[ truth pokes at viktor quite shamelessly, or at least jayce makes sure of it, and being equally shameless in displaying his clever smirk for a clever tongue. he wants to eat him up for that, and surely has his chance when viktor slants to meet his lips. he goes straight for it like fish to bait, and is caught in muffled surprise when pushed onto his back. jayce allows himself to stay put, exposed now with his cock thriving against his belly, a rapacious thing waiting for more delights to fire up its disposition.
jayce was shooting quite high, in his head, and it was true that despite their fiery passion fueling and rendering them horny like the youth, they were middle aged men. no longer boys with energy for long nights used on their fun. jayce had a bed time, the horses had a schedule, and some of the hairs in his beard might even be close to greying.
he can turn a blind eye to that, for the sake of living the dream any soul would beg for. he had responsibility, too, now more than ever— and would work regardless of his rest. which means, he'll see to at least some rest for the both of them.
which also means: he's on a mission. ]
We'll save it for later, [ he utters, expressive in the raise of his brows and the chase he gives for viktor's face to lick at his lips, ask for his mouth again like a hungry begger. ] pick up where we left off.
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jayce was shooting quite high, in his head, and it was true that despite their fiery passion fueling and rendering them horny like the youth, they were middle aged men. no longer boys with energy for long nights used on their fun. jayce had a bed time, the horses had a schedule, and some of the hairs in his beard might even be close to greying.
he can turn a blind eye to that, for the sake of living the dream any soul would beg for. he had responsibility, too, now more than ever— and would work regardless of his rest. which means, he'll see to at least some rest for the both of them.
which also means: he's on a mission. ]
We'll save it for later, [ he utters, expressive in the raise of his brows and the chase he gives for viktor's face to lick at his lips, ask for his mouth again like a hungry begger. ] pick up where we left off.