with his undergarments hiked down to the start of his thighs, jayce sighs out a shivering puff at touch, at last, touch. he didn't want to miss a second of this, making sure that his good leg supported his weight the most as he sat at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs just a little farther apart and cupping the side of viktor's face with a hand that wasn't gripping the cushions so tight. he looked— beautiful. he looked so beautiful. viktor was holding his cock, in his hand, swollen red with want and, ]
Fffuck— [ it pulses in his grip with a thirst that rivaled a desert's stranding, pleading to be explored the same way jayce's eyes were begging for a turn and to stay seated at the same time— he wanted both at once. the top of viktor's head is where he could reach for the moment, when his partner reached for the lower clasps of his brace; eventually, he settles on placing his own hand fondly on viktor's, brushing at the top of his knuckles, then caressing his forearm that soon locks into a grip when his head is teased. it twitches with vigor, so ready for more, and here was jayce unsure how long he'd fucking last when his head was beginning to swim. ] I, I'd—
[ a swallow so tight squeezes past his throat and even clicks. he's— mildly embarrassed, now. that he'd just admitted to fantasizing about viktor in one of many ways, right in this bed, in his own musk. he hadn't thought his blurting through, had he? but should he be-? ]
I'd— imagine you— t-teasing me, seizing me, when, when I . . . Was good, to you. [ a little more directly, then: ] When I deserved it.
[ jayce had been an open man about his feelings, with the right person. his privacy was something else, a different demon, but—
the single act of telling viktor without resistance is proof of his trust. he can't help the worrying anticipation for the reaction that would come after, though. ]
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with his undergarments hiked down to the start of his thighs, jayce sighs out a shivering puff at touch, at last, touch. he didn't want to miss a second of this, making sure that his good leg supported his weight the most as he sat at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs just a little farther apart and cupping the side of viktor's face with a hand that wasn't gripping the cushions so tight. he looked— beautiful. he looked so beautiful. viktor was holding his cock, in his hand, swollen red with want and, ]
Fffuck— [ it pulses in his grip with a thirst that rivaled a desert's stranding, pleading to be explored the same way jayce's eyes were begging for a turn and to stay seated at the same time— he wanted both at once. the top of viktor's head is where he could reach for the moment, when his partner reached for the lower clasps of his brace; eventually, he settles on placing his own hand fondly on viktor's, brushing at the top of his knuckles, then caressing his forearm that soon locks into a grip when his head is teased. it twitches with vigor, so ready for more, and here was jayce unsure how long he'd fucking last when his head was beginning to swim. ] I, I'd—
[ a swallow so tight squeezes past his throat and even clicks. he's— mildly embarrassed, now. that he'd just admitted to fantasizing about viktor in one of many ways, right in this bed, in his own musk. he hadn't thought his blurting through, had he? but should he be-? ]
I'd— imagine you— t-teasing me, seizing me, when, when I . . . Was good, to you. [ a little more directly, then: ] When I deserved it.
[ jayce had been an open man about his feelings, with the right person. his privacy was something else, a different demon, but—
the single act of telling viktor without resistance is proof of his trust. he can't help the worrying anticipation for the reaction that would come after, though. ]