[ jayce's breathing begins to pick up, a subtle change just like the flex his muscles bear to the elegant fingers exploring him. his abdomen clenches on the way down, the work of chips and scars from his labor and youth on display— cuts or burns from his first forge accidents, kicks he'd been lucky to have walked out of with a crack in his rib and a gash to his side. he even has a bite— from a stallion when he'd gotten too cocky as a boy, at the dip of his left bicep. the biggest scar of all, is of course, his leg; the tale of a compound fracture disfigured from tissue loss and infection, and if one were take in the detail— it's not perfectly aligned. ]
D-deal, [ he breathes, a little— no, plenty distracted, curving his back into a neat bow for touch and dragging his words with the same drag of his lips. jayce sounds the first shodt, quipped moan— he did like to get bitten, and the stir of his cock speaks volumes. ] you can even— D-do someonething personal . . .
no subject
D-deal, [ he breathes, a little— no, plenty distracted, curving his back into a neat bow for touch and dragging his words with the same drag of his lips. jayce sounds the first shodt, quipped moan— he did like to get bitten, and the stir of his cock speaks volumes. ] you can even— D-do someonething personal . . .
[ oh, you know.
on him 😏 ]