[ jayce manages to stiffle a yelp when a pressuring clutch both dulls and heightens his sensibility at once, lifting his injured leg at the jolt of sudden build up he could feel mounting— and then, release. sweet yet provoking release from his cock, of which causes jayce both a shimmering disappointment and pulsating relief. it was inexplicable, the way viktor's words, watching his lips move, everything— his arousal misses him, beckoning his beloved's return with a visible throb that has jayce's legs scrambling to smuggle its exposure with the fall of his loosened dress shirt. he's too tempted, so now, now that viktor lifts himself, jayce's hand extends for his waist, nearly the entirety of it covered by its sheer size, to support and guide him back to the bed's edge (and yes, it may have been another reason to touch him all the more). sitting, not standing. his legs could dangle, jayce could hoist him up— without his walking aid, and soon without his brace, they should preserve what they had.
jayce takes everything in first, standing in front of viktor with his weight pressed to his right side. his beautiful imperfections. his uneven top lip. the slight crook at the bridge of his nose. his lethal eyes and curved brows. the moles like stars on his face. jayce sighs and flutters his eyes at the marveling sight, his thumbs connecting as his grip around his waist narrows to the band of his riding slacks— his lover's groin creates a flourishing tent for him.
oh, jayce is done for.
it's easier on him, being on his knees. the pillow left behind is used to cushion the shin that needed the most support. jayce's height and the height of the bed were in his favor to allow him to rest one leg and keep the other propped, wrap his arms around viktor's thighs and across his bottom, pressing the side of his face against his knees. jayce is a tremor, a leaf holding a branch for dear life in the wind— and it was about to get worse, wasn't it? so much worse (or better).
steadying his breathing, jayce is grateful for the momentary respite (not that his cock stops throbbing any less). he breathes into viktor's clothes, touches his temple to his braced knee as he cradles his love's calf and brings his creation into sight. ]
Please, [ he is asking, needing to ask— ] now let me.
[ jayce would do things differently to keep viktor on his toes and himself in line, starting with the softest intermission— sitting now with both knees to the ground, politely, and resting viktor's heel in his lap.
it's— dangerously close. jayce gives a small, knowing smirk, some coy foresight if viktor got any ideas, which he's certain he would. the first strap is taken to, marked by jayce's initials in a signature groove, π. a bold move, to mark him. there is still plenty grey having yet to show themselves in color, but jayce doesn't need it today when he has every color that matters to him. ]
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jayce takes everything in first, standing in front of viktor with his weight pressed to his right side. his beautiful imperfections. his uneven top lip. the slight crook at the bridge of his nose. his lethal eyes and curved brows. the moles like stars on his face. jayce sighs and flutters his eyes at the marveling sight, his thumbs connecting as his grip around his waist narrows to the band of his riding slacks— his lover's groin creates a flourishing tent for him.
oh, jayce is done for.
it's easier on him, being on his knees. the pillow left behind is used to cushion the shin that needed the most support. jayce's height and the height of the bed were in his favor to allow him to rest one leg and keep the other propped, wrap his arms around viktor's thighs and across his bottom, pressing the side of his face against his knees. jayce is a tremor, a leaf holding a branch for dear life in the wind— and it was about to get worse, wasn't it? so much worse (or better).
steadying his breathing, jayce is grateful for the momentary respite (not that his cock stops throbbing any less). he breathes into viktor's clothes, touches his temple to his braced knee as he cradles his love's calf and brings his creation into sight. ]
Please, [ he is asking, needing to ask— ] now let me.
[ jayce would do things differently to keep viktor on his toes and himself in line, starting with the softest intermission— sitting now with both knees to the ground, politely, and resting viktor's heel in his lap.
it's— dangerously close. jayce gives a small, knowing smirk, some coy foresight if viktor got any ideas, which he's certain he would. the first strap is taken to, marked by jayce's initials in a signature groove, π. a bold move, to mark him. there is still plenty grey having yet to show themselves in color, but jayce doesn't need it today when he has every color that matters to him. ]