[The joke is, of course, that there is no memoir. And also that, very much in spite of himself, he enjoyed this, and might not be opposed to being cared for in the future. There's something appealing about letting Jayce have his way with him--a thought for later, perhaps. They've hardly begun to explore each other.
Viktor has barely passed the towel through his hair and twisted it around his waist before he's swept up in another kiss--deeper, this time, more passionate, indicative of what they're about to do now that he's cleaned up as promised. Jayce's hands hold him in place and it's so easy to collapse into the touch, leaning against a much more substantial body and simply becoming as receptive as possible. He parts his lips, welcomes Jayce into his mouth and breathes him in, hands sliding down his broad shoulders and settling there. Viktor is still soaked from the bath, dripping onto the floor, but an extra few moments won't hurt.
Still, he knows he needs to be the one with a modicum of self-control.]
Go, [He says, a slight urgency in his voice now, even as he's breathless from the kiss. Viktor presses his hand against Jayce's chest to urge him out the door. If he doesn't do it now, they're going to end up staying here, and he can't imagine it's going to be the most comfortable scenario.] I'll meet you in my room.
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Date: 2022-06-19 05:08 am (UTC)[The joke is, of course, that there is no memoir. And also that, very much in spite of himself, he enjoyed this, and might not be opposed to being cared for in the future. There's something appealing about letting Jayce have his way with him--a thought for later, perhaps. They've hardly begun to explore each other.
Viktor has barely passed the towel through his hair and twisted it around his waist before he's swept up in another kiss--deeper, this time, more passionate, indicative of what they're about to do now that he's cleaned up as promised. Jayce's hands hold him in place and it's so easy to collapse into the touch, leaning against a much more substantial body and simply becoming as receptive as possible. He parts his lips, welcomes Jayce into his mouth and breathes him in, hands sliding down his broad shoulders and settling there. Viktor is still soaked from the bath, dripping onto the floor, but an extra few moments won't hurt.
Still, he knows he needs to be the one with a modicum of self-control.]
Go, [He says, a slight urgency in his voice now, even as he's breathless from the kiss. Viktor presses his hand against Jayce's chest to urge him out the door. If he doesn't do it now, they're going to end up staying here, and he can't imagine it's going to be the most comfortable scenario.] I'll meet you in my room.