[ oh, my god. take him. a clear indication of how much jayce enjoys being spoken to that way (and more) is the single stirring twinge his honing erection gives— and even if his smile is so widely sheepish about insistently poking viktor from below, he feels the heat seeringly rise from the pit of his belly as he feels a significant, pointed nudge at the height of his thigh. what's worse, or better? was how good viktor looked. the way he grooms his tousled hair out of his face, how the curse had muttered off his lips, it all still leaves a lord . . .
he can't help but to roll his head and genuinely chuckle at the both of them. ]
[ Rolling off of Jayce is a herculean task, but Viktor is able to do it with the promise of a future together. He kneels his weight onto his good leg, groaning a little both as he draws away from the enticing body heat and also moves his stiff right leg. He doesn't move much farther, all things considered, and leans back over Jayce with a smile. ]
Can I kiss you again? One for the road?
[ He's loath to leave the magic of this night, this place. It's been one hell of a start to their courtship, but Viktor wouldn't trade all of the discovery and confusion and lust for the world. Still, he's lost track of the time beneath the stars, but it must be late enough that they need to think about getting the horses back. ]
[ maybe that's what makes it undeniably magical . . . as much as addicting. jayce's grip on viktor's legs loosen, regrettably so, propping himself on his elbows and then his hands, to lift himself up into seating and adjusting his legs so that the space in between them wasn't so tight. the new proximity tempts him, and he does consider responding with words— but he realizes he doesn't need them. actions speak much louder.
jayce's hand twists into the front of viktor's riding blouse and yanks him in to crush their mouths in tandem, one final good bye to this night— but jayce kisses like it'd be his last, ever. there is an urgency to it, all his apetite for viktor in a single, dizzying torrent of tongue and upsurges, all of which begin to slow from his desperate rush only when the cosmos seem to whisper in his ear that it's time to part.
forehead to forehead, with his rough hands soothing through viktor's brown locks along his nape, how wild he's made them to now fix the unkempt look so no one awake at this hour would give him odd looks, jayce watches his new lover's eyes. how they shine and grow, and how the beautiful gold would mesmerize him. he had so much to say, even about viktor's supposed bedding plans—
but he doesn't want to say everything in one night. he has his own plans. ]
[ A yelp of surprise gets muffled by the sudden kiss and melts into a groan. He'd thought about going in for a sweet, lingering kiss and instead what he gets is passion and need and promises for later.
Dizzy and grateful for the forehead keeping him upright, he relaxes the steadying grip his hands had found in the front of Jayce's shirt. They probably both look like a mess, not least of all from the grass staining their knees and wetness down their backs and hair tousled. It's going to be easier sneaking back unnoticed thanks to the time of night, and while he's unashamed of a relationship with Jayce, he might not be able to stop himself from blushing like a schoolboy if someone sees him like this.
Smiling, Viktor leans in for another kiss, teasing and light. ] You too, partner.
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he can't help but to roll his head and genuinely chuckle at the both of them. ]
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Can I kiss you again? One for the road?
[ He's loath to leave the magic of this night, this place. It's been one hell of a start to their courtship, but Viktor wouldn't trade all of the discovery and confusion and lust for the world. Still, he's lost track of the time beneath the stars, but it must be late enough that they need to think about getting the horses back. ]
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jayce's hand twists into the front of viktor's riding blouse and yanks him in to crush their mouths in tandem, one final good bye to this night— but jayce kisses like it'd be his last, ever. there is an urgency to it, all his apetite for viktor in a single, dizzying torrent of tongue and upsurges, all of which begin to slow from his desperate rush only when the cosmos seem to whisper in his ear that it's time to part.
forehead to forehead, with his rough hands soothing through viktor's brown locks along his nape, how wild he's made them to now fix the unkempt look so no one awake at this hour would give him odd looks, jayce watches his new lover's eyes. how they shine and grow, and how the beautiful gold would mesmerize him. he had so much to say, even about viktor's supposed bedding plans—
but he doesn't want to say everything in one night. he has his own plans. ]
You could kiss me whenever you want.
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Dizzy and grateful for the forehead keeping him upright, he relaxes the steadying grip his hands had found in the front of Jayce's shirt. They probably both look like a mess, not least of all from the grass staining their knees and wetness down their backs and hair tousled. It's going to be easier sneaking back unnoticed thanks to the time of night, and while he's unashamed of a relationship with Jayce, he might not be able to stop himself from blushing like a schoolboy if someone sees him like this.
Smiling, Viktor leans in for another kiss, teasing and light. ] You too, partner.