[ jayce gasps, the vibration of his startled whine against the clasp of beautifully long, prevailing fingers snagging his throat and cutting off some air, so loud it pierces the night. coupled by the way viktor's face is painted by the dance of their candlelight and the courting shadows, it all sends him into a full dither. he's not climaxing— god, of course not. viktor had to tell him it was okay to, but . . . emotionally, mentally, he might as well be at his summit. jayce's hands squeeze where they've settled before, to pry for his love's sweet return and missing, dearly, the heat of his welcome. every breath is a sweet whimper for him. jayce talis is fucking depraved. ]
I'm— I'm sorry, Viktor— please— [ his legs spread, knees falling to either side of him as he purposely smooths the angle of his hips, ass against the sheets and nowhere rising. god, and viktor— the stern look on his face makes jayce chase stars and his unsheathed cock bob with sleek arousal. it ripples an unmatched elation in his gut, a wallop in his heart that twitches the corner of his lips upward in a foul smirk. ] You'll need— to tame me.
[ the bastard is not the least bit sorry for what he gets. a punishment worth the world. this is bliss. ]
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I'm— I'm sorry, Viktor— please— [ his legs spread, knees falling to either side of him as he purposely smooths the angle of his hips, ass against the sheets and nowhere rising. god, and viktor— the stern look on his face makes jayce chase stars and his unsheathed cock bob with sleek arousal. it ripples an unmatched elation in his gut, a wallop in his heart that twitches the corner of his lips upward in a foul smirk. ] You'll need— to tame me.
[ the bastard is not the least bit sorry for what he gets. a punishment worth the world. this is bliss. ]