[ Jayce is trying to fight his natural inclination to be gentle with Viktor, part of him truly is that way, but it's also about not wanting to hurt him. He is not blind to how thin he is, how the sickness has changed him. He knows if they'd been together from the start, it would've been disturbingly obvious as time passed, making it easier for him to know something was wrong. But this is Viktor. His attraction is stronger than anything else. And he wants to make him feel good, knowing he's usually in pain, his body failing him. Jayce can give him something beautiful. For a short time, he can chase away Viktor's shadows and cover him in joy.
Jayce is giant, there's no getting around that, even if Viktor was at full health, he'd seem slender in comparison. When he moves below him, his muscles flex; while it's his face on blimps, only a few people have seen him like this. All he can hope is that Viktor likes it, all of it. If his physical beauty feeds into Viktor's desire for him, he's happy to look this way.
People would be jealous. He's been hit on a lot since becoming famous, although most of it goes over his head, but he's brushed it off for years. Too much work. Too much Viktor. He smirks smugly. ]
So you like that. Knowing the Man of Progress, the Golden Boy of Piltover, is a moaning mess under your hands. Yours.
[ Jayce likes to talk in bed, as he's already proving, but he's appreciating that Viktor's starting to do the same. It's sexy, to hear him be taunting in that beautiful accent of his. He loves it, it could get him going alone. Although not as good as how he feels when Viktor slides them together like that and he makes a choked cry when his thumb touches his wet head. Jayce barely is coherent for a moment but then he lifts his head to look around. ]
The one from last night's around here.
[ He desperately has his hand searching on the bed. ]
I'm still loose, it would be easy to be in me again, if you wanted.
[ After his grasping hand slides over and under the covers, he finally manages to finagle where they left it, having shifted a little as they slept. He breathes a sigh of relief, this is the bottle he stashed in this bedroom. The other ones are spread out around the apartment. Jayce hands the bottle to him and lets his hands move over his body, letting his hand travel down to touch them too. Although it's so he can get Viktor back, trailing his own fingers over his head tauntingly.
He really doesn't care what Viktor chooses here, if he wants to stroke them to completion easily, it wouldn't take long, although he'll hold out as much as his lover needs him to. It's about options. He's down bad for so much.]
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Date: 2022-07-03 06:12 pm (UTC)Jayce is giant, there's no getting around that, even if Viktor was at full health, he'd seem slender in comparison. When he moves below him, his muscles flex; while it's his face on blimps, only a few people have seen him like this. All he can hope is that Viktor likes it, all of it. If his physical beauty feeds into Viktor's desire for him, he's happy to look this way.
People would be jealous. He's been hit on a lot since becoming famous, although most of it goes over his head, but he's brushed it off for years. Too much work. Too much Viktor. He smirks smugly. ]
So you like that. Knowing the Man of Progress, the Golden Boy of Piltover, is a moaning mess under your hands. Yours.
[ Jayce likes to talk in bed, as he's already proving, but he's appreciating that Viktor's starting to do the same. It's sexy, to hear him be taunting in that beautiful accent of his. He loves it, it could get him going alone. Although not as good as how he feels when Viktor slides them together like that and he makes a choked cry when his thumb touches his wet head. Jayce barely is coherent for a moment but then he lifts his head to look around. ]
The one from last night's around here.
[ He desperately has his hand searching on the bed. ]
I'm still loose, it would be easy to be in me again, if you wanted.
[ After his grasping hand slides over and under the covers, he finally manages to finagle where they left it, having shifted a little as they slept. He breathes a sigh of relief, this is the bottle he stashed in this bedroom. The other ones are spread out around the apartment. Jayce hands the bottle to him and lets his hands move over his body, letting his hand travel down to touch them too. Although it's so he can get Viktor back, trailing his own fingers over his head tauntingly.
He really doesn't care what Viktor chooses here, if he wants to stroke them to completion easily, it wouldn't take long, although he'll hold out as much as his lover needs him to. It's about options. He's down bad for so much.]