[ oh, the combination. words, sweet love bites— jayce feels the hairs at the back of his nape beginning to stand, a tingle rushing down his skin from the tips of his ears getting tampered with between such alluring teeth.
jayce was about to chase after him, press their mouths together bissfully when hands bring him to a halt— and rightfully so. they had a few more things to do, and jayce should try to relax a little more. take his time. they had all night and no rush for this to end, even if he was so starved and terribly greedy. ]
—Yeah, [ he nods, ] my thoughts exactly.
[ jayce parts reluctantly, but not without tracing his hands all over viktor beforehand. if his sigh comes out sounding a bit frustrated, it wasn't exactly it— not when his smirk frisks the corners of his mouth, sucks in his lower lip and pinches viktors ass. it was just.... that.
viktor's everything . . . . but jayce must digress, and get the candles ready. he has plenty on his desk, already mounted in preparation for his nightly jornaling. he'll take a few, in fact, their desitations spread throughout the likes of their single room: the nightstand. the desk. any other place that wasn't a fire harzard, all while he snaps a match to life and transferrs the dim, golden light to a flickering stalking. now, with the smokey scent wafing in the room, jayce returns to his love— with an effort to pace himself, sit them both down on the edges of the bed and look at his gorgeous, gorgeous chestnut locks and amber eyes.
jayce places his entire hand over viktor's thigh, and he's pretty sure his palm could wrap around its circumference]
Our braces should come off, too.
[ the together is implied, and jayce takes viktor's dainty fingers and places them on top of his leg's brace buckle— it wraps around the apex of his thigh, rather high.
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jayce was about to chase after him, press their mouths together bissfully when hands bring him to a halt— and rightfully so. they had a few more things to do, and jayce should try to relax a little more. take his time. they had all night and no rush for this to end, even if he was so starved and terribly greedy. ]
—Yeah, [ he nods, ] my thoughts exactly.
[ jayce parts reluctantly, but not without tracing his hands all over viktor beforehand. if his sigh comes out sounding a bit frustrated, it wasn't exactly it— not when his smirk frisks the corners of his mouth, sucks in his lower lip and pinches viktors ass. it was just.... that.
viktor's everything
. . . . but jayce must digress, and get the candles ready. he has plenty on his desk, already mounted in preparation for his nightly jornaling. he'll take a few, in fact, their desitations spread throughout the likes of their single room: the nightstand. the desk. any other place that wasn't a fire harzard, all while he snaps a match to life and transferrs the dim, golden light to a flickering stalking. now, with the smokey scent wafing in the room, jayce returns to his love— with an effort to pace himself, sit them both down on the edges of the bed and look at his gorgeous, gorgeous chestnut locks and amber eyes.
jayce places his entire hand over viktor's thigh, and he's pretty sure his palm could wrap around its circumference]
Our braces should come off, too.
[ the together is implied, and jayce takes viktor's dainty fingers and places them on top of his leg's brace buckle— it wraps around the apex of his thigh, rather high.
he encourages him to be there anyway. ]