[ Viktor basks in the touch of his beloved, stretching and bending to bring more skin within reach of those big hands. He could spend the rest of the night like this, slowly and patiently mapping each other's bodies, but he knows that a bath is probably in their future first.

Before anything else, though, is the concern and uncertainty still tugging at Jayce's lovely face. He continues peppering kissed across it, at the lines at the corners of his eyes and where his beard begins and the plump bow of his lips. ]

Jayce, my heart. [ He smooths his hands up to cup Jayce's face, brushing his thumb through his beard in loving strokes. There's no reason to reassure him of something that he doesn't know, variables like his parents' reactions that he can only guess at. He does believe that they'd be happy for him, and it wasn't as if Jayce were completely destitute nor a terrible match. Still, he can promise him one thing. ] Nothing will stop me from marrying you. I'll leave all of this behind to be with you if I have to.