[ Viktor hums at the kiss and the sweet domesticity of it all. He's never thought that this could be something that he wanted, that he would crave a simple morning spending time in a cottage with his lover, and yet here they are. There will never be a future where he gives up the pursuit of knowledge and innovation, but... well, certainly there can be a version of his life with both sides of this coin, held so tenderly in Jayce's capable hands.

A gear turning through space, blue light and stars. It gives Viktor an idea that he squirrels away for later.

Picking up the toast, he bites into it and a moan cuts through Jayce's plans for the day. Viktor covers his mouth, a bit sheepish about the noise and also to hide his chewing, but the taste is perfect—rich and hearty but also surprisingly light portions with a homeyness to it that he's not had from his parents' kitchens. ]

This is delicious, my heart. [ Once Jayce's shoes are off, Viktor tugs at the back of his shirt to try and get him deeper into the bed. ] Why not get some more rest? You couldn't have gotten more than a couple of hours last night.