[ jayce had not been expecting to hear that. his deepened groan twists into a delicate, syrupy whine for viktor that made his cock twinge against the tight walls around him. fuck, he wants him to come inside, he wants— exactly what jayce wants. it starts an untamed chase. jayce's fucking shifts to frantic— drilling into him in wild beats like a drum, both fast and hard as his jaws bolted together. he'll have to allow viktor to guide the movements around his cock so that jayce wouldn't miss their cadence, until they were synched, until he was properly hugging his fingers around the begging seepage of his arousal and pumping in tune with his claps— so fucking desperate to take viktor and pounce off the threshold of their rapture together now that the chance had been given. ]
I want— your cum, all over me— Oh—
[ high pitched whimpers from jayce's frenzy flags his climax, just in view and within reach. they'll clean themselves up later, they'll think about his sheets and how that'll wash later. his last kiss comes messy and broken, just as his vocal cords fissure his strangled gasping into a hover over viktor's lips to rasp, so quickly and shivering from holding his burst, almost in what felt like a panic— ]
V-Viktor, I'm coming— please—
[ the please is a hectic invitation. a warning. preparation, maybe, and the poor man— still fucking him like a hound in heat, so desparate to please him, so greedy to take all of him— he's having two cakes. he's about to have one more. ]
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I want— your cum, all over me— Oh—
[ high pitched whimpers from jayce's frenzy flags his climax, just in view and within reach. they'll clean themselves up later, they'll think about his sheets and how that'll wash later. his last kiss comes messy and broken, just as his vocal cords fissure his strangled gasping into a hover over viktor's lips to rasp, so quickly and shivering from holding his burst, almost in what felt like a panic— ]
V-Viktor, I'm coming— please—
[ the please is a hectic invitation. a warning. preparation, maybe, and the poor man— still fucking him like a hound in heat, so desparate to please him, so greedy to take all of him— he's having two cakes. he's about to have one more. ]