[ jayce's tongue slides under viktor's as his kiss slots, pursing lips and parting his mouth for every wave they swam through, as his cock fills him to the brim with renewed vigor. jayce rolls his head when viktor rolls his hips, a shrill so syrupy slick dribbles from this throat in blind joy. it is not just the way he fucks himself upon him, which is heavenly, and it is not just the restraint he's bewitched him with to behave, it is also—
how enthralling he is from all the way down here. how he ondulates upon him, squeezes him, how his back curves to take him and how his beautiful mouth falls apart. jayce's ass clenches under their weight to keep his promise, to let viktor take as much or as little of him as fast or as slow as he wanted. his cock feels almost too squeezed around the tight flesh as he pulsates. he moans without filter, tips his chin up and wildly lets his hands loose where guided— where he is allowed. ]
Please—
[ viktor's scalp is the first to be grabbed, packing his hand with a handful of hair and blunt nails to scrape with. his hip is the second, squeezing and kneading, memorizing the rhythmic drops from viktor's riding, before he slides digits for his cock, in the thick heat of it. his question whines forth: . ]
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how enthralling he is from all the way down here. how he ondulates upon him, squeezes him, how his back curves to take him and how his beautiful mouth falls apart. jayce's ass clenches under their weight to keep his promise, to let viktor take as much or as little of him as fast or as slow as he wanted. his cock feels almost too squeezed around the tight flesh as he pulsates. he moans without filter, tips his chin up and wildly lets his hands loose where guided— where he is allowed. ]
Please—
[ viktor's scalp is the first to be grabbed, packing his hand with a handful of hair and blunt nails to scrape with. his hip is the second, squeezing and kneading, memorizing the rhythmic drops from viktor's riding, before he slides digits for his cock, in the thick heat of it. his question whines forth: . ]
Can I—?