[ jayce's eyes blow up like balloons— not that he is surprised that this is happening, but there's still a part of him that cannot believe this is finally happening. jayce scrambles behind him to reach for one his pillows to toss beneath viktor's knees, make it more comfortable because god knew how rough the floorboards were on their legs. viktor parks between his legs and, in this position— ]
Viktor . . .
[ only in his dreams and hazy, living fantasies. jayce becomes inexplicably flustered, the redness of his face burning just as bright as the dancing candlelights, catching his breath as it rises and falls seconds quicker than the last. with every tease, with every snag of viktor's sinful smirks pulling away at the buckles and unraveling his trousers, jayce's breathing catches in his throat like knots on rope. his painfully solid erection pops free from confinement once the button and fly are down, riled too harshly only minutes prior to their return to the cottage and very easy to bring back. with viktor that way, between his legs? he did not stand a chance. they could say goodbye to jayce being able to button his pants again, because it's damn certain it won't fit back. only the suspenders under his waistcoat, that he has forgotten to pull off, holds the fabric up.
the knee and ankle of his brace have metal straps and fastens at the sides. with enough coercing they should come undone. as jayce preemptively gets to work on unbottoning the row that keeps his coat together, his unwavering eyes silently meet and confirm— he could keep going. the uneven lift of his cupid's bow pulls a notched smile apart. he probably looks a mess already. ]
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Viktor . . .
[ only in his dreams and hazy, living fantasies. jayce becomes inexplicably flustered, the redness of his face burning just as bright as the dancing candlelights, catching his breath as it rises and falls seconds quicker than the last. with every tease, with every snag of viktor's sinful smirks pulling away at the buckles and unraveling his trousers, jayce's breathing catches in his throat like knots on rope. his painfully solid erection pops free from confinement once the button and fly are down, riled too harshly only minutes prior to their return to the cottage and very easy to bring back. with viktor that way, between his legs? he did not stand a chance. they could say goodbye to jayce being able to button his pants again, because it's damn certain it won't fit back. only the suspenders under his waistcoat, that he has forgotten to pull off, holds the fabric up.
the knee and ankle of his brace have metal straps and fastens at the sides. with enough coercing they should come undone. as jayce preemptively gets to work on unbottoning the row that keeps his coat together, his unwavering eyes silently meet and confirm— he could keep going. the uneven lift of his cupid's bow pulls a notched smile apart. he probably looks a mess already. ]
I've imagined you . . . so many times this way.
[ now it's finally real. ]