[ Viktor can be patient, when experiments require it of him. He can sit and observe, changing variables in minute ways and watching the effects with wide, unblinking eyes. It's how he approaches touching Jayce now, cataloguing how he flexes his muscles when Viktor applies pressure to a certain part of his cock or the exhale of breath when tracing a line along one of its veins. He's a patient man when he's getting exactly what he wants, and he can wait for Jayce to find the words to answer the posed question.
And what an answer it is, worth waiting any amount of time for. Viktor's breath hitches and he can feel his own cock throb beneath the confines of his slacks, pulled even tighter by his position. Even though he's the one kneeling on the floor, he can feel the power that he has over Jayce in the moment—a control that he seems so willing to give up to Viktor. ]
Did you dream of me praising you? [ He's almost finished with the lower buckles of the brace, now, and he slows a bit to drag out the fun. Leaning in, he nuzzles the side of Jayce's cock, rubbing it between his cheek and the palm of his hand still holding it firmly. ] Did you come when I called you my good boy?
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And what an answer it is, worth waiting any amount of time for. Viktor's breath hitches and he can feel his own cock throb beneath the confines of his slacks, pulled even tighter by his position. Even though he's the one kneeling on the floor, he can feel the power that he has over Jayce in the moment—a control that he seems so willing to give up to Viktor. ]
Did you dream of me praising you? [ He's almost finished with the lower buckles of the brace, now, and he slows a bit to drag out the fun. Leaning in, he nuzzles the side of Jayce's cock, rubbing it between his cheek and the palm of his hand still holding it firmly. ] Did you come when I called you my good boy?