[Viktor takes in every breath--every minute shift in expression, the tensing of muscles underneath him. He wants to learn how Jayce responds to every tiny bit of stimulation, calculate it mathematically and reproduce the desired effect as much as he wants. Once again, sheer possibility is laid out before him, and it's overwhelming. Not knowing how much time he'll have to take what he wants, Viktor resolves to do as much as possible.
For now, sitting on top of Jayce, leaning over to kiss him, exploring his mouth with his tongue is probably more than he ever could have hoped for. Knowing that this is only the beginning--that they're going to take it much further than this--is thrilling in a way he hasn't experienced in a long time.]
I want you to show me--
[He gasps a little, not finishing the thought in favor of searching for Jayce's mouth again. There will be plenty of time for Viktor to take what he wants--pound Jayce into the mattress, using his own phrasing. Right now, however, he's still mellowed from the bath, a little fixated on the way Jayce wanted to make him feel good. Still wearing his boxers, he grinds down on Jayce experimentally, teasing, then dips his head to drag his tongue in a hot line up the tight strain of his neck.]
--you've wanted this for so long. What sorts of things did you imagine?
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Date: 2022-06-19 07:38 pm (UTC)For now, sitting on top of Jayce, leaning over to kiss him, exploring his mouth with his tongue is probably more than he ever could have hoped for. Knowing that this is only the beginning--that they're going to take it much further than this--is thrilling in a way he hasn't experienced in a long time.]
I want you to show me--
[He gasps a little, not finishing the thought in favor of searching for Jayce's mouth again. There will be plenty of time for Viktor to take what he wants--pound Jayce into the mattress, using his own phrasing. Right now, however, he's still mellowed from the bath, a little fixated on the way Jayce wanted to make him feel good. Still wearing his boxers, he grinds down on Jayce experimentally, teasing, then dips his head to drag his tongue in a hot line up the tight strain of his neck.]
--you've wanted this for so long. What sorts of things did you imagine?