[Haha. See, he can joke around (even if he's actually very serious about this). He knows he doesn't have to talk about the gravity of their situation, at least int his moment. When it matters, Jayce will stop the teasing and get serious. For now, he's going to enjoy this. Watching Jayce fall apart under his hands--when he's barely begun--is electrifying. He can't help but grind his hips into Jayce's thigh, one last indulgence before he turns his attention elsewhere.]
Okay. Relax. I'll take care of you.
[Viktor has to pause to get more lube, making sure his fingers are slick and wet. He's been stroking Jayce, taking in every sharp inhale and shift in the other man underneath him, trying to commit it the sight of it to memory, but now he dips his hand lower. Viktor kisses the underside of his jaw, hoping to encourage some of the aforementioned relaxing as he traces circles around the tight ring of muscle, then pushes a finger against it and in. Still, he doesn't wait. The first finger is easy enough, sinking knuckle-deep almost effortlessly, so when he pulls out and pushes in again, he uses two this time, eyes half-lidded and watching for the reaction.]
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Date: 2022-06-23 04:10 am (UTC)[Haha. See, he can joke around (even if he's actually very serious about this). He knows he doesn't have to talk about the gravity of their situation, at least int his moment. When it matters, Jayce will stop the teasing and get serious. For now, he's going to enjoy this. Watching Jayce fall apart under his hands--when he's barely begun--is electrifying. He can't help but grind his hips into Jayce's thigh, one last indulgence before he turns his attention elsewhere.]
Okay. Relax. I'll take care of you.
[Viktor has to pause to get more lube, making sure his fingers are slick and wet. He's been stroking Jayce, taking in every sharp inhale and shift in the other man underneath him, trying to commit it the sight of it to memory, but now he dips his hand lower. Viktor kisses the underside of his jaw, hoping to encourage some of the aforementioned relaxing as he traces circles around the tight ring of muscle, then pushes a finger against it and in. Still, he doesn't wait. The first finger is easy enough, sinking knuckle-deep almost effortlessly, so when he pulls out and pushes in again, he uses two this time, eyes half-lidded and watching for the reaction.]