[ feeling a wet putter shooting at his face, jayce helps contain the second orgasm between them with a short gasp, a hand on top of the head of viktor's spouting cock and consequently on top of both of them, the muscle in him convulsing with the slack jawed roll of hips, back and shoulder until it's the garbled breathing that steadies him, picks up with him— and immediately stutters at the sight of blood. there's no way he could ride the aftershock with that in sights, and asks, with messy, hovering hands: ]
Viktor? Oh, shit— [ shuffling off viktor's lap and finding balance of his heels, jayce quickly looks around for anything they could use. a table cloth for one of the desks would have to do. ] Here— You okay?
[ says the man of progress with a hand full of dribbling cum and his weeping cock whipped out. ]
[ Coughing, partially because of the way his heart is racing in his chest and how hard he'd been panting for breath, partially because of the blood running from his nose, Viktor groans as Jayce leaves. The warmth fades now that they're not crammed onto the chair together, and Viktor can't help shivering from the contrast of hot blood and seed on his cooling skin. ]
I'm fine. [ He leans back against the chair, head knocking gently against the wood. Taking one look at the offered tablecloth, then the state of his partner standing their soiled and sordid, he laughs again. ] Jayce, it's alright, I promise.
[ Digging into the pocket of his trousers, he draws out a handkerchief and uses it rather than Jayce's offering. A nosebleed isn't unusual for him, but he does understand why it would seem so frightening to Jayce. ] Sorry for killing the moment.
[ well, that's alright. they coukd use this silly cloth for something else— there's no way viktor is going to use the same handkerchief to clean his soiled belly. with a sigh outward and tight lips, jayce's off falls to his side only briefly; he's upon viktor again, spreading his legs to sit on his lap and begin cleaning off the mess he's made. which, was a lot. he's shaking his head as he does so, a curve of his lips reassuring. ]
[ Viktor coughs again as he wipes at his nose and lips, doing his best to sop up the blood but knowing that he'll need to wash his face as well. He's pleased when Jayce returns to him, warm and anchoring while Viktor's head swims a bit from orgasm and blood loss. Looking down to watch as Jayce clean him up, he's quick to run a fingertip through the come before it's all gone and puts the finger in his mouth to taste. It's still between his lips when he looks up at Jayce with a raised eyebrow. ]
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Viktor? Oh, shit— [ shuffling off viktor's lap and finding balance of his heels, jayce quickly looks around for anything they could use. a table cloth for one of the desks would have to do. ] Here— You okay?
[ says the man of progress with a hand full of dribbling cum and his weeping cock whipped out. ]
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I'm fine. [ He leans back against the chair, head knocking gently against the wood. Taking one look at the offered tablecloth, then the state of his partner standing their soiled and sordid, he laughs again. ] Jayce, it's alright, I promise.
[ Digging into the pocket of his trousers, he draws out a handkerchief and uses it rather than Jayce's offering. A nosebleed isn't unusual for him, but he does understand why it would seem so frightening to Jayce. ] Sorry for killing the moment.
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It's not dead yet.
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