[ jayce is amazed by how something as simple as good boy could make him shiver beneath the blanket of his own skin and his cock twitch in direct response. it takes a moment longer for jayce to make any movement, wanting to be sure, absolutely sure that he could— his mouth is easy for viktor to find, his lips against the man's temple and inclining to revere the kiss that chases him, meeting him with parted folds and tender osculation. viktor has sunken himself down to a knuckle, amd jayce echoes the sweet notes lulled to him like dreamy poetry.
finally, jayce initiates a rhythm that has him bating his inhales, shaking them out with furrowed brows and minced groans at a wonderous sight to behold— the tight fit around his finger, the heat within and how fluidly he'd press, in and out, in and out, seeping deeper and testing a curl to the topside of his walls— fuck, he hushes, rubbing his forehead into viktor's and massaging the back of his neck. ]
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finally, jayce initiates a rhythm that has him bating his inhales, shaking them out with furrowed brows and minced groans at a wonderous sight to behold— the tight fit around his finger, the heat within and how fluidly he'd press, in and out, in and out, seeping deeper and testing a curl to the topside of his walls— fuck, he hushes, rubbing his forehead into viktor's and massaging the back of his neck. ]
Is this alright?