[ jayce. he's never wanted to hear his name so much on someone else's tongue. it made him feel dizzy, love drunk and starstruck. each hush of their handles felt like a divine call back, a summoning of each other's age old amour and charging it with an unbeatable, untamable thirst. jayce refuses to separate from the kiss' influx, as he rolls his shoulders back to help glide the straps of his suspenders off, hanging in loose loops against the sides of his legs. viktor's lovebites burn his lips, and he cannot help but to suckle back on the lower rim to persuade him for more. one more.
viktor shivers beneath him and jayce feels like a starving animal with his hands under his shirt, prying the last few buttons to sweep them apart and leave his partner's chest bare for him. bare to look upon, bare to glorify— jayce's entire hand nearly covers viktor's bust, intensity escalating as he happily gives him what he asks for: touch. a squeeze of each nipple, friction under his thumb and gasping when viktor vaults into his studies. his sighs have gotten so much deeper now, dropping to his forearms and applying the weight of his pelvis against viktor's. bare cock to clothed, his slacks halfway down his thighs . jayce was so vocal when he wasn't speaking. a soft language of grunts and short moans. viktor, oh, viktor hushed and babbled.
persuation becomes encouragement, quiet provocation as a deep plunge into viktor's mouth becomes a dragging nibble to swollen entry, as the hand that cups the back of his head contracts into his curls and angles his face. bite harder. he wants to feel it. he wants to feel it all as he gently veers his knee between viktor's crotch, careful about harming his stones, but purposeful in edging him with all the more contact. pressure.
they weren't going to leave this room the same way. jayce was certain he'd come out of this absolutely crazed even when the lust would come to a momentary end. he wants him, he wants him he wants him so much and no amount of time spent together would be able to diminish that, he fucking knows it.
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viktor shivers beneath him and jayce feels like a starving animal with his hands under his shirt, prying the last few buttons to sweep them apart and leave his partner's chest bare for him. bare to look upon, bare to glorify— jayce's entire hand nearly covers viktor's bust, intensity escalating as he happily gives him what he asks for: touch. a squeeze of each nipple, friction under his thumb and gasping when viktor vaults into his studies. his sighs have gotten so much deeper now, dropping to his forearms and applying the weight of his pelvis against viktor's. bare cock to clothed, his slacks halfway down his thighs . jayce was so vocal when he wasn't speaking. a soft language of grunts and short moans. viktor, oh, viktor hushed and babbled.
persuation becomes encouragement, quiet provocation as a deep plunge into viktor's mouth becomes a dragging nibble to swollen entry, as the hand that cups the back of his head contracts into his curls and angles his face. bite harder. he wants to feel it. he wants to feel it all as he gently veers his knee between viktor's crotch, careful about harming his stones, but purposeful in edging him with all the more contact. pressure.
they weren't going to leave this room the same way. jayce was certain he'd come out of this absolutely crazed even when the lust would come to a momentary end. he wants him, he wants him he wants him so much and no amount of time spent together would be able to diminish that, he fucking knows it.
thank god they'd marry. ]