[ the hot spill that lathers jayce's hand, the way viktor spasms and comes so beautifully— jayce could repeat it in his mind's eye for the rest of his days. the symphony of sounds he conducted, the gorgeous shout of his name, and the charged pop they've created together tipped him over.
the dams of his orgasm crack, fracture, and with a blinding, transcending eruption, his seed is shot within viktor. jayce cries out like an animal, squeezes his ass against the hole he's unloaded in, and rides the sultry waves of explosive bliss with convulsing thighs and a shivering frame, each rock easing a long, hoarse whine each. he can't see straight, his vision a blurry sea of stars and ecstacy, feeling the tight clench of his abdomen and balls as he cock twitches its last and he comes absolutely undone on top of viktor. never has he came so hard, so embarrassingly loaded that even as he slumps over his love to gather his breathing and ride the smaller aftershocks of bliss, he could feel just how much is dribbling out of viktor. insane. all of that— was insane.
they'll both need a moment, just to breathe, just to compose. his climax was still gnawing at the edges of his curled toes and amounting jayce to delightful fatigue. ]
Viktor, [ only a teetering whisper of gasps and exhales, a mound of useless muscle now. the thick scent of their sex becomes harder to ignore, as he realizes what a mess they both are . . . but he embraces viktor anyway, spreading the filth and cradling the passion that made him burst like a dying star. he nuzzles his face to the crook of his sweaty neck and presses a kiss to sticky hair at his temple. he only doesn't lift his hand between them to avoid getting cum on his face. jayce's eyes still roll back, and his body shudders sweetly when he presses into him one last time, slow and fizzling out. ] Love of my lives.
[ he'd like to ask what the hell he did to him, but he's still breathless, and ends up shortening it to: ]
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the dams of his orgasm crack, fracture, and with a blinding, transcending eruption, his seed is shot within viktor. jayce cries out like an animal, squeezes his ass against the hole he's unloaded in, and rides the sultry waves of explosive bliss with convulsing thighs and a shivering frame, each rock easing a long, hoarse whine each. he can't see straight, his vision a blurry sea of stars and ecstacy, feeling the tight clench of his abdomen and balls as he cock twitches its last and he comes absolutely undone on top of viktor. never has he came so hard, so embarrassingly loaded that even as he slumps over his love to gather his breathing and ride the smaller aftershocks of bliss, he could feel just how much is dribbling out of viktor. insane. all of that— was insane.
they'll both need a moment, just to breathe, just to compose. his climax was still gnawing at the edges of his curled toes and amounting jayce to delightful fatigue. ]
Viktor, [ only a teetering whisper of gasps and exhales, a mound of useless muscle now. the thick scent of their sex becomes harder to ignore, as he realizes what a mess they both are . . . but he embraces viktor anyway, spreading the filth and cradling the passion that made him burst like a dying star. he nuzzles his face to the crook of his sweaty neck and presses a kiss to sticky hair at his temple. he only doesn't lift his hand between them to avoid getting cum on his face. jayce's eyes still roll back, and his body shudders sweetly when he presses into him one last time, slow and fizzling out. ] Love of my lives.
[ he'd like to ask what the hell he did to him, but he's still breathless, and ends up shortening it to: ]
You've . . . Ruined me.
[ it feels so good to be ruined. ]