[ nails burn so finely down the rippling muscles of his back, jayce knows he'll enjoy looking at it in the mirror— aching, lovely reminders. he shivers the most when viktor's teeth give him attention, or when his ass clenches in the delectation of nimble fingers taking what they wanted and digging into the flex of his thrusts, like praise for his efforts and fuel for his vigor.
and what a fan to his flame, like spewing oil at a pyre. harder, viktor demands, beckons, and not a second sooner does jayce serve him. planting his weight to his knees and his hands at viktor's hips, he lifts his torso to straighten his arms and clinch fingertips into the flesh of his partner's belly and allows viktor the flexibility to rotate freely and find his mark. he'll hold the angle when they find it. for now— the bedframe rattles with jayce's pounds at his previous pace, delving deeper into viktor with gravelly groans and resisting the temptation to move any faster. he wanted this to last for as long as he could, and oh, how he was already missing the excess proximity, chest to chest, heart to heart, he wished to dive right back in for him in hopes that their fronts may melt into one single being—
but viktor looks gorgeous from this angle, and he did need this disposition as a pillar to send his love to cloud nine as many times as he wished for it. what face would he make? would his eyes roll, flutter, would he tighten and convulse on his cock?
perhaps proximity could wait. it is a pretty picture jayce is dying to see. ]
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and what a fan to his flame, like spewing oil at a pyre. harder, viktor demands, beckons, and not a second sooner does jayce serve him. planting his weight to his knees and his hands at viktor's hips, he lifts his torso to straighten his arms and clinch fingertips into the flesh of his partner's belly and allows viktor the flexibility to rotate freely and find his mark. he'll hold the angle when they find it. for now— the bedframe rattles with jayce's pounds at his previous pace, delving deeper into viktor with gravelly groans and resisting the temptation to move any faster. he wanted this to last for as long as he could, and oh, how he was already missing the excess proximity, chest to chest, heart to heart, he wished to dive right back in for him in hopes that their fronts may melt into one single being—
but viktor looks gorgeous from this angle, and he did need this disposition as a pillar to send his love to cloud nine as many times as he wished for it. what face would he make? would his eyes roll, flutter, would he tighten and convulse on his cock?
perhaps proximity could wait. it is a pretty picture jayce is dying to see. ]
For you, anything—