[Viktor follows immediately after, unable to hold himself back any further now that Jayce has fully let go. He keeps doing his best to move out and in, thrusts that become increasingly aborted as Jayce squeezes around him and he feels his own release. His mouth is pressed against Jayce's shoulder, a half-kiss that becomes more of an open-mouthed pant as they both ride out their orgasms. Viktor holds on a few more seconds after Jayce goes fully limp, but soon enough he's joining him, arms loosening their hold and suddenly feeling a little boneless.
He remembers how tired he is. How part of him wanted to climb out of the bath and go right to sleep. There's no danger of him leaving the bed, not at this point.]
I'm not going anywhere. I don't think I could even if I wanted to.
[He sounds a little breathless, the comment more of a testament to his exhaustion than anything else. Viktor leans into the kiss, letting Jayce guide it, eyes fluttering closed in an effort to simply enjoy the feeling of it for as long as he can. He doesn't need to be told to stay inside, but as the minutes go by it starts to get uncomfortable, so when he's able, he breaks the kiss and pulls out, rolling over onto his back, chest still heaving.
Still, he wants to be touching. A hand brushes over Jayce's side, already missing the close contact.]
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Date: 2022-06-26 07:06 pm (UTC)He remembers how tired he is. How part of him wanted to climb out of the bath and go right to sleep. There's no danger of him leaving the bed, not at this point.]
I'm not going anywhere. I don't think I could even if I wanted to.
[He sounds a little breathless, the comment more of a testament to his exhaustion than anything else. Viktor leans into the kiss, letting Jayce guide it, eyes fluttering closed in an effort to simply enjoy the feeling of it for as long as he can. He doesn't need to be told to stay inside, but as the minutes go by it starts to get uncomfortable, so when he's able, he breaks the kiss and pulls out, rolling over onto his back, chest still heaving.
Still, he wants to be touching. A hand brushes over Jayce's side, already missing the close contact.]
A wet rag. And water, please.