[ it is impossibly difficult to stay put for long; jayce feels like a leaf hanging onto a branch, for dear life as the wind picks up and thrashes him about. his face lives entirely flushed red over bronze and his cock throbs within the walls of viktor's straddle, overtaken by the worst of his heated pleasure and the rush of discovery in his sights, that he begs, garbles his words and moans until there's barely a difference between the sounds. he nearly bucks, he's being driven up the walls, loving every torturing moment of it despite his pleas: ]
I want to touch you, I, Oh— Viktor, I want to fuck you, please let me move, My Love—
[ the sweat that gathers on his temples slicks his hair against the sides, sticks them on his skin, leaving jayce's mouth parted to heave— so much for calm. he's going so, so, so crazy for the man on him. it's in his fiery eyes, in the drool that dribbles from his bitten lower lip and puffed when he uses everything he's got to bind himself to the sheets he's pulling. ]
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I want to touch you, I, Oh— Viktor, I want to fuck you, please let me move, My Love—
[ the sweat that gathers on his temples slicks his hair against the sides, sticks them on his skin, leaving jayce's mouth parted to heave— so much for calm. he's going so, so, so crazy for the man on him. it's in his fiery eyes, in the drool that dribbles from his bitten lower lip and puffed when he uses everything he's got to bind himself to the sheets he's pulling. ]