Jayce is as overly-responsive as always, and the smugness Viktor feels every time he's so unabashedly vocal hasn't quite worn off yet, even though it's no longer a novelty. He keeps a firm grip, circling the pad of his thumb around the head to distribute the precome, though he knows that provides little relief. Jayce starts fumbling at the bedside drawer and Viktor almost rolls his eyes, though of course he's completely unsurprised that Jayce has taken the opportunity to make sure the inn room is also equipped for extracurricular activities.
"Just be patient. I'll make you more comfortable."
He sits up, immediately missing the skin to skin contact but reminding himself that it's always worth it, to take some time and do what Jayce asks. Viktor slides Jayce's pants and underwear down his thighs, slightly, one side at a time over the curve of his ass, just to give him a little more to work with. Once Jayce is more fully exposed, Viktor leans back in and gestures to the bottle. Jayce can slick himself up, if he's so prepared. "Go ahead."
Because, of course, he never wants to make it too easy. He'll keep stroking whether Jayce applies lubricant or not, in the meantime kissing whatever bare skin is available, dragging his tongue down Jayce's collar until he's flicking it over a nipple, waiting for it to stiffen before he tries a gentle, experimental bite--just enough to sting.
"No," he says. Not jealous. "I hated how they'd pull you away from our work. I know some if it was necessary, but--"
None of it matters now. There are no more distractions.
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Date: 2022-10-03 09:15 pm (UTC)"Just be patient. I'll make you more comfortable."
He sits up, immediately missing the skin to skin contact but reminding himself that it's always worth it, to take some time and do what Jayce asks. Viktor slides Jayce's pants and underwear down his thighs, slightly, one side at a time over the curve of his ass, just to give him a little more to work with. Once Jayce is more fully exposed, Viktor leans back in and gestures to the bottle. Jayce can slick himself up, if he's so prepared. "Go ahead."
Because, of course, he never wants to make it too easy. He'll keep stroking whether Jayce applies lubricant or not, in the meantime kissing whatever bare skin is available, dragging his tongue down Jayce's collar until he's flicking it over a nipple, waiting for it to stiffen before he tries a gentle, experimental bite--just enough to sting.
"No," he says. Not jealous. "I hated how they'd pull you away from our work. I know some if it was necessary, but--"
None of it matters now. There are no more distractions.