[ Their hands together gives Viktor a moment to revel in the difference in their sizes, his long and slender, Jayce's thick and strong. They were both hands that could create so much, too, Jayce able to make delicate things like the iron horse he'd gifted Viktor with his proposal. He imagines them adorned with rings and wonders if Jayce will let him pick his out, if they can exchange them equally rather than what was often tradition of the husband choosing both.

With two husbands, they should be allowed to break tradition. ]

Oh no, how scary. My fiancé sneaking into my room to ravish me? Call in the guards.

[ He says it deadpan, obviously sarcastic because... well, it's thrilling in ways that stir the embers smoldering low in his belly. Letting his eyes droop, he rests his head back against Jayce's wide shoulder. ]

May I ask you something... personal?