[ Jayce is so so smart, so quick to pick up on anything and everything Viktor is telegraphing with his body. They're linked in so many ways, but most importantly, they care about one another—not just lavishing pleasure upon the other, but making a science of it to be studied and perfected. Viktor moans sharply as Jayce's fingers finally find that bundle of nerves inside of him, shivers sparking pleasure in every nerve ending as his body tenses and then melts. He's already so close, feels like he's been raveled up tight and waiting for release for months. Ready to tell Jayce he needs to back off some, his lover seems to come to the same conclusion for different reasons. As much as Viktor misses the fullness of his lover's fingers inside of him, he takes the moment to breath deeply and prepare for what was coming next. ]
Jayce. [ Viktor never wants to stop saying his name, fingers petting through his hair and pushing it back from where the dark locks stick to the sweat on his brow. He can't help smiling at the rush for more lube, to get on with it, to connect. ] My gorgeous Jayce.
[ Making his body pliant for the repositioning, Viktor finds that he quite enjoys the show of strength from Jayce. Where he'd expect to feel weak because of it, the manhandling instead empowers him with the knowledge that he's doing this to Jayce, he's inspiring such rough and needy treatment. All the while, his partner is still so gentle, pausing with his cock pressed against Viktor's hole even as they both shake with need. Viktor whines, biting his bottom lip with embarrassment at the noise because they're so close, yet Jayce is taking the time to care for him all the same. Another night, Viktor will reassure him that the pain is part of the pleasure sometimes—tonight, however, it's all about the connection, becoming one together, making love. ]
Don't worry, my heart. [ He leans up to kiss the corner of Jayce's lips, his cheek, the bridge of his nose. ] I want to feel all of you, so don't hold back.
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Jayce. [ Viktor never wants to stop saying his name, fingers petting through his hair and pushing it back from where the dark locks stick to the sweat on his brow. He can't help smiling at the rush for more lube, to get on with it, to connect. ] My gorgeous Jayce.
[ Making his body pliant for the repositioning, Viktor finds that he quite enjoys the show of strength from Jayce. Where he'd expect to feel weak because of it, the manhandling instead empowers him with the knowledge that he's doing this to Jayce, he's inspiring such rough and needy treatment. All the while, his partner is still so gentle, pausing with his cock pressed against Viktor's hole even as they both shake with need. Viktor whines, biting his bottom lip with embarrassment at the noise because they're so close, yet Jayce is taking the time to care for him all the same. Another night, Viktor will reassure him that the pain is part of the pleasure sometimes—tonight, however, it's all about the connection, becoming one together, making love. ]
Don't worry, my heart. [ He leans up to kiss the corner of Jayce's lips, his cheek, the bridge of his nose. ] I want to feel all of you, so don't hold back.