[ Jayce's voice is so fucked out already, raw with the need that devours them both. He doesn't think he's imagining the way that Jayce's body practically vibrates with the need to move, to touch, to connect further than they already are. Viktor wants it, too, but he also wants to make good on his promise to play this game for Jayce after he'd been so honest about his desires.
Swallowing thickly, he digs for the last bit of his composure as he leans over and fits his hand around Jayce's throat, the pressure nothing more than fingers resting against skin, but the threat of a squeeze beneath the surface. ]
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Swallowing thickly, he digs for the last bit of his composure as he leans over and fits his hand around Jayce's throat, the pressure nothing more than fingers resting against skin, but the threat of a squeeze beneath the surface. ]
Beg for it.