"Fuck, I'm sorry, sorry love," he murmurs when Viktor chokes. He knows Viktor doesn't always mind but they are about to go to a party, where he may need to talk comfortably. Jayce anxiously pats his hair as he teeters and luckily he really is close so he doesn't need to go all in on Viktor's throat. He thrusts shallow into Viktor's mouth but faster so it will still get him where he needs, his fingers tightening in Viktor's hair as he gets closer.

He presses his forehead against the headboard and moans loudly, pulling on it with his hand to hold on as he orgasms, shutting his eyes tightly and having to hold himself up as his knees go weak. Jayce is panting as he comes down and purposely slides himself out of Viktor's mouth, luckily already swallowed so clean should remain. But he needs to sink onto the bed, knees framing Viktor's waist.

He looks very content when his eyes open again and the hazy gold admires his face as per usual. "Love you." Jayce smiles, dreamy, and kisses him.