[ jayce's brows pull together, his smile a harpoon in effectiveness that was meant to delve into viktor's heart and make his pit within it. with only his underwear remaining, jayce slinks off the floor, a gradual ascension through a harder grip against the bed's edge for him to rise between viktor's legs. he takes him in, touches his forehead and brushes his nose to his, pays little heed to the tremor under his injury when he could so easily place his knees on cushions— on either side of viktor, to be precise. he crawls on top of his partner, to ease the strain on their backs and to fire a much needed kiss between them, one where viktor could comfortably lay himself back or prop himself up. ]
Viktor,
[ he coos his name before jayce's mouth reveres him in full, tongue feasting on the lines of his mouth and bumps of his gums, swirling and lapping with gradual fervor cooking them to an inescapable heat. his hands worship him, gently surrounding his face before his seeking strokes down viktor's chest become harsher, splayed, hating the shirt still on him and fumbling with the first few buttons lining the front, in between the rocking of their mouths, jayce's impatient hands hike underneath the fabric, bunch them up to feel thin pecs and hard nips— he moans onto viktor's tongue when his heated palms are full, reacting to the nobs of each rib and outlining every crimp he could find— until his curiosity settles on nipples, and slotting one of them between his index and middle finger to brush and pinch it to test its sensitivity. ]
no subject
Viktor,
[ he coos his name before jayce's mouth reveres him in full, tongue feasting on the lines of his mouth and bumps of his gums, swirling and lapping with gradual fervor cooking them to an inescapable heat. his hands worship him, gently surrounding his face before his seeking strokes down viktor's chest become harsher, splayed, hating the shirt still on him and fumbling with the first few buttons lining the front, in between the rocking of their mouths, jayce's impatient hands hike underneath the fabric, bunch them up to feel thin pecs and hard nips— he moans onto viktor's tongue when his heated palms are full, reacting to the nobs of each rib and outlining every crimp he could find— until his curiosity settles on nipples, and slotting one of them between his index and middle finger to brush and pinch it to test its sensitivity. ]