[ jayce flattens his lips and sucks them into his mouth, the seal only causing his nostrils to flare with each breath inhaled, exhaled— wild, like a bull too pinned to thrash, like a mustang contained within a crush. he cannot break, now, he cannot buck— not when he is so close to a reward that feels as vital as the peak of qn orgasm, even though reality may make it only the starting point to reach that peak.
slender fingers coil around his jugular and sit to strike like a serphent. jayce must close his eyes for a moment— it is a slow blink, a recovery from his eyes actually rolling back. viktor has no idea, or perhaps now he does, of what this does to him. to become living proof of a fantasy that no longer had to remain a secret. it was real. he hoped to god viktor would choke him. hoped to every god out there that he would praise his ears and aching dick within viktor's depths.
even his words come out trembled, his eyes upon viktor's like two great suns stalking their moon's orbit. ]
no subject
slender fingers coil around his jugular and sit to strike like a serphent. jayce must close his eyes for a moment— it is a slow blink, a recovery from his eyes actually rolling back. viktor has no idea, or perhaps now he does, of what this does to him. to become living proof of a fantasy that no longer had to remain a secret. it was real. he hoped to god viktor would choke him. hoped to every god out there that he would praise his ears and aching dick within viktor's depths.
even his words come out trembled, his eyes upon viktor's like two great suns stalking their moon's orbit. ]
I beg of you, Love.