[ another short lived clench, and by the time they pull back, jayce doesn’t leave much space to. for starters, he wanted to keep close, and answer on his tongue just as quickly, but then—
his breathing catches when viktor twinges—
was he okay? had he done something wrong? hand . . . he seen something else? his hands go from cheeks to the back of his neck on one hand, a soothing rub against his fist with the other.
there's so much color in that singular image flashing through his mind right now— viktor, staring back at him with expectant eyes, tilting into him— that he nearly recoils— and holds on to viktor to stay there. ]
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his breathing catches when viktor twinges—
was he okay? had he done something wrong? hand . . . he seen something else? his hands go from cheeks to the back of his neck on one hand, a soothing rub against his fist with the other.
there's so much color in that singular image flashing through his mind right now— viktor, staring back at him with expectant eyes, tilting into him— that he nearly recoils— and holds on to viktor to stay there. ]
—I-I saw it, a few days ago. The same thing—