees. ] Then you should.
[ he does not say please in words, but he does certainly seems to beg now, in every other way. from his eyes to his desperate body language. ]