[ viktor takes priority over jayce's hungry greed by a landslide. he could spare these moments to solidify their comfort, viktor's comfort, and in return they could have a memory that is magical for the rest of their days together. jayce is glad he's found viktor at the age he was rather than any younger— he would've been too impulsive, impatient, a perfect recipe for disaster. the both of them were considered too old to wed when put on the forefront for potential suitors these days . . . all of which they didn't have interest in. jayce has declined plenty of bachelorettes. for the financial gain, he wouldn't be surprised if viktor had rejected any of his parents' own attempts at matchmaking. he's so glad.
he's so glad he was the one to break through, to get that yes. to spend his life with him, perhaps get their own property, breed their own horses, adopt a child, get to see beautiful chestnut locks weave with grey. is he getting too romantic? too ahead of himself? the amount of adoration within him boiled to what felt like a breaking point, fueling his lust not for sex, but for viktor in particular. he wants more of his scent in his nostrils, he wants more of his sweat rubbed against his face, on his tongue, savory and quivering his spine from top to bottom. he wants his heat tight around him, his fluids interlaced with his. ]
Viktor . . .
[ such sweetly hushed words to the man's temple, his neck, against his lips when they kiss and in his hair. the throbbing, molten heat between his legs felt unbearable, pleading for him by circling his hips against viktor's leg. his erection was dribbling wet and rigid with want, rutting against him for something to keep restlessness at a controllable plane.
jayce signals his thoughts of a second finger, teasing the edges around the first for a few more tides before pulling out, completely, then sinking in with both, his ring and middle finger. jayce shudders as viktor does, his cock stirring with inflated delight and anticipation, all while his belly tenses and his frame constricts into a dry roll of his hips against viktor. his sigh is on the verge of caving, deep and gritty. he repeats much of what he's done with the first entry; he waits for viktor's approval to begin a rythmic insertion, supplementing with the harmless (but increasingly passionate) grinds against his side, eventually keep one of viktor's legs straddled between his own. ]
I lived without you all this time— I had to find you.
[ had to, like a deep, thrumming call in his vitae, in his very being, yearning for the other half of his wings and driving him forward. it is a subtly melancholy truth enveloped in beautiful awareness. his breaths are quick, tepid— and when he sweeps his gaze over spread legs and delicate features, rippled with pleasure, ]
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he's so glad he was the one to break through, to get that yes. to spend his life with him, perhaps get their own property, breed their own horses, adopt a child, get to see beautiful chestnut locks weave with grey. is he getting too romantic? too ahead of himself? the amount of adoration within him boiled to what felt like a breaking point, fueling his lust not for sex, but for viktor in particular. he wants more of his scent in his nostrils, he wants more of his sweat rubbed against his face, on his tongue, savory and quivering his spine from top to bottom. he wants his heat tight around him, his fluids interlaced with his. ]
Viktor . . .
[ such sweetly hushed words to the man's temple, his neck, against his lips when they kiss and in his hair. the throbbing, molten heat between his legs felt unbearable, pleading for him by circling his hips against viktor's leg. his erection was dribbling wet and rigid with want, rutting against him for something to keep restlessness at a controllable plane.
jayce signals his thoughts of a second finger, teasing the edges around the first for a few more tides before pulling out, completely, then sinking in with both, his ring and middle finger. jayce shudders as viktor does, his cock stirring with inflated delight and anticipation, all while his belly tenses and his frame constricts into a dry roll of his hips against viktor. his sigh is on the verge of caving, deep and gritty. he repeats much of what he's done with the first entry; he waits for viktor's approval to begin a rythmic insertion, supplementing with the harmless (but increasingly passionate) grinds against his side, eventually keep one of viktor's legs straddled between his own. ]
I lived without you all this time— I had to find you.
[ had to, like a deep, thrumming call in his vitae, in his very being, yearning for the other half of his wings and driving him forward. it is a subtly melancholy truth enveloped in beautiful awareness. his breaths are quick, tepid— and when he sweeps his gaze over spread legs and delicate features, rippled with pleasure, ]
You're so stunning like this—