Jayce. [ He hisses it between clenched teeth, grinding his hips down against the bed to fight the urge to buck up into the heat of his partner's mouth. The renewed vigor isn't what he'd been expecting, and it's equally tempting to push Jayce's head down as it is to drag it away. There's no way he'd be able to take all of Viktor his first time sucking dick, but it's so, so appealing to make him try it. Another time, another night, when he's not reaching down to grip the base of his own cock between the cruel vice of his fingers just to stave off an orgasm. ] S-stop, you'll make me come.
[ It's a blessing and a curse when Jayce moves away from between his legs and presses a kiss to Viktor's lips. He can taste himself on Jayce's tongue, his own musk and precome, and it brings a debauched and proud blush to the tips of his ears. He was a first for Jayce, and by god, he was going to be the last if it killed him.
Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jayce's jaw, Viktor groans at the first press of fingers to his entrance, the sound turning into a higher-pitched keen of need. He's fantasized about Jayce's long, thick fingers inside of him so many times that the thought of it finally happening now makes his cock twitch with anticipation. It would be nothing like touching himself, a bliss that only Jayce could give him now.
Viktor kisses along the line of Jayce's neck, nuzzling against the scratch of his beard. It helps him find a momentary anchor to ground himself, because there's one more thing to prepare before they get any farther. ]
Lubricant. [ He's still panting for air, his chest heaving beneath Jayce's. ] We'll need it soon, and I don't think either of us want you leaving this bed once we start.
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[ It's a blessing and a curse when Jayce moves away from between his legs and presses a kiss to Viktor's lips. He can taste himself on Jayce's tongue, his own musk and precome, and it brings a debauched and proud blush to the tips of his ears. He was a first for Jayce, and by god, he was going to be the last if it killed him.
Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jayce's jaw, Viktor groans at the first press of fingers to his entrance, the sound turning into a higher-pitched keen of need. He's fantasized about Jayce's long, thick fingers inside of him so many times that the thought of it finally happening now makes his cock twitch with anticipation. It would be nothing like touching himself, a bliss that only Jayce could give him now.
Viktor kisses along the line of Jayce's neck, nuzzling against the scratch of his beard. It helps him find a momentary anchor to ground himself, because there's one more thing to prepare before they get any farther. ]
Lubricant. [ He's still panting for air, his chest heaving beneath Jayce's. ] We'll need it soon, and I don't think either of us want you leaving this bed once we start.