[Jayce gives Viktor no room to breathe. One second he's holding Jayce tight inside him, their lips crashed together desperately, the next there's air between them once more, but only so that Jayce can wrap a hand around his cock. He's already overstimulated, seconds from his own orgasm, and the sudden friction with no reprieve means his head is falling back onto the pillows, his toes are curling, and he's gasping for breath.]
Oh, fuck--
[It's barely audible, more of an exhale than anything else as Viktor has no choice but to ride out the last few moments, and this time he fully falls apart, coming in spurts, back arching uselessly. He lets out a protracted sob, one that cracks in the middle, then realizes what it sounds like and lets his forearm fall back against his face, an attempt to cover his mouth. But it's too late, and Jayce gets exactly what he wants out of Viktor, his hips pitching upward in aborted little thrusts, Jayce wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of him.
Too much. It's so much, and even after he finishes, every nerve feels like it's on fire. Any hope at keeping his composure, even superficially is lost as Jayce relentlessly brings him to completion.]
Jayce--Jayce, please--
[Stop touching him. Don't stop touching him. He doesn't know which would be worse.]
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Date: 2022-07-30 02:22 am (UTC)Oh, fuck--
[It's barely audible, more of an exhale than anything else as Viktor has no choice but to ride out the last few moments, and this time he fully falls apart, coming in spurts, back arching uselessly. He lets out a protracted sob, one that cracks in the middle, then realizes what it sounds like and lets his forearm fall back against his face, an attempt to cover his mouth. But it's too late, and Jayce gets exactly what he wants out of Viktor, his hips pitching upward in aborted little thrusts, Jayce wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of him.
Too much. It's so much, and even after he finishes, every nerve feels like it's on fire. Any hope at keeping his composure, even superficially is lost as Jayce relentlessly brings him to completion.]
Jayce--Jayce, please--
[Stop touching him. Don't stop touching him. He doesn't know which would be worse.]