[ Jayce's smile had carved out a permanent residency in Viktor's heart long before tonight, toothy and sweet with its gap between plump lips. It's a smile for admiring, and for kissing, and for melting.
Watching Jayce rise to his feet, Viktor leans into the little touches and tilts forward to steal a quick kiss when Jayce's lips are close enough to reach. He reaches up to grab the front of Jayce's shirt as he looms over him, crowding his space in the best way possible. Viktor lies down, parting his lips to the kiss and making sure Jayce doesn't run away from it with a strong hand still gripping his shirt and another reaching up to cup the back of his head. ]
Jayce.
[ It's incredible how his name can sound so good on Jayce's lips, a prayer reaching out to him in search of an echo that Viktor is all too happy to give. They call out to each other across the small distance between them here and the vastness of space between them in another life, seeking and permitting and praising.
The kiss is like a physical representation of that yearning and finding, call and response. Viktor gives himself over to it, to Jayce, in a rare situation where he allows instincts to take control. He kisses back and bites at Jayce's lips, meeting the fervor and passion even as hands threaten to distract him. Shaking beneath the frantic touches, he starts pulling on the back of Jayce's shirt so they can both be rid of more clothing. He gasps as his brain stutters, fingers splaying and letting go of their handfuls when Jayce touches one of his nipples. This... this exploration is something that he's missed before, a partner that's interested in all of him, mapping out what makes him tick. Letting out a shaky breath, he lifts his chest into the touch to encourage more. ]
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Watching Jayce rise to his feet, Viktor leans into the little touches and tilts forward to steal a quick kiss when Jayce's lips are close enough to reach. He reaches up to grab the front of Jayce's shirt as he looms over him, crowding his space in the best way possible. Viktor lies down, parting his lips to the kiss and making sure Jayce doesn't run away from it with a strong hand still gripping his shirt and another reaching up to cup the back of his head. ]
Jayce.
[ It's incredible how his name can sound so good on Jayce's lips, a prayer reaching out to him in search of an echo that Viktor is all too happy to give. They call out to each other across the small distance between them here and the vastness of space between them in another life, seeking and permitting and praising.
The kiss is like a physical representation of that yearning and finding, call and response. Viktor gives himself over to it, to Jayce, in a rare situation where he allows instincts to take control. He kisses back and bites at Jayce's lips, meeting the fervor and passion even as hands threaten to distract him. Shaking beneath the frantic touches, he starts pulling on the back of Jayce's shirt so they can both be rid of more clothing. He gasps as his brain stutters, fingers splaying and letting go of their handfuls when Jayce touches one of his nipples. This... this exploration is something that he's missed before, a partner that's interested in all of him, mapping out what makes him tick. Letting out a shaky breath, he lifts his chest into the touch to encourage more. ]