[ oh, god, here we go. good boy. ah, jayce gasps, his cock twitching under the spell viktor casts. why does he love that so much— it worked just as well as a song of flattery to jayce, intoxicating himself with the pleasure of this dynamic as easily as taking a swing of strong whiskey would make him tipsy. jayce's mouth hangs apart and huffs out quiet sighs of happiness, cupping viktor's neck and sinking his fingers into his hair as he sucks on him, leaves a beautiful mark in his tantalyzing wake.
jayce squirms depending on the swirl of hot tongue to skin, how it tingles his flesh and gives him goosebumps behind his neck and up his arms. he'd never decimate viktor's neck somewhere publicly visible pre-wedding, that would mean scandal and quite likely his chance at being approved by the family. it's why his lovebites pepper viktor's thighs, his chest, anywhere that fabric could mask— but it wouldn't matter so much if he had to display his lover's devilish affections. there would be talk, but . . . he could care less right now. his house was small and humble, hardly in the spotlight. plus, he liked the dangerous idea of people knowing, liked the prospect of silent gossip that jayce talis was loved and taken. especially known by the female staff who don't leave him be.
seeing viktor mount him is an entirely new view. if he could have little hearts dancing within his pupils, he would, but instead they eclipse the hazel-golden color in a show of his excitement, the flush rushing to his face like floodwater. it reminds him of their first shared kiss within the walls of the tack room, sitting on his chair and viktor mounting side saddle. it is a memory that he could now paint in color, one that brings boyish, lopsided grin and displays his endearing tooth gap in the midst of the rise and fall of his chest.
he wants to make a grab for him, sliding both massive hands to viktor's knees and up the slender meat of his thighs, his touch always a rising, heavy knead of fingers. ]
I'm glad— a man so stunning thinks so.
[ you could hear the little "heh" he sighs out. charmer. ]
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jayce squirms depending on the swirl of hot tongue to skin, how it tingles his flesh and gives him goosebumps behind his neck and up his arms. he'd never decimate viktor's neck somewhere publicly visible pre-wedding, that would mean scandal and quite likely his chance at being approved by the family. it's why his lovebites pepper viktor's thighs, his chest, anywhere that fabric could mask— but it wouldn't matter so much if he had to display his lover's devilish affections. there would be talk, but . . . he could care less right now. his house was small and humble, hardly in the spotlight. plus, he liked the dangerous idea of people knowing, liked the prospect of silent gossip that jayce talis was loved and taken. especially known by the female staff who don't leave him be.
seeing viktor mount him is an entirely new view. if he could have little hearts dancing within his pupils, he would, but instead they eclipse the hazel-golden color in a show of his excitement, the flush rushing to his face like floodwater. it reminds him of their first shared kiss within the walls of the tack room, sitting on his chair and viktor mounting side saddle. it is a memory that he could now paint in color, one that brings boyish, lopsided grin and displays his endearing tooth gap in the midst of the rise and fall of his chest.
he wants to make a grab for him, sliding both massive hands to viktor's knees and up the slender meat of his thighs, his touch always a rising, heavy knead of fingers. ]
I'm glad— a man so stunning thinks so.
[ you could hear the little "heh" he sighs out. charmer. ]