[ Grinning, though the expression gets squished by Jayce's touch, Viktor laughs into the kiss. He feels a little bad, but not enough to give up his triumphant viktory. Not that it was a competition, but... he is the winner.
He lets Jayce settle down and runs his fingers through those soft chocolate locks, tracing fingertips along the edges of his beard and running over the seam of his lips. ]
What were you thinking about? [ Reaching a little farther down, he dips his fingers beneath the collar of Jayce's shirt and rubs his thumb thoughtfully over one of the lovebites on his neck. ]
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He lets Jayce settle down and runs his fingers through those soft chocolate locks, tracing fingertips along the edges of his beard and running over the seam of his lips. ]
What were you thinking about? [ Reaching a little farther down, he dips his fingers beneath the collar of Jayce's shirt and rubs his thumb thoughtfully over one of the lovebites on his neck. ]