[ the release is the most exquisite of rushes, a high that makes jayce's drool dribble off the corner of his mouth and spurs his breathing to catch up to safety. proof of his paradise was his cock's consistency and oozing despite tactile negligence. jayce's words confides reverence and invokes is dedication, wrapped in a blanket of true armour in this little shrine he's built for viktor's worship. the look in his foggy eyes say everything that needs to be said.
he loves him, he loves him, god he loves him. he wants to be ridden and see viktor sway and bounce on him until he sets him free to fuck him into these soiled sheets. jayce's palm cups viktor's neck, and thumbs his chin with affections. ]
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he loves him, he loves him, god he loves him. he wants to be ridden and see viktor sway and bounce on him until he sets him free to fuck him into these soiled sheets. jayce's palm cups viktor's neck, and thumbs his chin with affections. ]
I promise you, Beloved.