[ he laughs, a breathy huff and a smile spreading to flash his teeth against his cheek— romantic, yes. he's always had an idealism in him that needed to be conveyed, whether in inventions or his day to day. his romance was the most special of them all. a gluttonous growl drives into viktor's ear that pursues their divine pleasure, bites at the lobe and plays with the flesh— he doesn't need to wait too long in simmering moderation as viktor takes him, chases after something, he could tell, and with a determined widen of his eyes and slant of his brows, jayce provides. he provides and then more some.
he matches his beloved's urgent tempo swiftly, both with his fingers and with his hips. his drive quickens, and with every plung inward, jayce tests the boundaries and what would make viktor react the most with wild endorsement. was it the curl of his fingers dorsally, or a twist in the opposite direction? sideways? deeper, perhaps, deeper and curling, rubbing at spots that amassed to full-body shivers—
it made jayce wild, rocking into the provided friction with all the more desperation— he couldn't handle it anymore. please, viktor demands, and his abdomen clenches with a crazy twinge from deep within him. jayce retreats slick fingers, fumbles in a reach so quick for the vial at the nightstand to coat his hand, then his cock, then lathering his partner for good measure. he had to. he had to, he had to—
this small moment of rushed remission is the only recovery period viktor will have to barely collect, as drunk on love and lust as jayce was as he adjusted viktor's height in relation to his own, lowering him as he pulled up, held his partner's leg at a slight angle to help with entry.
his cock's head touches the winking access, only held there for a torturous minute and, god— jayce forces himself to pause, to cherish this moment, to watch viktor's gaze from this perspective, the color on him, the movement of every face muscle and truly, wholeheartedly connect with him. this was not a quick fuck no matter how desperate he felt to finally have him. this would alter them and bind them unfathomably, more than they already were in the lace of time and space beyond their understanding.
he's not going to just, fuck him raw, until their legs ached and pooled into useless piles. jayce was going to make love to him, and he would make sure viktor felt it with such intensity, the soreness would follow him with blissful fondness endlessly. ]
—You'll tell me, if I'm hurting you.
[ he's never seen his own cock so swollen. the last thing he wants to do is harm him. the messy grip he has on viktor, leaving behind greasy fingerprints of earthy olive oil tightens, but it is a kneading squeeze of care, knocking his forehead into him. ]
I'll listen.
[ and so many other things, because he is safe, he's at home, and jayce would do and say anything and everything to uphold that. i promise. ]
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he matches his beloved's urgent tempo swiftly, both with his fingers and with his hips. his drive quickens, and with every plung inward, jayce tests the boundaries and what would make viktor react the most with wild endorsement. was it the curl of his fingers dorsally, or a twist in the opposite direction? sideways? deeper, perhaps, deeper and curling, rubbing at spots that amassed to full-body shivers—
it made jayce wild, rocking into the provided friction with all the more desperation— he couldn't handle it anymore. please, viktor demands, and his abdomen clenches with a crazy twinge from deep within him. jayce retreats slick fingers, fumbles in a reach so quick for the vial at the nightstand to coat his hand, then his cock, then lathering his partner for good measure. he had to. he had to, he had to—
this small moment of rushed remission is the only recovery period viktor will have to barely collect, as drunk on love and lust as jayce was as he adjusted viktor's height in relation to his own, lowering him as he pulled up, held his partner's leg at a slight angle to help with entry.
his cock's head touches the winking access, only held there for a torturous minute and, god— jayce forces himself to pause, to cherish this moment, to watch viktor's gaze from this perspective, the color on him, the movement of every face muscle and truly, wholeheartedly connect with him. this was not a quick fuck no matter how desperate he felt to finally have him. this would alter them and bind them unfathomably, more than they already were in the lace of time and space beyond their understanding.
he's not going to just, fuck him raw, until their legs ached and pooled into useless piles. jayce was going to make love to him, and he would make sure viktor felt it with such intensity, the soreness would follow him with blissful fondness endlessly. ]
—You'll tell me, if I'm hurting you.
[ he's never seen his own cock so swollen. the last thing he wants to do is harm him. the messy grip he has on viktor, leaving behind greasy fingerprints of earthy olive oil tightens, but it is a kneading squeeze of care, knocking his forehead into him. ]
I'll listen.
[ and so many other things, because he is safe, he's at home, and jayce would do and say anything and everything to uphold that. i promise. ]