[ Viktor hums as Jayce's hand slides over his leg and repositions, coaxing his legs to spread a little farther apart. This hadn't been something he expected tonight, assuming that they were both wound so tightly that it was better not to take side paths that would make it harder for them to hold out for the main event, so to speak. Viktor is far from a position to complain, however, because Jayce looks so good between his legs, eyelashes fanning his red cheeks as he contemplates what to do.
Lips parting to answer that nod, a hiss escapes instead as Jayce returns to exploring Viktor's cock. The thumb against the sensitive spot just beneath the head makes Viktor squirm, hips eager to buck up for more so he holds them back so he won't rush Jayce. He wants this to be like any other experiment, driven by Jayce and his curiosity as well as his intuition—if Viktor takes over, it'll be out of impatience before it's due to any shortcoming of Jayce.
The first touch of tongue is electrifying, hot and wet and perfect because Viktor knows that it's Jayce. He watches him move higher with slow determination, fingers holding his hair back from his face so they can keep eye contact despite the angle and despite Viktor's eyes threatening to roll back in his head. Eyelids fluttering, he focuses on the dig of Jayce's blunt fingernails in his thigh so he doesn't float away. ]
Don't forget to use those pretty lips of yours. [ With the hand still on top of Jayce's head, Viktor gently guides him to tilt to the opposite side of his hand, wordless encouragement to kiss along the side. ]
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Lips parting to answer that nod, a hiss escapes instead as Jayce returns to exploring Viktor's cock. The thumb against the sensitive spot just beneath the head makes Viktor squirm, hips eager to buck up for more so he holds them back so he won't rush Jayce. He wants this to be like any other experiment, driven by Jayce and his curiosity as well as his intuition—if Viktor takes over, it'll be out of impatience before it's due to any shortcoming of Jayce.
The first touch of tongue is electrifying, hot and wet and perfect because Viktor knows that it's Jayce. He watches him move higher with slow determination, fingers holding his hair back from his face so they can keep eye contact despite the angle and despite Viktor's eyes threatening to roll back in his head. Eyelids fluttering, he focuses on the dig of Jayce's blunt fingernails in his thigh so he doesn't float away. ]
Don't forget to use those pretty lips of yours. [ With the hand still on top of Jayce's head, Viktor gently guides him to tilt to the opposite side of his hand, wordless encouragement to kiss along the side. ]