[ it's salty, milky, a tang of sweet at the end of the very edge of viktor's taste, and to have their stares come together right there, a snag of his wrist and eyes that made him only briefly suck off his wrist— jayce goes straight for viktor's fingers.
after something as hot as calling this a hypothesis, not bending and breaking apart for him would be criminal. jayce looks positively lovestruck, almost forgetting to speak as his lips part and nothing comes. the whisp of a breathless chuckle comes radiating from his chest, and jayce looks like he could pounce in the way he bites his lip and pinches his brows. the fireworks were going off. ]
Then, [ jayce hikes viktor into him, leaving little to nothing of space between the curves their bodies contrasted, discarding his care where his sloppy hand was concerned and coming to terms with the fact that they will actually bathe when they decide it's time. ] we should test that theory.
[ he has to kiss him, squeezing his hands against wild locks of hair and sharp cheekbones, breathing in between the smacks of his lips (and on subtle little prod of his awakening erection against the slick of their legs): ]
I need to marry you.
[ that was so arousing. viktor's mind was brilliant. ]
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after something as hot as calling this a hypothesis, not bending and breaking apart for him would be criminal. jayce looks positively lovestruck, almost forgetting to speak as his lips part and nothing comes. the whisp of a breathless chuckle comes radiating from his chest, and jayce looks like he could pounce in the way he bites his lip and pinches his brows. the fireworks were going off. ]
Then, [ jayce hikes viktor into him, leaving little to nothing of space between the curves their bodies contrasted, discarding his care where his sloppy hand was concerned and coming to terms with the fact that they will actually bathe when they decide it's time. ] we should test that theory.
[ he has to kiss him, squeezing his hands against wild locks of hair and sharp cheekbones, breathing in between the smacks of his lips (and on subtle little prod of his awakening erection against the slick of their legs): ]
I need to marry you.
[ that was so arousing. viktor's mind was brilliant. ]