[ naughty. hehe. jayce's smirk looks a touch artful. yes, perhaps he was! a bit of a freak, but he's found one person to match it effortlessly and he wouldn't have it any other way.
the single syllable of a command flicks a switch in jayce, and just as viktor has asked— jayce's wrist seems pinned to where it was, invisibly bound. the fun and excitement begins when two beasts in him fight with achy need, one to move and the other to listen. only one of them gets a reward good enough that it makes his mouth water (although the possibility of falling out of line once or twice thrills him too. but he'll wait). the delightful turmoil is spelled in how jayce's arms tremble in place as viktor explores him from muscle to muscle, lowers—
his abdomen tightens, he pulls a raspy breath into his lungs and his frame threatens to bow where viktor's weight doesn't sit. oh, his cock. it quivers at the sight of his beloved above him, deliciously teasing him, and with his neck curved to take in this viewpoint, he snaps his head back onto the mattress with a hah, a squeeze of his eyes needed to fight off the daze to watch viktor where he was endlessly. he is suffering in the best way he could dream of, self inflicting and utterly rich. ]
You're brilliant, for starters. Always thinking ahead, always . . . Precise— [ jayce could feel his eyes beginning to flutter, or at least want to— he forces his focus back, and leads his gaze to viktor so he could bear his sincerity to him. ] You don't force a thing when you take control, Viktor. You—
[ his vulnerability bleeds, just as he gasps— wishes to touch him and shakes beneath him when he denies himself the act. ]
You make me feel safe the whole time. Like, y-you know, what, ah—
[ there is more, but jayce is getting a bit breathless, a bit swimmy, in the brain. and that's where his lips curl too much, he tilts his head back, and he whispers between a breathless laugh: ]
no subject
the single syllable of a command flicks a switch in jayce, and just as viktor has asked— jayce's wrist seems pinned to where it was, invisibly bound. the fun and excitement begins when two beasts in him fight with achy need, one to move and the other to listen. only one of them gets a reward good enough that it makes his mouth water (although the possibility of falling out of line once or twice thrills him too. but he'll wait). the delightful turmoil is spelled in how jayce's arms tremble in place as viktor explores him from muscle to muscle, lowers—
his abdomen tightens, he pulls a raspy breath into his lungs and his frame threatens to bow where viktor's weight doesn't sit. oh, his cock. it quivers at the sight of his beloved above him, deliciously teasing him, and with his neck curved to take in this viewpoint, he snaps his head back onto the mattress with a hah, a squeeze of his eyes needed to fight off the daze to watch viktor where he was endlessly. he is suffering in the best way he could dream of, self inflicting and utterly rich. ]
You're brilliant, for starters. Always thinking ahead, always . . . Precise— [ jayce could feel his eyes beginning to flutter, or at least want to— he forces his focus back, and leads his gaze to viktor so he could bear his sincerity to him. ] You don't force a thing when you take control, Viktor. You—
[ his vulnerability bleeds, just as he gasps— wishes to touch him and shakes beneath him when he denies himself the act. ]
You make me feel safe the whole time. Like, y-you know, what, ah—
[ there is more, but jayce is getting a bit breathless, a bit swimmy, in the brain. and that's where his lips curl too much, he tilts his head back, and he whispers between a breathless laugh: ]
Fuck.