[Jayce picks up speed almost immediately--Viktor should have been prepared for this, but maybe he underestimated the effect his own words would have. Despite his bravado, he's still feeling this out, too, not sure how Jayce is going to react to any given command or response. The eagerness, at least, is something he recognizes. Earnest, like the rest of him.
Viktor, in contrast, is more reserved, but Jayce starts to plunge deeper and move his hand more quickly and it's difficult even for him to keep quiet. Perhaps there's a part of him that wants Jayce to know he's doing a good job, even if it's a little involuntary, on his part. What started as a cool, half-lidded gaze becomes less composed, Viktor's expression going a little slack and breath becoming more heavy as his knees bend and back arches. In spite of himself, a drawn-out, satisfied noise rises from the back of his throat, which he tries to mask with more words of encouragement (even if he knows that, in all likelihood, it will only make things worse, as far as his composure is concerned).]
That's--that's good, Jayce. Keep going.
[He'll stop him, in a second, right before he gets too close to the edge, but Viktor thinks he can last a little longer, hips pitching upward in tandem with the motion of Jayce's mouth, trying to see how much he can take. All the while, his fingers twist in Jayce's hair, grasping and pulling as if it's the only thing anchoring him to the moment--without it to ground him, he might lose control.]
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Viktor, in contrast, is more reserved, but Jayce starts to plunge deeper and move his hand more quickly and it's difficult even for him to keep quiet. Perhaps there's a part of him that wants Jayce to know he's doing a good job, even if it's a little involuntary, on his part. What started as a cool, half-lidded gaze becomes less composed, Viktor's expression going a little slack and breath becoming more heavy as his knees bend and back arches. In spite of himself, a drawn-out, satisfied noise rises from the back of his throat, which he tries to mask with more words of encouragement (even if he knows that, in all likelihood, it will only make things worse, as far as his composure is concerned).]
That's--that's good, Jayce. Keep going.
[He'll stop him, in a second, right before he gets too close to the edge, but Viktor thinks he can last a little longer, hips pitching upward in tandem with the motion of Jayce's mouth, trying to see how much he can take. All the while, his fingers twist in Jayce's hair, grasping and pulling as if it's the only thing anchoring him to the moment--without it to ground him, he might lose control.]