[ oh, no. the skip. the happiest little skip within the cage of his ribs that could kick the insecurity away so effortlessly. jayce's earlier ironic raise of his brows turns into an adoring crinkle, needing even to quickly face his head forward, accompanying viktor's ascent and even helping him up by his spine.
jayce had no words for the handsomeness he saw, grateful for their budding attempts at courtship to roll them into a heated blanket after the rush of too-raw emotion left them staggering, tired and a bit drained. but not for this. never for this. jayce slides his fingers under viktor's side bangs, until they sit just under the lobe of his ear. ]
It's almost all I could think about.
[ just. viktor and proximity. his closeness with viktor. to feel his taste again— he craves it.
it is why he is gradual, tender in his approach to dip his head and press his nose into viktor's inner cheek— but inhales from the nose just as his mouth purses to meet soft, thin lips again, like being brought back to life from the brink, or being given sustenance after starvation. he presses, and presses to adjust to each linger, until the heat rises up his neck, burns at his collar, and has jayce slacking his jaw only a bit, with the tiniest puff of breath in between.
something told him they wouldn't be asking anymore questions, and he's perfectly, perfectly fine with filling that gap with the tingling snaps of their lips, coming apart and enfolding like a enchanting torrent. ]
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jayce had no words for the handsomeness he saw, grateful for their budding attempts at courtship to roll them into a heated blanket after the rush of too-raw emotion left them staggering, tired and a bit drained. but not for this. never for this. jayce slides his fingers under viktor's side bangs, until they sit just under the lobe of his ear. ]
It's almost all I could think about.
[ just. viktor and proximity. his closeness with viktor. to feel his taste again— he craves it.
it is why he is gradual, tender in his approach to dip his head and press his nose into viktor's inner cheek— but inhales from the nose just as his mouth purses to meet soft, thin lips again, like being brought back to life from the brink, or being given sustenance after starvation. he presses, and presses to adjust to each linger, until the heat rises up his neck, burns at his collar, and has jayce slacking his jaw only a bit, with the tiniest puff of breath in between.
something told him they wouldn't be asking anymore questions, and he's perfectly, perfectly fine with filling that gap with the tingling snaps of their lips, coming apart and enfolding like a enchanting torrent. ]