[ Their courtship remains a secret for the time being, not out of shame but rather something held close, precious, just for them. The clearing becomes Viktor's favorite place because they can sit and talk for hours or lay in silence while charting the stars. He learns that his favorite color is hazel, the name gleaned from overhearing a conversation about Mr. Talis' lovely green eyes, both words written in the margins of his journal.
Those are the sweet parts of his love.
The not-so-sweet parts are sitting on a chair in the forge, watching sweat drip down Jayce's back and dodging between flexing muscles, the heat in Viktor's body having little to do with the fire across the room. It's running a hand over the small of Jayce's back as they dance around each other in the stable or library, lost in their science but never enough for the touches to be truly absentminded. Viktor is far from being sweet when he catches Jayce's eye across a dinner table and takes a lavish bite, sucking the fork clean and giving a moan of appreciation for the flavors.
He strikes a balance, sweetness and flirting, affection and barely-bridled lust.
The letters always put him in a softer mood. At first, it's embarrassing how Jayce draws him, talented sketches featuring all the little flaws that Viktor sees in the mirror—crooked teeth, thin lips, uneven nose. But he gets used to it from the sheer number Jayce slips him in all his cute little ways, always secret and full of a language just for them. Viktor looks forward to the little codes as much as the romantic words, and it's a surprise when they take a different meaning today.
He doesn't know what Jayce has planned, but he heads to the stables in the evening, a little earlier than usual but impatient to see what's changed this time. ]
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Those are the sweet parts of his love.
The not-so-sweet parts are sitting on a chair in the forge, watching sweat drip down Jayce's back and dodging between flexing muscles, the heat in Viktor's body having little to do with the fire across the room. It's running a hand over the small of Jayce's back as they dance around each other in the stable or library, lost in their science but never enough for the touches to be truly absentminded. Viktor is far from being sweet when he catches Jayce's eye across a dinner table and takes a lavish bite, sucking the fork clean and giving a moan of appreciation for the flavors.
He strikes a balance, sweetness and flirting, affection and barely-bridled lust.
The letters always put him in a softer mood. At first, it's embarrassing how Jayce draws him, talented sketches featuring all the little flaws that Viktor sees in the mirror—crooked teeth, thin lips, uneven nose. But he gets used to it from the sheer number Jayce slips him in all his cute little ways, always secret and full of a language just for them. Viktor looks forward to the little codes as much as the romantic words, and it's a surprise when they take a different meaning today.
He doesn't know what Jayce has planned, but he heads to the stables in the evening, a little earlier than usual but impatient to see what's changed this time. ]