[ Jayce is always making the most beautiful noises, his laughter or moans or words. Viktor can picture them laying together, bundled from the cold outside, his head in Jayce's lap as his partner reads to him. It's a domestic picture that he never would have yearned for until meeting Jayce, something that he didn't even consider enough to know he wants it.
Humming happiness as fingers card through his hair, he imagines the angles it must be sticking up at now after so much thrashing against the pillows. He can feel Jayce slip from him, shivering at the cold emptiness that replaces the contented peace he'd felt a moment ago. When he notices the somber expression on Jayce's features, he kisses the corner of his eye, the bridge of his nose, the bow of his lips. ]
Only ever me. [ He'd fight to keep Jayce, perhaps even if his love ever found a day he didn't want Viktor to.
Whining at the thought of getting up for any reason, even bathing, Viktor scoots closer in protest. He can feel the come dripping out of him, making a mess of his thighs and the blanket beneath, but he can't find a part of him that cares. Instead, he reaches a hand down between his legs, pushing fingertips through the mess, then lifting it to his lips. There's a kittenish lick of tongue before he sucks two fingers into his mouth, moaning at the musky taste of Jayce. ]
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Humming happiness as fingers card through his hair, he imagines the angles it must be sticking up at now after so much thrashing against the pillows. He can feel Jayce slip from him, shivering at the cold emptiness that replaces the contented peace he'd felt a moment ago. When he notices the somber expression on Jayce's features, he kisses the corner of his eye, the bridge of his nose, the bow of his lips. ]
Only ever me. [ He'd fight to keep Jayce, perhaps even if his love ever found a day he didn't want Viktor to.
Whining at the thought of getting up for any reason, even bathing, Viktor scoots closer in protest. He can feel the come dripping out of him, making a mess of his thighs and the blanket beneath, but he can't find a part of him that cares. Instead, he reaches a hand down between his legs, pushing fingertips through the mess, then lifting it to his lips. There's a kittenish lick of tongue before he sucks two fingers into his mouth, moaning at the musky taste of Jayce. ]