[ For a long time, Viktor had been prepared to die alone. He knew that his parents would prefer him to marry at least to continue the family legacy, to have children to pass everything onto, but the thought of taking a wife for convenience had always seemed cruel to him. There had never been a future where he could simply learn to love someone due to proximity and obligation—now he understands why. His life had been about biding his time, waiting for Jayce. No other options existed in his mind because somewhere, deep in his soul, he knew that he was searching for his perfect match. He wonders what it would have been like to meet when they were younger and more volatile—would they have clashed, or would the spark just make their love catch fire even faster?
Fate had the best intentions for them this time, it seems. They were two men with their own talents and interests, fully-fledge individuals who found each other when they were ready to embark on something more. Maybe it's fate, too, that never drove Jayce to bed another man, that kept Viktor from finding anyone that would last more than a night. They get to be each other's first in some ways, even if the romanticism of the concept could be up for debate. It's precious to Viktor, though, to know that he owns this side of Jayce, that he'll be the only one to ever see and taste and touch and feel him so deeply—mind, body, and soul.
Only Jayce will say his name so sweetly and hear Viktor echo his name like a prayer. ]
Jayce. [ He laughs, breathless from the way air keeps being stolen from him by lips and fingers. ] Such a romantic.
[ It's impossible not to feel Jayce's want that presses into his thigh, and Viktor shifts beneath him to help. Digging his heel into the bed, he bends his knee and presses up against the throbbing heat of Jayce's cock, trapping it between their bodies. The position changes the angle of Jayce's finger inside of him, making his breathing hitch when he feels the second finger against his rim. He tries to stay patient with the same slow, careful pace as before, but soon he's rolling his hips in a harsher rhythm, fucking himself on Jayce's fingers. ]
I'm here. [ He's repeating himself, but Jayce's fingertips are so close to that spot deep inside that Viktor tries to guide him towards. ] I'm yours. I'm not going to break now. Please, Jayce.
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Fate had the best intentions for them this time, it seems. They were two men with their own talents and interests, fully-fledge individuals who found each other when they were ready to embark on something more. Maybe it's fate, too, that never drove Jayce to bed another man, that kept Viktor from finding anyone that would last more than a night. They get to be each other's first in some ways, even if the romanticism of the concept could be up for debate. It's precious to Viktor, though, to know that he owns this side of Jayce, that he'll be the only one to ever see and taste and touch and feel him so deeply—mind, body, and soul.
Only Jayce will say his name so sweetly and hear Viktor echo his name like a prayer. ]
Jayce. [ He laughs, breathless from the way air keeps being stolen from him by lips and fingers. ] Such a romantic.
[ It's impossible not to feel Jayce's want that presses into his thigh, and Viktor shifts beneath him to help. Digging his heel into the bed, he bends his knee and presses up against the throbbing heat of Jayce's cock, trapping it between their bodies. The position changes the angle of Jayce's finger inside of him, making his breathing hitch when he feels the second finger against his rim. He tries to stay patient with the same slow, careful pace as before, but soon he's rolling his hips in a harsher rhythm, fucking himself on Jayce's fingers. ]
I'm here. [ He's repeating himself, but Jayce's fingertips are so close to that spot deep inside that Viktor tries to guide him towards. ] I'm yours. I'm not going to break now. Please, Jayce.