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“Mhm– wish I could hold you, lay you over my desk, take care of you as I should.” Jayce confesses. Vik’s collarbones pronounce his chest majestically, but Jayce tries not to focus too much on them or he would come just by admiring him. Every strong feature Viktor has… it always gets him impossibly hard, his jaw, his cheeks, his tight hip bones and his refined legs that could easily fit in his hand… Jayce imagines holding him against his bed, pulling one of them over his shoulders and pounding over Viktor like a fucking wild animal. Maybe that could enlighten Vik’s mood every time he got too frustrated with their projects– “Wish you could feel all of me, giving it all for you.”
“I can't– but I could.” Viktor suggests, considering the possibility. “We can, oh my–” Jayce brings his firm hand to the base of his own cock, preventing himself from getting off and bringing this to an end. Viktor rolls his eyes at the sight, Jayce sprawled over the luxurious chair, neck exposed, ready to be kissed and bitten and-
“I'm, mh, listening,” Jayce manages to say between pants, forcing himself to actually listen to the beautiful, deep, hypnotizing voice that selfishly demands his attention without even asking for it.
“We could… build, a body, for us, mgh–” Viktor whines when he sees Jayce staring at him directly, his huge eyes firm, full of lust yet adoring every sight of his virtual self. “I could give it a use for this– occasions.”
Jayce realizes, even in his lost, heated state, he'd have never thought of the possibility. It could work, right?
They would have to work in the perfect body for Vik's perfect mind, Jayce believes.
“Yeah, I'll give it to you. I– I want to give you everything, Vik, just for you.” Jayce finally says. “I… I want to feel you.” He urges, this time losing his restraint, stroking himself slowly and licking his own lips, trying to imagine how Viktor would feel against his.
“I want to feel you too, Jayce.” Viktor says. “I'd pull your hair, lay you down, palm you over your clothes– I would bite marks on your beautiful skin, ah, I'd- let you use my mouth for whatever you pleased.” Viktor is touching himself, too, through the screen, he appears with his clothes undone, having tried to take them off fast but forgetting them in the end. Vik looks gorgeous, Jayce thinks, trying to speak his mind while his cheeks remain flushed, a delightful pink that makes him look innocent, tender… and so pretty fucking sexy.
“Vik- I– I love you–” Jayce says, it slips easily, like a mantra he never knew he had until now. “Tell me, please-” he asks in surrender, stroking harder, feeling the tension building up, his moans becoming louder with each thrust.
“You're always so strong… so determined–” Viktor says, adoring every word he says. “Come for me, Jay, you've earned it.” Vik smiles, playfully, watching how Jayce breaks down entirely and comes over himself with a low moan that fulfills Viktor’s desires. When he finishes, Jayce looks dazed at Viktor, waiting for him to say,
“Such a good boy– you're always so good for me.”