Mmm... [ Viktor does take a moment, committing the image to memory, because he doesn't want to get his hopes up by thinking there will be a repeat performance. he dips his head down, swipes his tongue over the tip of Jayce's cock. ] I think I have some idea.
[ but now, he feels he's tortured the poor man long enough. and he's done being patient, himself. dragging himself just that little bit further up Jayce's torso, just enough to line him up, Viktor keeps his gaze on the other man's face as he wraps a hand around him again. and he guides him inside slowly, less for his own comfort, more to watch Jayce's face.
he inhales sharply through his teeth, the feeling of being stretched and filled slowly burning through him. and he banishes every memory of those previous partners, those one-night stands that were little more than poor substitutes, none of them holding a candle to the heat and electricity sparking through him now. ]
[oh, how can he not whine helplessly at the tease of Viktor's teasing tongue? his fingers press against Viktor's pale thighs, his cock twitching at that extra bit of stimulation.
but then Viktor is moving, taking him in and Jayce makes a broken noise like Viktor's hit him in the centre of his chest. he's panting, chest heaving, teeth dragging over his lower lip as he fights to keep his hips still. to let Viktor take his time rather than driving up into him.
his hands scramble before gripping and squeezing Viktor's hips. gods, he feels amazing. hotter than the forge, slick and sweet and so much better than he could have imagined.]
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[ but now, he feels he's tortured the poor man long enough. and he's done being patient, himself. dragging himself just that little bit further up Jayce's torso, just enough to line him up, Viktor keeps his gaze on the other man's face as he wraps a hand around him again. and he guides him inside slowly, less for his own comfort, more to watch Jayce's face.
he inhales sharply through his teeth, the feeling of being stretched and filled slowly burning through him. and he banishes every memory of those previous partners, those one-night stands that were little more than poor substitutes, none of them holding a candle to the heat and electricity sparking through him now. ]
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but then Viktor is moving, taking him in and Jayce makes a broken noise like Viktor's hit him in the centre of his chest. he's panting, chest heaving, teeth dragging over his lower lip as he fights to keep his hips still. to let Viktor take his time rather than driving up into him.
his hands scramble before gripping and squeezing Viktor's hips. gods, he feels amazing. hotter than the forge, slick and sweet and so much better than he could have imagined.]