[ Even in the hazy bliss of post-orgasm, Viktor forces his eyes open to watch Jayce come. He's beautiful, undone and wild, his mouth open with cries of passion. His brows come together in a furrowed peak, not unlike when he's focused on the physicality of forging, the raw power in his body taking over to tighten each muscle. Viktor wants to kiss the wrinkles between his brow, proud marks of how hard Jayce has worked for so long.
Cooing to him softly, curling his legs back around Jayce's hips as they stutter and still deep inside of him, Viktor blushes anew at the heat that fills him and spills over. Jayce's come pushes deep inside him while his own coats their stomachs—marked, undeniably belonging to each other. It makes his body sing with pride, a pleased hum rising in his throat as he gently guides them to roll over onto their sides, still linked. Their weaker legs rest on top, tangled together, as Viktor raises a hand to push Jayce's hair back from his sweaty face.
Love of my lives. Such a simple difference, yet the weight of it hits Viktor straight in the heart. ]
My heart. [ Leaning in closer, he kisses Jayce slow and unhurried, no longer frantic with need but just as passionate. He laughs at the thought of being Jayce's ruin, so certain that they are each other's downfall in equal measures. Viktor would battle kings and challenge gods for the man wrapped up in his arms. ]
Were you planning to find other lovers after me? [ His voice is full of lazy mirth as he nuzzles against Jayce's neck, memorizing his scent. ]
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Cooing to him softly, curling his legs back around Jayce's hips as they stutter and still deep inside of him, Viktor blushes anew at the heat that fills him and spills over. Jayce's come pushes deep inside him while his own coats their stomachs—marked, undeniably belonging to each other. It makes his body sing with pride, a pleased hum rising in his throat as he gently guides them to roll over onto their sides, still linked. Their weaker legs rest on top, tangled together, as Viktor raises a hand to push Jayce's hair back from his sweaty face.
Love of my lives. Such a simple difference, yet the weight of it hits Viktor straight in the heart. ]
My heart. [ Leaning in closer, he kisses Jayce slow and unhurried, no longer frantic with need but just as passionate. He laughs at the thought of being Jayce's ruin, so certain that they are each other's downfall in equal measures. Viktor would battle kings and challenge gods for the man wrapped up in his arms. ]
Were you planning to find other lovers after me? [ His voice is full of lazy mirth as he nuzzles against Jayce's neck, memorizing his scent. ]