[ Love. It settles onto Viktor's skin like a physical thing, making goosebumps rise and prickle his heated flesh. Jayce says it so easily, true as any fact of the world, a constant as much as gravity. He smiles, a soft and genuine thing, no hint of the commanding presence he'd had a moment before. Reaching for one of Jayce's hands, he begins to rock his hips steadily while he drags Jayce's palm to splay across his stomach. ]
You can touch here. [ He covers the back of Jayce's hand and pushes it against his stomach, breath hitching when it tightens him around the length speared through him. He wants Jayce to feel himself moving inside of Viktor, wants to share some of the sinful heat with him.
Letting go and pausing to make sure Jayce doesn't drop his hand, he takes the second one to lift to his face and nuzzles his cheek against the palm before turning to kiss the heel of Jayce's hand. ] And here, above the shoulder.
[ He moves his hand to rest loosely around Jayce's wrist as his grip tightens on his throat right as he circles his hips, lifts off an inch, and then sits back down. ] Only your hands move.
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You can touch here. [ He covers the back of Jayce's hand and pushes it against his stomach, breath hitching when it tightens him around the length speared through him. He wants Jayce to feel himself moving inside of Viktor, wants to share some of the sinful heat with him.
Letting go and pausing to make sure Jayce doesn't drop his hand, he takes the second one to lift to his face and nuzzles his cheek against the palm before turning to kiss the heel of Jayce's hand. ] And here, above the shoulder.
[ He moves his hand to rest loosely around Jayce's wrist as his grip tightens on his throat right as he circles his hips, lifts off an inch, and then sits back down. ] Only your hands move.