[ Viktor all but rips Jayce's shirt apart once the suspenders are gone, fingers barely pausing to undo each button out of pure necessity since he hasn't the strength to pop them. The chest he's met with is far from unfamiliar, but unlike those times before when he's seen it in the forge, he's allowed to touch it now. And touch it he does, smoothing his palms up from Jayce's ribs and over both perfect mounds of his pecs and then dragging his nails through the hair of his chest. He's so surprisingly soft when he's not hard at work or flexing to show off—Viktor caught on early, but kept Jayce's secret—and Viktor desperately wants to get the right angle to take a bite. Later, he has to remind himself; they have all the time in the world.
The stimulation to his nipples makes him twitch, breath hitching as Jayce maneuvers them to be closer. He can feel the heat between their dicks as if there's no clothes left between them at all and moans at the pressure, the barest of friction. Gritting his teeth against all of the pleasures vying for his attention, he focuses on kicking off Jayce's trousers so he can hook his left leg over a hip to keep his lover close. ]
Fuck. [ Panting into the charged air between them, he leans in to suck Jayce's bottom lip between his teeth to nibble before pulling away with a tug. ] Come on, Jayce, touch me.
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The stimulation to his nipples makes him twitch, breath hitching as Jayce maneuvers them to be closer. He can feel the heat between their dicks as if there's no clothes left between them at all and moans at the pressure, the barest of friction. Gritting his teeth against all of the pleasures vying for his attention, he focuses on kicking off Jayce's trousers so he can hook his left leg over a hip to keep his lover close. ]
Fuck. [ Panting into the charged air between them, he leans in to suck Jayce's bottom lip between his teeth to nibble before pulling away with a tug. ] Come on, Jayce, touch me.