[ In his few experimental forays with sex, Viktor has never felt so wanted, needed, not even close to what Jayce clearly feels. It's like the door closing has let him off a leash, and he's quick to make up for the lost time spent on their way here. The attention to Viktor's neck makes him gasp and then groan, free hand not wound up in Jayce's tie sinking into his hair to keep him close, close.
Hands untuck the back of his shirt and travel beneath it, and Viktor can feel the calluses of each finger dragging over his skin. Jayce's hands are one of Viktor's favorite parts of him in how their strength bends metal to his will yet they have the same gentle patience to are for newborn foals. Viktor craves both, to be treated with roughness that no one believed he could handle and yet to be treasured with tenderness, too.
There's a part of him, too, that worries. Jayce has never seen him naked, or even shirtless, and Viktor knows that he's far from a prized specimen of masculine musculature and without any of the luscious curves of femininity. Even if he hadn't seen Jayce shirtless countless of times in the forge, he'd be able to tell that he's fit and more than worthy of running hands over. Viktor stamps down that doubting voice in his own head, though. Surely Jayce had no misconceptions about what lay beneath Viktor's clothes. ]
I know, Jayce. [ He laughs, catching the fleeting kisses and then deciding to kiss Jayce's neck if he was going to be so difficult. Laving his tongue up the side, he nips at the lobe of his ear. ] I nearly gave in to you.
[ His knees hit the edge of the bed but he manages to stay standing. It would be so easy to sit down and pull Jayce with him, but things are a little complicated for them. A few more kisses and bites, and then Viktor sets both hands on Jayce's chest to slow him down, if only for a moment. ] Jayce. Candles? I want to see you.
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Hands untuck the back of his shirt and travel beneath it, and Viktor can feel the calluses of each finger dragging over his skin. Jayce's hands are one of Viktor's favorite parts of him in how their strength bends metal to his will yet they have the same gentle patience to are for newborn foals. Viktor craves both, to be treated with roughness that no one believed he could handle and yet to be treasured with tenderness, too.
There's a part of him, too, that worries. Jayce has never seen him naked, or even shirtless, and Viktor knows that he's far from a prized specimen of masculine musculature and without any of the luscious curves of femininity. Even if he hadn't seen Jayce shirtless countless of times in the forge, he'd be able to tell that he's fit and more than worthy of running hands over. Viktor stamps down that doubting voice in his own head, though. Surely Jayce had no misconceptions about what lay beneath Viktor's clothes. ]
I know, Jayce. [ He laughs, catching the fleeting kisses and then deciding to kiss Jayce's neck if he was going to be so difficult. Laving his tongue up the side, he nips at the lobe of his ear. ] I nearly gave in to you.
[ His knees hit the edge of the bed but he manages to stay standing. It would be so easy to sit down and pull Jayce with him, but things are a little complicated for them. A few more kisses and bites, and then Viktor sets both hands on Jayce's chest to slow him down, if only for a moment. ] Jayce. Candles? I want to see you.