[ at least he's earnest about it, but that divulged reveal took its toll on jayce and made him realize his smile may be more abashed than he'd wanted to look. on his knees and seated in between viktor's spread legs, jayce tentatively shifts one palm to the side of his partner's hip, and the other to his cock, index finger propping it up by the top of its base, and his thumb snug around the tight foundation of his balls. a very delicate grasp, for hands so strident. the only thing he's going off of here is previous knowledge on how to please himself. ]
And you're . . . Bigger, than I expected. [ now that brings a hue so deep to his face that it spreads violently down to his neck, a red so intense it might as well be purple. at least he grins through it, able to take his own huff of a laugh in stride if viktor would. ] How'd you walk around with this?
[ some humor, to break his own first time nervousness and creeping performance anxiety. he wants to please him. he wants to please him so badly, the thought of viktor's hands scraping in his hair and sweet moans in his ears tempts shivers up his spine. he wants it all again, beginning to lower himself onto his belly, sliding the hand on viktor's hip under his thigh and hooking around it. part of him wonders what it'd be like to fuck and be fucked, thoughts he'd only entertain when he was in solitude.
it makes his swallow tight with anticipation, lick his lips as his face comes closer, but not yet touching. the thought goes silent for now, more keen on calming mild nerves and learning, easing— having intimate fun, with viktor. ]
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[ at least he's earnest about it, but that divulged reveal took its toll on jayce and made him realize his smile may be more abashed than he'd wanted to look. on his knees and seated in between viktor's spread legs, jayce tentatively shifts one palm to the side of his partner's hip, and the other to his cock, index finger propping it up by the top of its base, and his thumb snug around the tight foundation of his balls. a very delicate grasp, for hands so strident. the only thing he's going off of here is previous knowledge on how to please himself. ]
And you're . . . Bigger, than I expected. [ now that brings a hue so deep to his face that it spreads violently down to his neck, a red so intense it might as well be purple. at least he grins through it, able to take his own huff of a laugh in stride if viktor would. ] How'd you walk around with this?
[ some humor, to break his own first time nervousness and creeping performance anxiety. he wants to please him. he wants to please him so badly, the thought of viktor's hands scraping in his hair and sweet moans in his ears tempts shivers up his spine. he wants it all again, beginning to lower himself onto his belly, sliding the hand on viktor's hip under his thigh and hooking around it. part of him wonders what it'd be like to fuck and be fucked, thoughts he'd only entertain when he was in solitude.
it makes his swallow tight with anticipation, lick his lips as his face comes closer, but not yet touching. the thought goes silent for now, more keen on calming mild nerves and learning, easing— having intimate fun, with viktor. ]