[ Viktor holds the unflinching gaze, skin warming from being so hungrily watched, so openly seen. The man licks his thumb clean and more, clever tongue warm and wet and so heavy with promise of what else it might do for him. It's tempting, so very tempting, but even as Viktor feels himself filling with desire, he knows that it's for another. There's also the fact to consider that, beneath his shimmering robes, his body is a blank astral nebula. Perhaps it's due to his inexperience, but even in a dream, he cannot imagine enough intimate detail. Or maybe, it's a cruel joke played on him by their host. ]
Good boy. [ Thumb wet, he smears it through the corner of the man's lips as he rotates his hand to gently grasp his chin. ] Would you like a reward?
[ Leaning in, he smiles as he slides a foot between spread thighs that visibly quiver with exertion and anticipation, firm muscles testing the strength of the fabric covering them. Viktor presses the top of his foot up against the inseam and then pulls back, a thoughtful caress to the underside of his bulge. Wordlessly watching, eyes on the man's face, he steps down to fit the arch of his foot across the wet strain of his erection. ]
[ Jayce's wandering eyes on the man's frame is short lived— His curious eyes wander downwards and further up to the magnetism of the stranger's hidden face and the so very lustrious pull of honey gold eyes. Another sing of praise, and another moan dribbles from the base of his throat that he doesn't mean to leverage. He can't help it in the fuzz of this venomous provocation, seeping addictive toxins into a bloodstream pumped wild through his veins. Yes Jayce pleads through the drag across his lips that feel wet with need to do more with one man in mind, and this wasn't it.
But his brain could fool him. Jayce's eyes flit down to the other's lips coming closer, just close enough that he could imagine the rest, feel the scent of his nose and heat pricking his cheeks. It's the "reward" in question that is not a kiss, or the tease of one that he so expects, but the slide of the toside of a foot that makes Jayce's eyes pop wide behind his mask, jolt in his place, but not flee from his spot. Jayce's thighs close tight until knees knock against one another, his breathing sputtering with the edges of a moan strangled tight. The undeniable heat rises, and Jayce pursues it by rising from his heels, his gasp held to the blessed friction applied to the wheeping mess of his cock.
From there, it only takes two more strokes for the desperate build up to release. Was it a terrible idea? Yes. Did he care? Not as much as he should have, but he would. Climax comes for him almost too suddenly, in the hanging of his lips against cleverly dominant fingers tipping his face up, cradling him as his eyes rolled to the surge of his peak.. V-— he thinks. Vi— he moans, he trembles and quakes and ruts— and he wakes up. In heated sweat, and as we know it: A mortifying soak within his pants that makes Jayce's blood run cold as soon as he realizes it. Oh Gods above. ]
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Good boy. [ Thumb wet, he smears it through the corner of the man's lips as he rotates his hand to gently grasp his chin. ] Would you like a reward?
[ Leaning in, he smiles as he slides a foot between spread thighs that visibly quiver with exertion and anticipation, firm muscles testing the strength of the fabric covering them. Viktor presses the top of his foot up against the inseam and then pulls back, a thoughtful caress to the underside of his bulge. Wordlessly watching, eyes on the man's face, he steps down to fit the arch of his foot across the wet strain of his erection. ]
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But his brain could fool him. Jayce's eyes flit down to the other's lips coming closer, just close enough that he could imagine the rest, feel the scent of his nose and heat pricking his cheeks. It's the "reward" in question that is not a kiss, or the tease of one that he so expects, but the slide of the toside of a foot that makes Jayce's eyes pop wide behind his mask, jolt in his place, but not flee from his spot. Jayce's thighs close tight until knees knock against one another, his breathing sputtering with the edges of a moan strangled tight. The undeniable heat rises, and Jayce pursues it by rising from his heels, his gasp held to the blessed friction applied to the wheeping mess of his cock.
From there, it only takes two more strokes for the desperate build up to release. Was it a terrible idea? Yes. Did he care? Not as much as he should have, but he would. Climax comes for him almost too suddenly, in the hanging of his lips against cleverly dominant fingers tipping his face up, cradling him as his eyes rolled to the surge of his peak.. V-— he thinks. Vi— he moans, he trembles and quakes and ruts— and he wakes up. In heated sweat, and as we know it: A mortifying soak within his pants that makes Jayce's blood run cold as soon as he realizes it. Oh Gods above. ]