[None of this information is actually new, of course. He knows that Jayce seeks validation--likes praise, has constant anxiety about his own status and the possibility of it being pulled out from under him. Viktor can't blame him, really. He imagines that if his mother pleaded some kind of insanity defense to a room full of Piltover's elite shortly before becoming their golden boy, he'd struggle with imposter syndrome as well. Having all of this translate to the bedroom, however--well. It's quite a bit to take in. Viktor is only starting to understand just how powerful he is, when it comes to taking Jayce apart.
He doesn't answer right away, more interested in wringing as much out of Jayce as he possibly can. One hand strokes relentlessly, the other plays along Jayce's chest, tweaking a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. They're so close--no air between them, Jayce arching back into him and using his own hand to pull him even closer.]
This isn't enough?
[It's teasing, only half-serious. Despite his own confidence in this sort of activity, Viktor is testing out what kind of talk gets Jayce going the most--he has a feeling that this sort of light condescension might be just as effective as complimenting him. This time, when he pushes in as deep as he can go, he holds it for a moment, mouth pressed against Jayce's neck as he speaks. The hand stroking his cock keeps moving, thumb circling the head, a clear intent to wring more of those noises out of him.]
You need me to stroke your ego, too, Jayce?
[Still, his own body is starting to betray him. Viktor starts to move again, but he's panting, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes glazing over with his own pleasure. His other hand, the one at Jayce's chest slides upward, fingers ghosting up his neck until he's pressing them against Jayce's lips, inviting him to take them into his mouth as he picks up the pace, his intent clear.]
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He doesn't answer right away, more interested in wringing as much out of Jayce as he possibly can. One hand strokes relentlessly, the other plays along Jayce's chest, tweaking a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. They're so close--no air between them, Jayce arching back into him and using his own hand to pull him even closer.]
This isn't enough?
[It's teasing, only half-serious. Despite his own confidence in this sort of activity, Viktor is testing out what kind of talk gets Jayce going the most--he has a feeling that this sort of light condescension might be just as effective as complimenting him. This time, when he pushes in as deep as he can go, he holds it for a moment, mouth pressed against Jayce's neck as he speaks. The hand stroking his cock keeps moving, thumb circling the head, a clear intent to wring more of those noises out of him.]
You need me to stroke your ego, too, Jayce?
[Still, his own body is starting to betray him. Viktor starts to move again, but he's panting, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes glazing over with his own pleasure. His other hand, the one at Jayce's chest slides upward, fingers ghosting up his neck until he's pressing them against Jayce's lips, inviting him to take them into his mouth as he picks up the pace, his intent clear.]