[ jayce hobbles around the fairly small space to grab the perfect things for another perfect moment: the best of his wash products, which, isn't exactly a lot, but it's what he has of the best that he'd wish to share. soap, more oils, spices and things his mother had sent him when he started writing to her about his heart— she wanted him smelling good for viktor. the bottle he tips into the tub already starts creating some scented foams that would treat them well, but . . . he may have put in too much? comically? truth be told, jayce has never used this before.
just as jayce levels himself with the tub's inside and steps within it (clutching the sides, right then left), he lowers into the filling water and sighs at the heat. immediately, he's making room for viktor, bending and spreading his legs to save a spot just for him. the question gsts his brows to raise high and his teeth to flash ungil his cheeks rounded like rosey apples. ]
I was going to surprise you soon. [ but at least they're on the same page. ] It sounds exciting.
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just as jayce levels himself with the tub's inside and steps within it (clutching the sides, right then left), he lowers into the filling water and sighs at the heat. immediately, he's making room for viktor, bending and spreading his legs to save a spot just for him. the question gsts his brows to raise high and his teeth to flash ungil his cheeks rounded like rosey apples. ]
I was going to surprise you soon. [ but at least they're on the same page. ] It sounds exciting.