[ who knew their trot back would be one of such delightful agony. jayce tails right after him, at times picks up a pace that could only mark his impatience. jayce's gaze is set on places beyond viktor's pretty face— how his legs drape and hips move atop the horse's back. his erect back, a lovely posture, how his frame dips and curves, how he'd like his hands on him. all over him. the stables are not different. jayce unmounts and tends to untacking the animals with swiftness and a little more flex to his arms. he wonders if viktor is watching him, and feels his heart race when golden eyes offer him a sensuous reward for his hard work.
to his surprise, some of the horses have gained color to their coats. "chestnut". he remembers from their paperwork. viktor's hair is "chestnut".
the staring from afar would have to furnish his needs for a little while longer, and they prove to be glances filled with beauty. viktor is at the center of jayce's attention, with jayce's eyes set on him like he'd swallow him whole, like he'd undress him then and there if he got too close, had the lewd idea of having him in one of the stables, silent and careful to not get caught— the sheer thrill of it. that is foul, and dangerous, but a fantasy that ignites him all the same. the clanking of his metal brace accompanies jayce's lumbering steps, a precautionary few arm lengths away— but he is dying to come close.
even as they fall in line and wobble along to jayce's cottage, every step there is a tingle to the growth of the sparks colliding between them. no touching is had— but they may as well be all over each other already. jayce is overcome with passion. the trek to the porch and front door is unbearable, but once they're past it, jayce locks the door behind them.
the tension they have sowed does not fit the room they're in. jayce's heart was going to fly out of his chest and to the stars blinking outside, by the time he finally relaxes his shoulders and meets viktor's direction with a turn towards him.
no subject
to his surprise, some of the horses have gained color to their coats. "chestnut". he remembers from their paperwork. viktor's hair is "chestnut".
the staring from afar would have to furnish his needs for a little while longer, and they prove to be glances filled with beauty. viktor is at the center of jayce's attention, with jayce's eyes set on him like he'd swallow him whole, like he'd undress him then and there if he got too close, had the lewd idea of having him in one of the stables, silent and careful to not get caught— the sheer thrill of it. that is foul, and dangerous, but a fantasy that ignites him all the same. the clanking of his metal brace accompanies jayce's lumbering steps, a precautionary few arm lengths away— but he is dying to come close.
even as they fall in line and wobble along to jayce's cottage, every step there is a tingle to the growth of the sparks colliding between them. no touching is had— but they may as well be all over each other already. jayce is overcome with passion. the trek to the porch and front door is unbearable, but once they're past it, jayce locks the door behind them.
the tension they have sowed does not fit the room they're in. jayce's heart was going to fly out of his chest and to the stars blinking outside, by the time he finally relaxes his shoulders and meets viktor's direction with a turn towards him.
there's no stopping them now. ]