[ for a split moment, jayce's sly smile drops like an anchor out at sea. he straightens out, notices his own hesitation and the way he oozes right back into decency before viktor— touching himself, teasing him with icy threats that felt palpable and playing with the strings that tugged at his pleasure points. jayce attempts to swallow tight and cannot, the conjunction making his whimpering come in sputtering bouts, hushed and beading precum at the slot of his horribly provoked cock. that in itself brings a nervous little curve, with far less bite but amused, pleased, even, with how viktor had managed to make his heart nearly stop and restart. ]
That— is, cruel.
[ he obeys his love, but not without a short loss of focus in his pretty eyes— ]
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That— is, cruel.
[ he obeys his love, but not without a short loss of focus in his pretty eyes— ]