[ oh, get these off— off. off, off, off. the last of his shirt: gone. his pants: kicked to his knees and thrusted down his ankles in a swift swoop. he pulls viktor's sleeves away and, god— he's winding him up again, isn't he? he's waiting. it drives jayce insane with want and mild impatience— but, perhaps.
perhaps, he had to be good.
jayce allows the tug to pull his lip back to expose his teeth, dragging his tongue right across the dull aching of viktor's teasing pinches against his, bloated and red with the constant friction of his beard. come on, viktor solicits, jayce's cock throeing into a prodding curve against viktor's imploring erection, stirring to be set free from the rest of its confines. join him. jayce could feel his mind stammer with unabashed delight, sparking into a flash of rapture as viktor finishes: jayce, touch me. ]
Oh, God, please—
[ his mouth scrapes his partner's collarbone with teeth, softens his descent starting at his mole, a kiss there, then continuing his course with a wet roil of his tongue taking its time down his sternum— eyes on viktor's amber swills to give him a look of muddled ecstacy— on being told what to do, to be given the directive to go wild.
jayce tongue drags hard and flat across tinted areolas, his mouth hanging apart, all while his hands work with double the enthusiasm. on his ribs, his beautiful waist in need of a squeeze, and the best for last: his crotch. jayce shakes, his fingers on a high from the rush of touching, actually touching viktor's cock. he goes for it, an insistent grab that has him tipping his head back, but not his gaze. it is— hot and heavy in his grasp, coaxing a knead upward with rippling fingers until they crawl down— and slot into the holes of viktor's undergarments' legs, previewing the first touch of his balls so snug to his body heat with two fingers, then three... the to the tops of his knuckles. jayce's searing desire spreads at the comtact, flooding his pelvis and igniting ouward to every limb. his touch his gentle and at the same time, ardent. if it ends too soon, well, yes.
because jayce clasps the fabric and tugs a good few times down, with both hands, quick and effective in tossing it the rest of the way so that he could freely roam back up and collect his offering: viktor's entire package.
suffice to say, he looks a bit surprised. and breathless. ]
no subject
perhaps, he had to be good.
jayce allows the tug to pull his lip back to expose his teeth, dragging his tongue right across the dull aching of viktor's teasing pinches against his, bloated and red with the constant friction of his beard. come on, viktor solicits, jayce's cock throeing into a prodding curve against viktor's imploring erection, stirring to be set free from the rest of its confines. join him. jayce could feel his mind stammer with unabashed delight, sparking into a flash of rapture as viktor finishes: jayce, touch me. ]
Oh, God, please—
[ his mouth scrapes his partner's collarbone with teeth, softens his descent starting at his mole, a kiss there, then continuing his course with a wet roil of his tongue taking its time down his sternum— eyes on viktor's amber swills to give him a look of muddled ecstacy— on being told what to do, to be given the directive to go wild.
jayce tongue drags hard and flat across tinted areolas, his mouth hanging apart, all while his hands work with double the enthusiasm. on his ribs, his beautiful waist in need of a squeeze, and the best for last: his crotch. jayce shakes, his fingers on a high from the rush of touching, actually touching viktor's cock. he goes for it, an insistent grab that has him tipping his head back, but not his gaze. it is— hot and heavy in his grasp, coaxing a knead upward with rippling fingers until they crawl down— and slot into the holes of viktor's undergarments' legs, previewing the first touch of his balls so snug to his body heat with two fingers, then three... the to the tops of his knuckles. jayce's searing desire spreads at the comtact, flooding his pelvis and igniting ouward to every limb. his touch his gentle and at the same time, ardent. if it ends too soon, well, yes.
because jayce clasps the fabric and tugs a good few times down, with both hands, quick and effective in tossing it the rest of the way so that he could freely roam back up and collect his offering: viktor's entire package.
suffice to say, he looks a bit surprised. and breathless. ]