[ The fact that Viktor's wrapped his limbs around him, holding on tightly but more importantly holding him close, only makes this more intense in terms of how every single part of them is caught as one now. Jayce feels the way Viktor takes in the breath to speak to him low and dirty, and he wants to give in, he just wants some mercy. He gasps in and out and leans his head against Viktor's. ]
Mine.
[ Jayce murmurs, drunk with lust, and the next time he moves his thrust is sharp, a snap of his hips instead of a roll. He knows they are not going to last long once they really get started, but maybe that's okay. They are both on this ride together. He has never been so aroused, so keyed in, so desperate. It's beautiful in its agony. ]
You're mine.
[ After everything, Viktor is his. Finally. Jayce gives them both some mercy by taking off the leash. He moves in and out of Viktor with a roughness he would feel bad about later, no real rhythm working perfectly since all he can do is mindlessly chase the pleasure of being inside him. There is grace in the way his muscles ripple, in how every thrust pushes his toned stomach against Viktor's trapped cock, giving much-needed friction.
He tries to kiss him but there is no real way to do that when he's out of breath, moans dripping from his lips. Jayce can't even ask him to look at him, unable to keep his own eyes open as he fucks Viktor in the way they both truly want, passionate and growing in speed as he topples over the edge. He can only groan as he starts to orgasm but keeps moving as if he wants to wring out every second of it for them both. ]
Viktor.
[ He says his name as reverently as a prayer, finally able to kiss him as everything goes white. ]
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Date: 2022-07-26 03:43 am (UTC)Mine.
[ Jayce murmurs, drunk with lust, and the next time he moves his thrust is sharp, a snap of his hips instead of a roll. He knows they are not going to last long once they really get started, but maybe that's okay. They are both on this ride together. He has never been so aroused, so keyed in, so desperate. It's beautiful in its agony. ]
You're mine.
[ After everything, Viktor is his. Finally. Jayce gives them both some mercy by taking off the leash. He moves in and out of Viktor with a roughness he would feel bad about later, no real rhythm working perfectly since all he can do is mindlessly chase the pleasure of being inside him. There is grace in the way his muscles ripple, in how every thrust pushes his toned stomach against Viktor's trapped cock, giving much-needed friction.
He tries to kiss him but there is no real way to do that when he's out of breath, moans dripping from his lips. Jayce can't even ask him to look at him, unable to keep his own eyes open as he fucks Viktor in the way they both truly want, passionate and growing in speed as he topples over the edge. He can only groan as he starts to orgasm but keeps moving as if he wants to wring out every second of it for them both. ]
Viktor.
[ He says his name as reverently as a prayer, finally able to kiss him as everything goes white. ]