[ would it be all right, for his hand to venture some? nowhere lewd, he . . .
just wished to touch his hair, again. jayce's fingers flit a little higher from the shoulder, until they start brisking between the little licks of curls at the nape of viktor's neck. his heart doesn't quell, not even for a second. ]
It's okay. [ maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about it, and even then, jayce has decided that viktor should be the one to truly decide. he'd said tomorrow. he plans to keep steady on tomorrow, and still save today. ] Whatever that was . . . We're here, now.
[ where the infinite backdrop of stars shine above them. where they cradle each other under the sky's beautiful blanket and the grass' cool bedding. it makes him remember where he is, now. what he's doing, exactly.
he's got viktor nestled into him and it's— more than he could've asked for, not just today. ever. for someone who had awoken this morning with the resolve to court a man, all with the prospect of difficulty and rejectiom, he's not only gotten more than one kiss— he's falling so hard for him. and where did it all begin—? it feels . . . so much farther back, now.
it's been more than enough time to calm and he still feels— like the knocking in his breast would burst out from so much yearning. has this memory done something to him—? or has viktor? a mesh of both, so intricately intertwined? ]
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just wished to touch his hair, again. jayce's fingers flit a little higher from the shoulder, until they start brisking between the little licks of curls at the nape of viktor's neck. his heart doesn't quell, not even for a second. ]
It's okay. [ maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about it, and even then, jayce has decided that viktor should be the one to truly decide. he'd said tomorrow. he plans to keep steady on tomorrow, and still save today. ] Whatever that was . . . We're here, now.
[ where the infinite backdrop of stars shine above them. where they cradle each other under the sky's beautiful blanket and the grass' cool bedding. it makes him remember where he is, now. what he's doing, exactly.
he's got viktor nestled into him and it's— more than he could've asked for, not just today. ever. for someone who had awoken this morning with the resolve to court a man, all with the prospect of difficulty and rejectiom, he's not only gotten more than one kiss— he's falling so hard for him. and where did it all begin—? it feels . . . so much farther back, now.
it's been more than enough time to calm and he still feels— like the knocking in his breast would burst out from so much yearning. has this memory done something to him—? or has viktor? a mesh of both, so intricately intertwined? ]
Some promenade this turned out, huh.
[ an attempt was made, at levity. ]