[ 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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It's not dead yet.
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