[ jayce knows he's never had so much love lathed on him and never will again if he's apart from viktor. kisses, names, words and caresses fill him up with an overwhelming happiness. it's no wonder he has so many wrinkles at his age, with the amount of expression he bears no matter the moment: this time, his eyebrows curve for a different reason. rather than worry that scrunches them up, it is an awed flavor of loving disbelief. he doesn't even know what to say, his lips apart but no words upon them. ]
I . . . [ he hopes it doesn't come to that, but— jayce, still fumbling with his words, traces a line down viktor's prominent cheekbones, down to his chin, where he can rest his index and thumb between flesh. the gap closes, to be rewarded with a tight smile and wet eyes. to be so loved was a blessing. to be tangled in limbs and musks and the sweet, sticky result of that love was . . . beyond words. ] I swear to make you the happiest man that could exist.
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I . . . [ he hopes it doesn't come to that, but— jayce, still fumbling with his words, traces a line down viktor's prominent cheekbones, down to his chin, where he can rest his index and thumb between flesh. the gap closes, to be rewarded with a tight smile and wet eyes. to be so loved was a blessing. to be tangled in limbs and musks and the sweet, sticky result of that love was . . . beyond words. ] I swear to make you the happiest man that could exist.