[ jayce's lips are lax, plump to the brush, and once viktor's inner palm conforms to the square angles of his face, jayce presses a lingering kiss to the inside, his head tilting into the hold viktor has on him beyond physical. he can feel it underneath his massaging hands, the tremble of viktor's muscle starved for attention and he wants to give more, so much more. his hands retreat from their deliberate study to pry the last confines surrounding viktor's ankle and foot away, and at last, the brace is off. set carefully next to his own, jayce stays where he is, allowing viktor the view of him on his ankles as his hands returned to their studies.
jayce would set the world aflame for viktor. he'd do unthinkable things for viktor, that not even he was aware of. ]
And I, you, [ he adds, with tenderness: ] my love.
[ there is more freedom, now. jayce's fingers hook into the waist of viktor's trousers, his thumbs working the button undone, and then, the zipper. he is not quick to do this, intentionally so. as he strips the fabric down to his knees, only leaving his undergarments, jayce lowers his face to the soft, inner cushioning of viktor's exposed thighs, his beard a gentle tickle— and his kiss, wet with slow, delving passion. the pants pull lower, and while jayce's hands start carressing viktor from the ankle up, his face rises inches and inches higher with time, sucking at pinches of flesh to leave marks of his devotion. ]
I want to see all of you tonight. You, [ he maintains eye contact, uses his teeth in a gentle gnaw of ripe red splotches left by his tongue, and finds the sides of his hips to grip onto, full palms] and every perfect imperfection that makes you, Viktor.
[ jayce knows what viktor thinks of himself.
he wished he could bat his insecurities away, and replace them all with what he saw. all of what he felt. if only viktor knew what he was. ]
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jayce would set the world aflame for viktor. he'd do unthinkable things for viktor, that not even he was aware of. ]
And I, you, [ he adds, with tenderness: ] my love.
[ there is more freedom, now. jayce's fingers hook into the waist of viktor's trousers, his thumbs working the button undone, and then, the zipper. he is not quick to do this, intentionally so. as he strips the fabric down to his knees, only leaving his undergarments, jayce lowers his face to the soft, inner cushioning of viktor's exposed thighs, his beard a gentle tickle— and his kiss, wet with slow, delving passion. the pants pull lower, and while jayce's hands start carressing viktor from the ankle up, his face rises inches and inches higher with time, sucking at pinches of flesh to leave marks of his devotion. ]
I want to see all of you tonight. You, [ he maintains eye contact, uses his teeth in a gentle gnaw of ripe red splotches left by his tongue, and finds the sides of his hips to grip onto, full palms] and every perfect imperfection that makes you, Viktor.
[ jayce knows what viktor thinks of himself.
he wished he could bat his insecurities away, and replace them all with what he saw. all of what he felt. if only viktor knew what he was. ]