[ The rough callus of Jayce's thumb makes Viktor shiver as it rubs over the bite, his neck craning in the opposite direction to expose the column of his neck like he's ready for more. He doesn't care about someone seeing it, would invite the interaction in fact—Viktor was wanted, had someone who hungered for him enough to bite, possessive enough to mark what was theirs. ]

You can't be serious. [ He's smiling as he says it, leaning up to kiss the worried knot of wrinkles between Jayce's thick brows. His partner is so sweet when he's concerned, but it's unnecessary. ] I'm older than the usual marrying age, I'm sure my parents will be thrilled to see there's hope for me yet.