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“Care to explain?” Viktor lifted the object of Jayce’s equal parts horror and arousal into the scathing morning light.
A pretty, pink bunny dress, bows lining the chests, and accented with wisps of white fur.
“I-it’s not for you!“ His voice escaped him an octave higher, the squeak of a man mortally embarrassed by his own offering.
“Eh, that much is quite obvious.” Viktor chuckled knowingly, it would have fallen off him even if he wanted to fit it.
“You know how you said you wanted to try—“ he knew exactly what he meant to say but still insisted on floundering.
Viktor had let it slip one night in the car after dinner with Jayce’s mom. Bathed in the red of the stoplight and molten with wine, it had escaped him like a sudden sneeze.
Jayce wasn’t vanilla but it had still caught him momentarily off guard—so much so he missed the light—when Viktor let out that he wanted to fuck him like a limp, pliant sex doll.
Or, the Christmas, Jayvik, dollification fic that I felt the world was lacking for some reason.