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[ Viktor laughs at that, not having intended to invoke their previous flirting but happy for the coincidence. ]
I did say I could tame you, didn't I?
[ Smiling as he leans in, one hand smoothing up Jayce's chest to cup the back of his neck, Viktor kisses him again but more slowly this time, exploratory. He wants to catalog the shape of Jayce's lips and the way his beautiful eyes fall half-closed when they're close like this. Though Viktor has no intention of making this a one-time escapade, he can't help feeling something in his gut telling him to cherish Jayce and the fact that they can do this, together.
He pulls back, hand traveling higher to twirl a long piece of hair between his fingers as he looks over Jayce's face. ]
I need you to know that I don't intend for this to be a simple dalliance.
I did say I could tame you, didn't I?
[ Smiling as he leans in, one hand smoothing up Jayce's chest to cup the back of his neck, Viktor kisses him again but more slowly this time, exploratory. He wants to catalog the shape of Jayce's lips and the way his beautiful eyes fall half-closed when they're close like this. Though Viktor has no intention of making this a one-time escapade, he can't help feeling something in his gut telling him to cherish Jayce and the fact that they can do this, together.
He pulls back, hand traveling higher to twirl a long piece of hair between his fingers as he looks over Jayce's face. ]
I need you to know that I don't intend for this to be a simple dalliance.
[ at this rate he'll never stop smiling. luckily, the more he purses his lips and allows his eyes a half lidded paradise, he falls into place: another wonderful kiss. now that the crazy, adrenaline induced frenzy has simmered with their migration to a chair, jayce can take his time, falling into an easy synchroneity, matching in viktor's rhythm— like pouring water into a cup. even before viktor speaks his honesty, jayce is on the same page. it's not just about the promiscuity of it. it's the intimacy, above all.
he can test the softness of viktor's thin lips against his own, now, he can observe if his beard or whiskers tickle him, how he tastes and how his tongue purls. jayce's flow becomes lazy and content, relinquishing a delighted, curt whimper, while his hands find more ground, not only settling but stroking the stretch of viktor's pants over his leg with a working thumb and circling fingers.
he doesn't want to ever let him go, even when he feels this torrent of intimate togetherness coming to another end, urging him to pull back— he does so closely, marveling and pressing his slickened lips together. he has to shake his head, slow and deliberate. he never thought about him that way. ]
You're so much more than that, [ jayce croons softly, feeling his head dip to the fingers that card into his hair. he studies viktor's face closely, measuring his angles and his moles, padding a thumb to the sharp dip of his cheekbone. ] I . . . even made plans to court you, tonight.
[ he says with comical sheepishness, the saddled horses outside probably a little more than impatient that they're not being used. perhaps jayce should've put the saddle on himself.
he leaves that horrible joke in the crevice of his thoughts to never see the light of day. ]
Even if I thought I didn't have a chance.
he can test the softness of viktor's thin lips against his own, now, he can observe if his beard or whiskers tickle him, how he tastes and how his tongue purls. jayce's flow becomes lazy and content, relinquishing a delighted, curt whimper, while his hands find more ground, not only settling but stroking the stretch of viktor's pants over his leg with a working thumb and circling fingers.
he doesn't want to ever let him go, even when he feels this torrent of intimate togetherness coming to another end, urging him to pull back— he does so closely, marveling and pressing his slickened lips together. he has to shake his head, slow and deliberate. he never thought about him that way. ]
You're so much more than that, [ jayce croons softly, feeling his head dip to the fingers that card into his hair. he studies viktor's face closely, measuring his angles and his moles, padding a thumb to the sharp dip of his cheekbone. ] I . . . even made plans to court you, tonight.
[ he says with comical sheepishness, the saddled horses outside probably a little more than impatient that they're not being used. perhaps jayce should've put the saddle on himself.
he leaves that horrible joke in the crevice of his thoughts to never see the light of day. ]
Even if I thought I didn't have a chance.
[ Oh, that whimper is divine, quickly bookmarked to return to later so Viktor can draw more of those sounds from Jayce's plush lips. For now, he smooths his hand back down the side of Jayce's face, cupping his jaw and running this thumb over the curls of his beard. They need to talk about the fact that they're seeing color, too, and Viktor wonders—hopes—that soon he might get to soak up the rest of Jayce's coloring, too. ]
You— [ He laughs at that, not unkindly but certainly surprised. The timing is impeccable, even if Viktor had perhaps jumped the gun, so to speak. ] Well, I shouldn't rob you of that, if you'd still like to.
[ Tilting his head to the side, he runs his hand back through Jayce's hair to push it from where it had fallen into his face amidst all the passion. Viktor can't get over how handsome he is, how perfectly unique and yet totally familiar he is in Viktor's eyes. ]
Seems we had the same unnecessary worry.
You— [ He laughs at that, not unkindly but certainly surprised. The timing is impeccable, even if Viktor had perhaps jumped the gun, so to speak. ] Well, I shouldn't rob you of that, if you'd still like to.
[ Tilting his head to the side, he runs his hand back through Jayce's hair to push it from where it had fallen into his face amidst all the passion. Viktor can't get over how handsome he is, how perfectly unique and yet totally familiar he is in Viktor's eyes. ]
Seems we had the same unnecessary worry.
[ oh, and he will. a romantic sap at heart and no where to really put it until now, jayce fully plans on wooing viktor every day. his gut tells him: every day of his life. he nods with refound enthusiasm and takes it to heart. even if he still has . . . some concerns, it has no place in a moment he'll cherish until he becomes all old and grey. he doesn't want to ruin this.
so he says, with a hand lidding the top of viktor's knuckles and embracing it within his palm, ]
Your eyes are beautiful.
so he says, with a hand lidding the top of viktor's knuckles and embracing it within his palm, ]
Your eyes are beautiful.
[ It's so tender compared to the hurried passion of earlier, and Viktor finds that he welcomes both equally. Having Jayce's large hand nearly covering his own, he rotates his hand in the grasp so they can slot their fingers together. Viktor never really pegged himself to be one for such little signs of affection, but it feels as natural as breathing with Jayce. ]
So are yours. [ A beat. ] Do you have a mirror? We should see if we're able to see our own eye colors. [ It's an attempt to put science into practice when the situation feels more magical than anything that can be quantified. ]
So are yours. [ A beat. ] Do you have a mirror? We should see if we're able to see our own eye colors. [ It's an attempt to put science into practice when the situation feels more magical than anything that can be quantified. ]
[ his heart is pulling stunts at something as simple as braiding fingers. it's probably not a good feel, is it? jayce's hands are riddled with broad callouses, scars from burns or miscalculations. they're rough worker hands not at all fit for petting or sweet carresses, but he still wants to feel them brush, feel the space of such delicate, nimble fingers filling the gaps like they were the correct keys to opening him up.
there's a square tack room mirror in between the racks of saddles and champion bow ties. jayce hasn't made use for it until today, when he had to check up on his appearance and groom up moments before they met. but . . . ]
We'd have to get up.
[ his words are a little coy, a bit reluctant— but good humored. he'll get up at the drop of a hat if viktor really wanted to.
or maybe not. maybe they could scoot over to proper view. jayce may be plotting the distance and force needed, adjusting his hold into a full body embrace with safety in mind— ]
there's a square tack room mirror in between the racks of saddles and champion bow ties. jayce hasn't made use for it until today, when he had to check up on his appearance and groom up moments before they met. but . . . ]
We'd have to get up.
[ his words are a little coy, a bit reluctant— but good humored. he'll get up at the drop of a hat if viktor really wanted to.
or maybe not. maybe they could scoot over to proper view. jayce may be plotting the distance and force needed, adjusting his hold into a full body embrace with safety in mind— ]
[In many ways, Jayce's lack of response is unsatisfying no matter how Viktor looks at it: scientifically, practically, emotionally. He sets the chalk back down, and turns fully from the board, just in time to see a perplexingly soft look, and then Jayce's struggle to hoist himself from the chair. The only thing more unsettling here than to have his questions unanswered is to watch Jayce -- the Man of Progress; the Golden Boy of Piltover; a solid pillar of a man -- grapple with something as simple as standing. He isn't meant to be the broken one. It doesn't suit his proud frame.
Viktor says nothing as Jayce pays him a compliment, (although he does spare the slightest arch of brow,) and only watches as the other man makes his way over to the board. Viktor takes the smallest step aside, as he expects Jayce to finish the formula; to fill in the missing variables as he has so many times before, but he is surprised when it gets little more than a glance. It seems Viktor himself is to be the center of his attention. This does not bode well, considering the other man's cryptic statements in regards to the future.Their future?
Viktor exhales a thoughtful little hm, and tilts his head to the side. Jayce should know better than to think this is the end of his inquiries, but against Viktor's wheeling thoughts, he only offers a deceptively mild:]
It must be something rather important then, if it's worth risking messing with the space-time continuum.
[This is not the end of their conversation. In fact, it is very much an invitation for Jayce to provide information of his own volition. His Jayce would know that. Would this Jayce?
In the future, after this event, when Viktor has the time and clarity to really analyze the situation, he still won't fully be able to quantify what makes him reach out to this Jayce, but honestly? The answer might be as simple as affection. He has gotten far too comfortable with Jayce's presence in the last few months, and perhaps a little too bold with his hands. The still have the guise of professionalism to maintain, after all, amongst...other things.
All the same, his hand lands against that broad chest. He's not practiced in comfort, and they all know he hasn't the strength to help steady another -- his own rebellious body is a trial most days -- so his gesture ends up being nothing more than smoothing down the stubborn label of Jayce's jacket. It's a tiny, finite gesture in a universe of infinite possibilities, but in the simplest terms: it's connection. Something that Viktor would guess this Jayce has not seen in some time.]
You should know this, but -- I will help you, if I can.
Viktor says nothing as Jayce pays him a compliment, (although he does spare the slightest arch of brow,) and only watches as the other man makes his way over to the board. Viktor takes the smallest step aside, as he expects Jayce to finish the formula; to fill in the missing variables as he has so many times before, but he is surprised when it gets little more than a glance. It seems Viktor himself is to be the center of his attention. This does not bode well, considering the other man's cryptic statements in regards to the future.
Viktor exhales a thoughtful little hm, and tilts his head to the side. Jayce should know better than to think this is the end of his inquiries, but against Viktor's wheeling thoughts, he only offers a deceptively mild:]
It must be something rather important then, if it's worth risking messing with the space-time continuum.
[This is not the end of their conversation. In fact, it is very much an invitation for Jayce to provide information of his own volition. His Jayce would know that. Would this Jayce?
In the future, after this event, when Viktor has the time and clarity to really analyze the situation, he still won't fully be able to quantify what makes him reach out to this Jayce, but honestly? The answer might be as simple as affection. He has gotten far too comfortable with Jayce's presence in the last few months, and perhaps a little too bold with his hands. The still have the guise of professionalism to maintain, after all, amongst...other things.
All the same, his hand lands against that broad chest. He's not practiced in comfort, and they all know he hasn't the strength to help steady another -- his own rebellious body is a trial most days -- so his gesture ends up being nothing more than smoothing down the stubborn label of Jayce's jacket. It's a tiny, finite gesture in a universe of infinite possibilities, but in the simplest terms: it's connection. Something that Viktor would guess this Jayce has not seen in some time.]
You should know this, but -- I will help you, if I can.
[ Viktor has the exact opposite opinion of Jayce's hands, loving that they feel like they've been used to live a life. He knows what those calluses are from a passion for his work, the scar tissue drawing a map of the progress he's made in his artform. Viktor's hands are those of a thinker, but Jayce's are those of a doer.
Humming, a little thoughtful and a lot dismissive, he shakes his head. ]
Later. [ But he can feel Jayce's arms around him move and tighten, and it's easy to anticipate what he has in mind even if it's unthinkable. ] Jayce, no, do not pick me up!
Humming, a little thoughtful and a lot dismissive, he shakes his head. ]
Later. [ But he can feel Jayce's arms around him move and tighten, and it's easy to anticipate what he has in mind even if it's unthinkable. ] Jayce, no, do not pick me up!
[ jayce, no?
his fingers squeeze, he inhales, jayce hooks a good foot to the chair's leg and does something a little worse than standing to carry him, only because he feels his leg would not take kindly—
so, he scoots. he scoots and makes the chair groan terribly with each sputter of groaning wood to the ground, making his way to at least face said mirror and get close enough to see themselves in it. every shuffle is a bounce of viktor in his arms, and a jolt of jayce's body to offer the momentum for it.
he is smiling like a child who's done something crafty the entire time. jayce, yes. ]
his fingers squeeze, he inhales, jayce hooks a good foot to the chair's leg and does something a little worse than standing to carry him, only because he feels his leg would not take kindly—
so, he scoots. he scoots and makes the chair groan terribly with each sputter of groaning wood to the ground, making his way to at least face said mirror and get close enough to see themselves in it. every shuffle is a bounce of viktor in his arms, and a jolt of jayce's body to offer the momentum for it.
he is smiling like a child who's done something crafty the entire time. jayce, yes. ]
[ Very much prepared to become dead weight in Jayce's arms if it helps save his leg from being sacrificed, Viktor is surprised to feel them moving horizontally rather than vertically. Blinking a moment, he rolls his eyes but laughs all the same. Jayce sure looks smug as he scrapes his way across the floor, and it does have the intended result of getting them to a mirror even if it isn't totally dignified.
Good. Viktor hates having to act dignified all the time. ]
You're ridiculous. [ Instead of looking in the mirror, he looks at Jayce and then leans in to kiss him because... he can. Right? Jayce has voiced intentions to court Viktor properly, but that doesn't mean they have to go back to pretending they aren't smitten with each other, does it?
Another kiss for good measure, this time lasting a few beats longer, before he turns to face the mirror. ] Nothing. I suppose that means we have different eye colors. [ He's assuming that he's now able to see the exact shade of Jayce's eyes, no matter the source, because magical or not, that would follow at least a little bit of logic. ] Incredible.
Good. Viktor hates having to act dignified all the time. ]
You're ridiculous. [ Instead of looking in the mirror, he looks at Jayce and then leans in to kiss him because... he can. Right? Jayce has voiced intentions to court Viktor properly, but that doesn't mean they have to go back to pretending they aren't smitten with each other, does it?
Another kiss for good measure, this time lasting a few beats longer, before he turns to face the mirror. ] Nothing. I suppose that means we have different eye colors. [ He's assuming that he's now able to see the exact shade of Jayce's eyes, no matter the source, because magical or not, that would follow at least a little bit of logic. ] Incredible.
[ absolutely not.
this is all part of charming him, whether viktor is even aware of that or not. if he gets a kiss for his ridiculousness, then color him pleasantly surprised— jayce's rizz levels are so low it's creating a feedback loop where it's indescribably high. feeling viktor lean into him to press their mouths makes him feel elated; he kisses back, both times, and looks quite proud of himself, if not accidentally sheepish, to have managed it.
there is a mirror to look into, now. only shades of grey, except for the striking contrast of a deep, honey amber. speaking of that . . . jayce could now see them from afar. viktor decking his lap, a big arm keeping him steady. it's lavishly attractive. ]
This isn't ordinary, Viktor, [ he starts, seemingly lost in the way he's simply . . . watching them. watching viktor, specifically, as his arm drapes further around him. they're born colorblind, the rarest of the condition, they happen to meet and suddenly— they see each other's eyecolor, but not their own? ] what do you think?
this is all part of charming him, whether viktor is even aware of that or not. if he gets a kiss for his ridiculousness, then color him pleasantly surprised— jayce's rizz levels are so low it's creating a feedback loop where it's indescribably high. feeling viktor lean into him to press their mouths makes him feel elated; he kisses back, both times, and looks quite proud of himself, if not accidentally sheepish, to have managed it.
there is a mirror to look into, now. only shades of grey, except for the striking contrast of a deep, honey amber. speaking of that . . . jayce could now see them from afar. viktor decking his lap, a big arm keeping him steady. it's lavishly attractive. ]
This isn't ordinary, Viktor, [ he starts, seemingly lost in the way he's simply . . . watching them. watching viktor, specifically, as his arm drapes further around him. they're born colorblind, the rarest of the condition, they happen to meet and suddenly— they see each other's eyecolor, but not their own? ] what do you think?
I always trust you.
[ Offered like a boring fact of life, a "duh"-worthy comment. ]
But face-to-face delivery would be best for accuracy.
[ Offered like a boring fact of life, a "duh"-worthy comment. ]
But face-to-face delivery would be best for accuracy.
[ Viktor is enjoying this somewhat new, more playful and casual side of Jayce that's been peeking out from under his gruff exterior. It makes him wonder what he might have been like before his accident, or if he's always tried to be serious when he wasn't in the right setting for vulnerability. He gives him a third peck on the cheek, right where it rounds out with pride, just for good measure. ]
I was thinking the same thing. [ But he's a man of science rather than superstition, no matter how often he's caught himself wondering how much more there was to the world. Magic, after all, was just science that hadn't been properly studied and explained yet. ] I think that you deserve to have us follow through with your wooing plans, and we should see if anything in the world around us shows the same colors.
I was thinking the same thing. [ But he's a man of science rather than superstition, no matter how often he's caught himself wondering how much more there was to the world. Magic, after all, was just science that hadn't been properly studied and explained yet. ] I think that you deserve to have us follow through with your wooing plans, and we should see if anything in the world around us shows the same colors.
[ jayce goddamn blushes when he looks away, a smile on his lips betraying the shake of his head— on top of getting a third, calling it his wooing plans made it him feel terribly corny!! he must digress, though. not only does he still want to properly win his heart, jayce is also deathly curious about what other colors he'd see. ]
Sounds like a plan.
[ that would also require getting up, but . . . it's for a motivating cause. before jayce does that, though— he fixes his feet to the ground properly, trains his gaze to the other man and accordingly studies his features. he looks into his eyes— and looks so deeply it's as if he was seeing right through his soul.
he was so pretty. and smart. was he really having this chance? he smiles with his eyes, first. his lips follow suite, receiving a flash akin to memory in his mind— viktor looking at him with a lethal glance. the kind to make his heart skip.
he's always imagining things. with a huff of a laugh, all mysterious, he offers his hand to take viktor's, to steady him from his lap.
viktor did say he could tame him. such was the budding result: it's been a very long time since jayce had felt a little more like that younger, fantastical jayce who'd be too touchy for his own good, bright and charismatic, interacting with his surroundings as easy as he'd breathe. ]
Sounds like a plan.
[ that would also require getting up, but . . . it's for a motivating cause. before jayce does that, though— he fixes his feet to the ground properly, trains his gaze to the other man and accordingly studies his features. he looks into his eyes— and looks so deeply it's as if he was seeing right through his soul.
he was so pretty. and smart. was he really having this chance? he smiles with his eyes, first. his lips follow suite, receiving a flash akin to memory in his mind— viktor looking at him with a lethal glance. the kind to make his heart skip.
he's always imagining things. with a huff of a laugh, all mysterious, he offers his hand to take viktor's, to steady him from his lap.
viktor did say he could tame him. such was the budding result: it's been a very long time since jayce had felt a little more like that younger, fantastical jayce who'd be too touchy for his own good, bright and charismatic, interacting with his surroundings as easy as he'd breathe. ]
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[ The wooing would, unfortunately, require dismounting Jayce in order to mount a real horse, but that doesn't mean that Viktor is eager to leave his lap. It seems like the feeling is mutual, at least, because instead of making any move to get up, Jayce starts... staring at him. Viktor feels a blush heat his cheeks as their eyes lock, and at least he gets to focus on staring back at Jayce, into him, and he has a brief thought of what his soul must look like, something like a jeweled crown embedded in his forehead. Strange, how Viktor is only prone to fanciful imagery when it comes to Jayce.
He touches his fingertips to the center of Jayce's forehead, right where the multicolored jewels had come together at a point. Smoothing Jayce's hair back from his face, Viktor traces down his temple and jawline when he drums his fingers gently, thoughtfully. ] And you'll allow me to court you in return?
He touches his fingertips to the center of Jayce's forehead, right where the multicolored jewels had come together at a point. Smoothing Jayce's hair back from his face, Viktor traces down his temple and jawline when he drums his fingers gently, thoughtfully. ] And you'll allow me to court you in return?
[ jayce's eyes widen for a moment. court— him? of course this was going to be a mutual process, but hearing it outloud . . . it flusters him in the most pleasant way. he hadn't been expecting to hear it, but then again— when did jayce really expect anything when it came to viktor? the man was a capricious seductor . . . (says jayce).
his lips part in a way that bubbles concern to his lips. he's about to ask. say something. would your family ever accept me? his eyes dart in contemplation.
jayce presses his fallen lips together in a pursed smile, keeps the worry lidded. still not a good time. he's too weak to resist viktor, and too steadfast to give up on him. still raising viktor's hand with his, he takes a gander at charming him, pressing his lips to the top of his knuckles in gallant gesture. ]
That's not my choice to make, [ he assures, then softly adds, mildly abashed: ] but I'd like it.
his lips part in a way that bubbles concern to his lips. he's about to ask. say something. would your family ever accept me? his eyes dart in contemplation.
jayce presses his fallen lips together in a pursed smile, keeps the worry lidded. still not a good time. he's too weak to resist viktor, and too steadfast to give up on him. still raising viktor's hand with his, he takes a gander at charming him, pressing his lips to the top of his knuckles in gallant gesture. ]
That's not my choice to make, [ he assures, then softly adds, mildly abashed: ] but I'd like it.
[ Already preparing to rebut Jayce's objection, Viktor is pleased to see it doesn't get voiced. While he sees them as equals and would never wish to silence Jayce, that extends to any qualms he may or may not have about what he deserves. They're in this together, now, and that means equal efforts in wooing, flirting, and general courtship. ]
I hope I can live up to expectations. [ The kiss to the back of his hand should feel ridiculous, but instead it just sets some butterflies free to fly around his stomach. ] I've never tried before, so it may be rather experimental.
I hope I can live up to expectations. [ The kiss to the back of his hand should feel ridiculous, but instead it just sets some butterflies free to fly around his stomach. ] I've never tried before, so it may be rather experimental.
[ he can't believe that. it's up they go. jayce is the first to jolt for viktor's cane once he finds it on the ground, discarded in their fervor. oh, he's going to think about this all night, isn't he. the pit of his stomach burns hot. ]
—Never? [ well. it's not as if jayce is any different. shots would be made in his direction, but he'd never really pursue someone out of genuine interest in them. jayce's incredulous "o" shaped mouth slides into a grin that still seems disbelieving. ] And you still manage to blow away all expectations . . .
[ viktor, if anything, is beyond clever. ]
—Never? [ well. it's not as if jayce is any different. shots would be made in his direction, but he'd never really pursue someone out of genuine interest in them. jayce's incredulous "o" shaped mouth slides into a grin that still seems disbelieving. ] And you still manage to blow away all expectations . . .
[ viktor, if anything, is beyond clever. ]
[ you're worth everything, but that may be coming on too strong, too soon. he just got here, with a previously pearly white piltover coat, now a muddy mesh of greys and deep browns, smeared crimsons and unkept tears, held togsther by the makeshift buckles from his boots and belt. he has thick grime under his nails, smells of magical putresence and probably looks a little insane. sick at worst. the affirmation of a certain something being very important is conferred, instead, by a telling raise of his brows and a slight cant of his head to the side.
yes. it's very important. you, viktor, are very important.
the heart within the curls of his ribs gives a leap, along with the rest of his that looks eerily like a flinch. not back, or retreating, only— surprised. and lacking in much, much time around people. around his thriving love language: touch. it makes him melt uncontrollably under his weathered exterior, the pinch between both his brows giving a quiver. before viktor could think to pull away, he must—
he connects, a dirty, bandaged hand over the top of viktor's, to keep it closer to the rise of his chest. ]
I know.
[ he knows they'd do the same for each other. it's— a lot to take in, all of this, but he is genuine. he hasn't forgotten anything about viktor. he is still imperfectly perfect. jayce hangs onto this moment of contact like a treasured gem, and will allow viktor to slip from his fingers whenever he wants. ]
—Want me to finish it?
[ he gestures to the board with only his head. even eith an answer, it's not like they'll get everything done immediately. they'd need to right circumstances, the right amount of power. have the hexgates even been overused—?
he may be here a while. if he's here on purpose, he'd best make it worth it. ]
yes. it's very important. you, viktor, are very important.
the heart within the curls of his ribs gives a leap, along with the rest of his that looks eerily like a flinch. not back, or retreating, only— surprised. and lacking in much, much time around people. around his thriving love language: touch. it makes him melt uncontrollably under his weathered exterior, the pinch between both his brows giving a quiver. before viktor could think to pull away, he must—
he connects, a dirty, bandaged hand over the top of viktor's, to keep it closer to the rise of his chest. ]
I know.
[ he knows they'd do the same for each other. it's— a lot to take in, all of this, but he is genuine. he hasn't forgotten anything about viktor. he is still imperfectly perfect. jayce hangs onto this moment of contact like a treasured gem, and will allow viktor to slip from his fingers whenever he wants. ]
—Want me to finish it?
[ he gestures to the board with only his head. even eith an answer, it's not like they'll get everything done immediately. they'd need to right circumstances, the right amount of power. have the hexgates even been overused—?
he may be here a while. if he's here on purpose, he'd best make it worth it. ]
]Oh, you meant now.
I was going to head home, but I can stay at the lab.
I was going to head home, but I can stay at the lab.
[ Standing with a bit of a stretch, Viktor takes his cane with a soft word of thanks. Now that they're both upright, he somehow feels even more lewd about how easily he'd taken a seat in Jayce's lap, how seamlessly they had slotted together. ]
Never. [ Not in the traditional, means-to-an-actual-ends sort of sense. He's not sure if he should explain any further, but Jayce's expression cuts him short. A second later, he says that and makes Viktor blush all over again. ] Never courted someone! Nor been courted. That's all I meant.
Never. [ Not in the traditional, means-to-an-actual-ends sort of sense. He's not sure if he should explain any further, but Jayce's expression cuts him short. A second later, he says that and makes Viktor blush all over again. ] Never courted someone! Nor been courted. That's all I meant.
[ they'd gotten a bit carried away, hadn't they . . . the rush of an emotional ride was strong enough to whisk anyone into a riddled, pleasured mess. and the near scary part was that if it went any further— oh, he tries to divert that thought. it is going places that made his turn darker all by himself. ]
Even with that, we're the same.
[ time to . . . unlock the door. christ, he even locked the door in his worried haste. how'd that even look? that he wanted to bed him right then and there?
he hopes that wasn't the impression he's left. ]
I'm— sorry, about earlier. [ his lack of reaction that looked very much like a rejection. ] I didn't know what to do on the spot, and . . . I couldn't believe it.
Even with that, we're the same.
[ time to . . . unlock the door. christ, he even locked the door in his worried haste. how'd that even look? that he wanted to bed him right then and there?
he hopes that wasn't the impression he's left. ]
I'm— sorry, about earlier. [ his lack of reaction that looked very much like a rejection. ] I didn't know what to do on the spot, and . . . I couldn't believe it.
Now that is difficult to believe. [ Looking at Jayce, Viktor highly doubts that no one has ever taken a fancy to him. If he has always been as single-minded in his passion for equestrian technology, it stands to reason that he never accepted any advances; Viktor would bet money that plenty had hoped to be the ones to catch his eye.
How unlikely for Viktor to be the one to finally do it. ]
No apologies are necessary, Jayce. I was being very impulsive. I didn't come here with a plan to accost you. [ The pleased smile on his face is enough evidence that he feels no regret nor guilt about the matter now, though. ] I suppose it's a testament to my previous restraint that you were unaware of my... affection for you.
How unlikely for Viktor to be the one to finally do it. ]
No apologies are necessary, Jayce. I was being very impulsive. I didn't come here with a plan to accost you. [ The pleased smile on his face is enough evidence that he feels no regret nor guilt about the matter now, though. ] I suppose it's a testament to my previous restraint that you were unaware of my... affection for you.
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