closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

[boyofprogress]

...
in all timelines
in all possibilities
only you can show me this
...

closed rp for recursiveimpulse

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[boyofprogress]

The brace doesn't bother him. It never has. The only issue was that it was keeping Jayce from getting his pants off more quickly. Next time, when they're on a bed, Jayce will take his time. But not now, not in this moment.

Viktor's flushed face is the prettiest damned think he's ever seen, and he brushes parted lips against the pink that spreads over his cheekbones, nosing at his temple. One hand braces against the table, the other taking himself by the base of his cock as he presses into Viktor with a low, trembling sigh.

"Fuck, Viktor," he sighs, pausing when he's buried fully within him. Trying to catch his breath.

[recursiveimpulse]

It's been a WHILE, honestly. Not that Viktor doesn't have toys, but...none of them compare to THIS.

He gasps against Jayce's jaw as he acclimates to the feeling of being so full, wheezing softly as he, too, can't quite seem to breathe.

"J-Jayce, you're..." But he catches himself. Not so fast. Use this.

He purrs into the other man's ear.

"...You're doing so well."

[boyofprogress]

"So damn warm," he sighs, clutching at Viktor's waist now that he's properly inside him. And then the praise hits his ear and his fingers dig into Viktor's hips, his whole body shuddering with it.

He's doing well. He's making Viktor feel good, and he feels warm at the idea of it. Carefully, he starts moving his hips. Long, slow thrusts at first, learning the way Viktor feels and fits around him. Trying to memorize him from the inside like he knows him from the outside.