[ whatever is being said to jayce feels garbled in comparison to what he has an increased focus for, to the point that it was scary but jayce himself had no awareness of to the point of feeling offput: viktor was warm with life force. hot with blood running through him, through delicate veins and thicker arteries, a quiet little thrum of a heartbeat just under the blanket of his skin, his jugular pulsing at jayce's broken lips like a lamb between the jaws of a wolf.
jayce takes another insistent breath in through the nose until his nostrils flare up. too deep. that was too deep, and he does it again, his sigh outward warping into the clips of a groan as his lips begin to drag, his teeth scraping flesh with his words, ]
And you smell— [ the grip is too tight. the kisses are a little too wide, too wet with tongue at the neck as he becomes fervent in his reunion. jayce's deprived body knows what it wants, pressing flush and shivering into viktor's meager bones, slim muscle . . . beautiful belly. it has trained reaction, an anticipated rush; he feels pleasure when he thinks of it, thinks of them together like this, in the way he's wanted, tangled in him with his partner's body splayed over their working desk, on top of a mess of scattered research. in a crammed bed when viktor's limbs were so much longer than his. he thinks of pleasure, when he hears his heart beat. he thinks of an ecstacy that rivals, if not better than intercourse, when the salty taste of sweat beckons him to the spurt of his blood in his mouth. ] —so good.
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jayce takes another insistent breath in through the nose until his nostrils flare up. too deep. that was too deep, and he does it again, his sigh outward warping into the clips of a groan as his lips begin to drag, his teeth scraping flesh with his words, ]
And you smell— [ the grip is too tight. the kisses are a little too wide, too wet with tongue at the neck as he becomes fervent in his reunion. jayce's deprived body knows what it wants, pressing flush and shivering into viktor's meager bones, slim muscle . . . beautiful belly. it has trained reaction, an anticipated rush; he feels pleasure when he thinks of it, thinks of them together like this, in the way he's wanted, tangled in him with his partner's body splayed over their working desk, on top of a mess of scattered research. in a crammed bed when viktor's limbs were so much longer than his. he thinks of pleasure, when he hears his heart beat. he thinks of an ecstacy that rivals, if not better than intercourse, when the salty taste of sweat beckons him to the spurt of his blood in his mouth. ] —so good.