[ Jayce is already an enticing thing, sitting there were Viktor could so easily touch so much of him. The way his thighs tense beneath his slacks, the nearly imperceptible straightening of this spine that pushes his chest forward, make Viktor long for the privacy of the tack room.
His attention is appropriately dragged back into the land of propriety with the name. It feels like a perfect fit, tickling the back of his mind, but he shakes the feeling off. ]
Warhammer, hm? [ He smiles, reaching for Jayce's hand and putting the reins in his palm. Turning his hand over, he pulls it close enough to kiss his knuckles, looking up at Jayce all the while. ] I suppose something like Anvil would be a little on the nose?
[ Stepping away, he returns to his mare and once again rises into the saddle. He steers her around to stand next to Jayce and Warhammer so he can (gently) kick at Jayce's good leg with his foot. ] Mercury and I like it.
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His attention is appropriately dragged back into the land of propriety with the name. It feels like a perfect fit, tickling the back of his mind, but he shakes the feeling off. ]
Warhammer, hm? [ He smiles, reaching for Jayce's hand and putting the reins in his palm. Turning his hand over, he pulls it close enough to kiss his knuckles, looking up at Jayce all the while. ] I suppose something like Anvil would be a little on the nose?
[ Stepping away, he returns to his mare and once again rises into the saddle. He steers her around to stand next to Jayce and Warhammer so he can (gently) kick at Jayce's good leg with his foot. ] Mercury and I like it.