[ Returning the kiss, keeping it chaste but by no means devoid of love, Viktor nuzzles his face against Jayce's jaw. He wants to burrow into him and never leave, to make a home out of his heart and live there in the quiet warmth of their love. Perhaps it's cold of him to say that he'd forsake his family and all that he knows, but for Jayce, it would be a small price to pay in comparison to the agony of losing him.
The confession makes him pull away enough that he can look up and into Jayce's eyes, those mossy wells of intellect and humor. Maybe he's reading into the words farther than he should, but they prompt him to lift a hand and smooth the hair back from Jayce's face. ]
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The confession makes him pull away enough that he can look up and into Jayce's eyes, those mossy wells of intellect and humor. Maybe he's reading into the words farther than he should, but they prompt him to lift a hand and smooth the hair back from Jayce's face. ]
I... think I know what you mean.