[ If Viktor didn't know any better, he would start to think it was deliberate. Jayce moves his hands like a confident creator, finding the angles of Viktor's legs like he'd put them there. It made him wonder how long Jayce had been paying such close attention from afar, mapping the lines and geometry, and that made him wonder further if it might have started before this project even began.
Wishful thinking.
Still, even if he's given consent to be touched and made his peace with it, that doesn't mean it's any easier to stop his body from reacting. He's touch-starved, through and through, so even the small brushes of a finger or the light press of a knuckle makes him react. Each tense of muscle is followed by a conscious effort to relax again, each intake of breath stifled by a bitten lip. When Jayce traces a finger along the inside of Viktor's leg, by god, it's a herculean task not to shiver. ]
W-well— [ He stops himself short. They're partners, and Viktor has come to think of Jayce as a friend, but that doesn't mean he's interested in his romantic life—or lack thereof. ] Ah, forgive me. It's an inappropriate topic.
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Wishful thinking.
Still, even if he's given consent to be touched and made his peace with it, that doesn't mean it's any easier to stop his body from reacting. He's touch-starved, through and through, so even the small brushes of a finger or the light press of a knuckle makes him react. Each tense of muscle is followed by a conscious effort to relax again, each intake of breath stifled by a bitten lip. When Jayce traces a finger along the inside of Viktor's leg, by god, it's a herculean task not to shiver. ]
W-well— [ He stops himself short. They're partners, and Viktor has come to think of Jayce as a friend, but that doesn't mean he's interested in his romantic life—or lack thereof. ] Ah, forgive me. It's an inappropriate topic.