[In lieu of an actual response, Viktor makes a deeply satisfied noise, free hand wrapped around Jayce's shoulders, clinging to him as if his life depends on it. It might as well, at this point. He has to stop himself from gasping openly into Jayce's neck, trying his best to do what he wants. It's not lost on him that despite his giving instructions, he wants to do whatever Jayce asks of him. He'll willingly give it, even as his own composure is threatened.
This time, he comes only a second after Jayce, slick hands still pumping as if trying to wring out everything they possibly can. Viktor's eyes slide half-lidded, then closed--his eyebrows furrow and his mouth goes a little slack, a groan in the back of his throat. He finds himself hoping that it looks good, if only because that's what Jayce wants.
Once he's satisfied that Jayce has seen everything he wants, Viktor collapses forward into his shoulder, their stomachs flush, his legs tight around Jayce's hips. After a moment, everything slows and starts to still, and Viktor pulls his hand out from between them, letting it join the other around Jayce's shoulder. He buries his face against Jayce's neck, and catches his breath.]
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This time, he comes only a second after Jayce, slick hands still pumping as if trying to wring out everything they possibly can. Viktor's eyes slide half-lidded, then closed--his eyebrows furrow and his mouth goes a little slack, a groan in the back of his throat. He finds himself hoping that it looks good, if only because that's what Jayce wants.
Once he's satisfied that Jayce has seen everything he wants, Viktor collapses forward into his shoulder, their stomachs flush, his legs tight around Jayce's hips. After a moment, everything slows and starts to still, and Viktor pulls his hand out from between them, letting it join the other around Jayce's shoulder. He buries his face against Jayce's neck, and catches his breath.]