[ To have Jayce's hands on him—Viktor doesn't know if he's ever felt something better, nor will he ever in the future. It's like they were made to hold him, to cup his face or drape over his shoulder or rub against his spine, holding him close and enveloping his waist and spreading him open. Viktor wants to feel those hands inside of him, wants to melt all the barriers between his body and Jayce's until they mesh into a single entity. He imagines their bodies made up of nebulas, cosmic radiance, and magic, and he knows that it's a memory rather than a fanciful daydream. It brings tears to his eyes, welling in the corners and spilling over as a single tear that runs down his cheek.
He leans in for a kiss, tasting the salt between them, uncertain himself if it was the taste of joy or sorrow; perhaps both. ]
I love you, Jayce Talis. [ His heart swells as he says it, knowing it's true down to the marrow of his bones and the core of his essence. The gentle touch between his legs sends fire racing up his spine, and he leans in to bite at that pretty swollen bottom lip, stealing it back from Jayce. ] I need you again, need to come on your fingers.
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He leans in for a kiss, tasting the salt between them, uncertain himself if it was the taste of joy or sorrow; perhaps both. ]
I love you, Jayce Talis. [ His heart swells as he says it, knowing it's true down to the marrow of his bones and the core of his essence. The gentle touch between his legs sends fire racing up his spine, and he leans in to bite at that pretty swollen bottom lip, stealing it back from Jayce. ] I need you again, need to come on your fingers.