[ jayce's heart flutters like their sputtering candle flame at every appeal of his name— like a featherlight song carressing his ears into overwhelming submission— he's never felt more adored. more wanted, in not just one aspect— all of them. they're complete. ]
I won't.
[ his lips purse once more to form contact, to leave phantom kisses just underneath viktor's eye before he must pull back to see him. he wants to see him, when he's inside him for the very first time. jayce's breathing is bated, held, the rest of him strung and bound tight as he nods for his partner, swallows tight, and applies enough slow, easy pressure with his pitched hips, one hand pulling viktor's pelvis to him as the one on his cock relents to hold viktor's leg.
steady, jayce sinks into his love's sheathing sultriness, hot and tight and terribly dizzying. even with his eyes open, he swears he sees stars as the pleasure from within him pops like fireworks and collides with every sense he had. his mouth hangs apart, his brows pinch up— and jayce whines loudly, for what could have been the first time, too. it was everything. viktor was everything. jayce felt like he was going to burst at his seams, every ragged rasp for air a sound, or words— ]
My God— Viktor—
[ jayce tremors like an earthquake to pace his breach until he fills viktor, until he's sunken at the very hilt of his length, and until he is sure that he was okay to take his entirety. a moment to feel him, to grow accustomed to his size, and shape, and the damn ecstacy that plows up his limbs and makes him see white— through jayce's fluttering lashes and quick blinking, all he makes out is an unbelievable beauty. he's so imperfect. he's everything. jayce tries to breathe his best, his gasps either an oh or viktor, muttering and moaning and pressing crazed lips wherever he could. ]
Please, p-please—
[ jayce asks for permission, one more time. because he knows that once he starts, he won't stop as easily. he promised he would, and he would— it was best to turn back before he couldn't anymore. ]
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I won't.
[ his lips purse once more to form contact, to leave phantom kisses just underneath viktor's eye before he must pull back to see him. he wants to see him, when he's inside him for the very first time. jayce's breathing is bated, held, the rest of him strung and bound tight as he nods for his partner, swallows tight, and applies enough slow, easy pressure with his pitched hips, one hand pulling viktor's pelvis to him as the one on his cock relents to hold viktor's leg.
steady, jayce sinks into his love's sheathing sultriness, hot and tight and terribly dizzying. even with his eyes open, he swears he sees stars as the pleasure from within him pops like fireworks and collides with every sense he had. his mouth hangs apart, his brows pinch up— and jayce whines loudly, for what could have been the first time, too. it was everything. viktor was everything. jayce felt like he was going to burst at his seams, every ragged rasp for air a sound, or words— ]
My God— Viktor—
[ jayce tremors like an earthquake to pace his breach until he fills viktor, until he's sunken at the very hilt of his length, and until he is sure that he was okay to take his entirety. a moment to feel him, to grow accustomed to his size, and shape, and the damn ecstacy that plows up his limbs and makes him see white— through jayce's fluttering lashes and quick blinking, all he makes out is an unbelievable beauty. he's so imperfect. he's everything. jayce tries to breathe his best, his gasps either an oh or viktor, muttering and moaning and pressing crazed lips wherever he could. ]
Please, p-please—
[ jayce asks for permission, one more time. because he knows that once he starts, he won't stop as easily. he promised he would, and he would— it was best to turn back before he couldn't anymore. ]