[ that much was true; and they didn't have to do everything in one sitting— to be honest they were both needing, wanting and greedy for the pinnacle of their intimacy, after such a long wait. jayce nods promptly when viktor's consent is given under very, very specific and understandable circumstances, and he's more than happy to oblige leaving his post now rather than later. he has a small glass bottle in the drawer of his nightstand for well, himself— it extends to using it with viktor whenever it would be possible, and tonight was that night. jayce scrambles with an uncontrollable giddiness back to viktor's snug side, legs tangled and the pop of the bottle's cork left to the night stand's surface. his hands are shaking— but his smile is youthful and fervent. the oil brings a pleasant, grassy aroma between them, dribbling enough to spread in his hands, fingers, and take his position for good.
he won't be leaving viktor from here going forward, for not even an instant. one arm encircles him, the other touches a slippery finger to entry, the rest of his fingers curled beneath the weight of viktor's balls fall upon them. he could feel a chill stirring in his core, stark and roused with foreboding premonition of what would come from here.
jayce looks straight into viktor's eyes, searching for approval, readiness, their chests an synchronized rise and fall about to skim irratic. gently, ever so gently, jayce sinks his ring finger within him, his entire body compressing to the singular feeling of being squeezed with hot, soft walls. jayce breathes out, cradles viktor's head to him, and kisses his foread to soften the invasion. he'd only start moving if viktor was okay with it. ]
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he won't be leaving viktor from here going forward, for not even an instant. one arm encircles him, the other touches a slippery finger to entry, the rest of his fingers curled beneath the weight of viktor's balls fall upon them. he could feel a chill stirring in his core, stark and roused with foreboding premonition of what would come from here.
jayce looks straight into viktor's eyes, searching for approval, readiness, their chests an synchronized rise and fall about to skim irratic. gently, ever so gently, jayce sinks his ring finger within him, his entire body compressing to the singular feeling of being squeezed with hot, soft walls. jayce breathes out, cradles viktor's head to him, and kisses his foread to soften the invasion. he'd only start moving if viktor was okay with it. ]
I'm with you.