[ Viktor chuckles as Jayce melts down into his bed, clinging to him like Viktor had suggested he leave instead of enjoy it even further. He reaches down to run fond fingers through Jayce's hair—ones that he hadn't just been eating with, careful not to get grease into the beautiful brown locks. Looking down, meeting that loving gaze, fills him with such warmth that it feels like watching the sun rise. ]
Any requests? [ Looking to the side table, he cocks his head to read the spines of the books stacked up on one corner of it. ] And you might need to let go of me long enough to get a drink, love.
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Any requests? [ Looking to the side table, he cocks his head to read the spines of the books stacked up on one corner of it. ] And you might need to let go of me long enough to get a drink, love.