[ reaction ensues reaction, and not long after does jayce's tenacity sprout like spring buds. for every gratified moan, there was a subsequent follow-up of the swirl of his tongue around the shaft, along the minor folds of pressed foreskin. if the way he suckles doesn't get the desired outcome, he's quick to discard the failure and never commit it again. jayce, as viktor has noticed, learns quickly by observation, trials and errors in real time. he applies himself and feels the intense tickle of delight in making viktor, his gorgeous, tempting viktor, distort his body out of bliss.
he's not satiated. he wants more. greedy, greedy man. ]
Let me know when to stop.
[ he murmurs, mellow and sweet, but such was not the next way he took viktor's cock: with a touch more vigor, becoming enamoured and seized with that same lust as before, awakening from self skepticism and attempting rhythm: his hand, wrapping around the shaft and accompanying his sultry purls of white, diffusing thrill. ]
Do you want me to fuck you? Or— [ his pause is made only to keep up, to sigh against his begging, twinging arousal between his lips, touched by the hum of his words as he barely retreats to speak, half lathered between his wet laps and tight pull of fingers against his thighs. jayce continues to stroke only with his hand and the hefty trailing of spit that he'd left behind, giving attention to the spaces between his legs that no one would ever see but himself. ] would you fuck me?
[ jayce gasps at the though, at his own words— and busies his mouth with a sucking love bite hidden at the connection of viktor's leg and pelvis.
honestly, jayce wants both— to the point that he's leaking beads of precum right on his blanket. ]
no subject
he's not satiated. he wants more. greedy, greedy man. ]
Let me know when to stop.
[ he murmurs, mellow and sweet, but such was not the next way he took viktor's cock: with a touch more vigor, becoming enamoured and seized with that same lust as before, awakening from self skepticism and attempting rhythm: his hand, wrapping around the shaft and accompanying his sultry purls of white, diffusing thrill. ]
Do you want me to fuck you? Or— [ his pause is made only to keep up, to sigh against his begging, twinging arousal between his lips, touched by the hum of his words as he barely retreats to speak, half lathered between his wet laps and tight pull of fingers against his thighs. jayce continues to stroke only with his hand and the hefty trailing of spit that he'd left behind, giving attention to the spaces between his legs that no one would ever see but himself. ] would you fuck me?
[ jayce gasps at the though, at his own words— and busies his mouth with a sucking love bite hidden at the connection of viktor's leg and pelvis.
honestly, jayce wants both— to the point that he's leaking beads of precum right on his blanket. ]