[He's good at this, which should not be surprising, but somehow is. Jayce is good at anything he sets his mind to, though it's possible that Viktor didn't expect to come undone so quickly under his attention--assumed he was less experienced with men, or otherwise out of practice, given his most recent romantic indulgences. A mistake on Viktor's part, maybe, one he slightly regrets when he reminds himself that there's more he wants to do, and that Jayce won't stop until he's told.
Still, he lets himself get close, lets the head of his cock hit the back of Jayce's throat, covering his mouth and trying not to moan at the warm seal around his shaft. When he feels the familiar twinge, he wills himself to tap out, quite literally giving Jayce a nudge on the shoulder as he (reluctantly) drops his hips back onto the mattress.]
Okay, okay--stop. [Viktor tugs gently on Jayce's hair, this time with the intent to pull his head away and off.] I don't want to come yet.
[As tempting as it is, it feels premature, though it's clear he was close, if the way he searches for an embrace is any indication. He wants Jayce back up on his level, wants that mouth on his again. It takes him a protracted moment to stop breathing heavily, which is difficult to do when Jayce looms above him and there's so much of him to touch. He has to stop himself from hooking his legs around his partner's waist and pulling him close and grinding against him. Instead, he puts his hands on Jayce's face again, feeling the contours of it, craning upward to meet it, kissing him over and over, in different places.]
You want me inside you. Yes?
[Viktor sounds a little breathless at the very idea of it. He hasn't forgotten.]
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Date: 2022-06-22 05:04 am (UTC)Still, he lets himself get close, lets the head of his cock hit the back of Jayce's throat, covering his mouth and trying not to moan at the warm seal around his shaft. When he feels the familiar twinge, he wills himself to tap out, quite literally giving Jayce a nudge on the shoulder as he (reluctantly) drops his hips back onto the mattress.]
Okay, okay--stop. [Viktor tugs gently on Jayce's hair, this time with the intent to pull his head away and off.] I don't want to come yet.
[As tempting as it is, it feels premature, though it's clear he was close, if the way he searches for an embrace is any indication. He wants Jayce back up on his level, wants that mouth on his again. It takes him a protracted moment to stop breathing heavily, which is difficult to do when Jayce looms above him and there's so much of him to touch. He has to stop himself from hooking his legs around his partner's waist and pulling him close and grinding against him. Instead, he puts his hands on Jayce's face again, feeling the contours of it, craning upward to meet it, kissing him over and over, in different places.]
You want me inside you. Yes?
[Viktor sounds a little breathless at the very idea of it. He hasn't forgotten.]