[ Each drive of Jayce's hips is the strike of a flint, feeding the wildfire coursing through Viktor's body. He can feel his orgasm approaching and wonders, hopes, that Jayce is close, too. He's been selfish, chasing his own pleasure and assuming it was good for his lover. It makes him begin to roll his hips more intentionally, fucking himself down against every thrust and tightening his muscles around Jayce's cock when he pulls back. The sounds are obscene and beautiful, and he turns his face to meet Jayce's lips in sloppy kisses that barely connect at times.
Anchoring himself in the twine of their fingers, Viktor squeezes Jayce's hand and then guides it to his leaking cock. He wraps their hands around it, messy strokes that he tries to match to the rhythm of Jayce's hips. ]
Close. [ He can barely speak from the pressure building up inside of him. He's a bow, so tightly string that soon he'll snap from the tension. He wants it so badly he can taste it.
Struggling to open his eyes, blinking as his vision swims, he lifts his free hand to grab the back of Jayce's neck and press their foreheads together. ] Fuck, I want you to come inside, fill me up.
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Anchoring himself in the twine of their fingers, Viktor squeezes Jayce's hand and then guides it to his leaking cock. He wraps their hands around it, messy strokes that he tries to match to the rhythm of Jayce's hips. ]
Close. [ He can barely speak from the pressure building up inside of him. He's a bow, so tightly string that soon he'll snap from the tension. He wants it so badly he can taste it.
Struggling to open his eyes, blinking as his vision swims, he lifts his free hand to grab the back of Jayce's neck and press their foreheads together. ] Fuck, I want you to come inside, fill me up.