jayce sputters internally; outwardly, he laughs with a surprised bay, dark skin dawning an even darker wash, charmingly flustered by this now recent turn. part of him wonders how much of a joke it was or if he should take any of the innuendo to heart— but even if he did . . . well, maybe he shouldn't.
still, this talk. this silly, innapropriate banter between two friends, rather than employer and worker. it's quite alright, he thinks. he likes the way viktor is looking at him, likes the way he moves his hands to hide a grin that he'd consider too wide. he liked the appearance of it anyway. the gap in his own pokes out in a smile that is ever tickled. it— makes him feel pleasantly tepid, and flips his stomach left and right.
part of jayce, the worried, cautionary man that has taken too many dangerous falls, warns him. the rest of him ignores it, in favor of the pursuit of something he has never felt, if only for now. it feels right. it feels primal and correct for them. it is natural to want more of something that made his heart feel a touch more complete. it was like looking through a window and seeing . . . something, on the other side. something grand. wanting to touch and grasp and scent but, having the glass wall in the way, and finding it difficult to step outside. ]
I'm a bit of a bronco, [ lies for the most part; he's a gentle, sweet thing. he bucks if he's in the wrong company. or maybe if he's too excited. ] if you can handle that.
[ the charge grows. it is electrifying and addicting.
he finishes with the final screw, and gives the metal frame a suave tap. tink! ]
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jayce sputters internally; outwardly, he laughs with a surprised bay, dark skin dawning an even darker wash, charmingly flustered by this now recent turn. part of him wonders how much of a joke it was or if he should take any of the innuendo to heart— but even if he did . . . well, maybe he shouldn't.
still, this talk. this silly, innapropriate banter between two friends, rather than employer and worker. it's quite alright, he thinks. he likes the way viktor is looking at him, likes the way he moves his hands to hide a grin that he'd consider too wide. he liked the appearance of it anyway. the gap in his own pokes out in a smile that is ever tickled. it— makes him feel pleasantly tepid, and flips his stomach left and right.
part of jayce, the worried, cautionary man that has taken too many dangerous falls, warns him. the rest of him ignores it, in favor of the pursuit of something he has never felt, if only for now. it feels right. it feels primal and correct for them. it is natural to want more of something that made his heart feel a touch more complete. it was like looking through a window and seeing . . . something, on the other side. something grand. wanting to touch and grasp and scent but, having the glass wall in the way, and finding it difficult to step outside. ]
I'm a bit of a bronco, [ lies for the most part; he's a gentle, sweet thing. he bucks if he's in the wrong company. or maybe if he's too excited. ] if you can handle that.
[ the charge grows. it is electrifying and addicting.
he finishes with the final screw, and gives the metal frame a suave tap. tink! ]