[ and how jayce plunges for his lips when they meet, how his hulking steps clink with the metal of his brace to gather his weight as his arms work around his partner's lavish torso. when viktor hushes words to him, jayce's face travels to the side of viktor's, shamelessly pressing his nose to him, scenting him, dragging his bottom lip against flushed skin to submerge himself in viktor after what felt like too many lives gone wrong. the sigh he gives is excessive and deep like— some fucking animal in heat and he does not care. jayce's home within was dark, no candles, even with the blue moon's glow through the cracks of his window's curtains, it doesn't offer too much luminance beyond what their adjusted eyes could already see. maybe that had to change, because—
jayce wanted to see all of him, in all of his stunning color. he did not want to miss a single moment of this. he wanted this vivid in his memory for the rest of his waking life. ]
Don't remind me, [ jayce laughs, with amusement playing the strings to his vocal chords, so stout and laced with an impossible appetite as he takes his filling of viktor's collar bone with steady, wet laps.
in his haste as he steps, he follows the tug of his tie. jayce supports viktor's trek with encircled limbs, fondling the folds at the back of his dress shirt, waistcoat— and slips his fingers under them. with the groove of viktor's back under his nails and two small dimples at the base of his waist, jayce can feel his chest skip beats, make his voice tight. it pulls out a quiet gasp from him. even when they petted each other, quite heavily, jayce would avoid touching skin where clothes had covered. it was too easy to get carried away, and now, after so much time, so much hated restraint—
he is touching the skin he wished so dearly to meld with. jayce is certain he'd go insane with the rest, hiking fabric up and kneading the elasticity of viktor's flesh beneath his habds, the knobs of his ribs going higher— fuck. fuck, indeed. ] I almost lost it at, at the meadow—
[ he speaks again, vlose to his lips but hovering, not diving. he presses shorter, quick kisses to the corners of viktor's mouth, to hear him speak, sigh, and help them get to the bed without getting distracted and tripping on their braced legs. ]
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jayce wanted to see all of him, in all of his stunning color. he did not want to miss a single moment of this. he wanted this vivid in his memory for the rest of his waking life. ]
Don't remind me, [ jayce laughs, with amusement playing the strings to his vocal chords, so stout and laced with an impossible appetite as he takes his filling of viktor's collar bone with steady, wet laps.
in his haste as he steps, he follows the tug of his tie. jayce supports viktor's trek with encircled limbs, fondling the folds at the back of his dress shirt, waistcoat— and slips his fingers under them. with the groove of viktor's back under his nails and two small dimples at the base of his waist, jayce can feel his chest skip beats, make his voice tight. it pulls out a quiet gasp from him. even when they petted each other, quite heavily, jayce would avoid touching skin where clothes had covered. it was too easy to get carried away, and now, after so much time, so much hated restraint—
he is touching the skin he wished so dearly to meld with. jayce is certain he'd go insane with the rest, hiking fabric up and kneading the elasticity of viktor's flesh beneath his habds, the knobs of his ribs going higher— fuck. fuck, indeed. ] I almost lost it at, at the meadow—
[ he speaks again, vlose to his lips but hovering, not diving. he presses shorter, quick kisses to the corners of viktor's mouth, to hear him speak, sigh, and help them get to the bed without getting distracted and tripping on their braced legs. ]
I'm so glad we came—