[ The gossip is half the reason Viktor is so keen to leave his mark on Jayce. It may not be as plain as his name, but it was proof that someone had claimed him mine and silently warned hands off. The female staff would whisper behind their hands, asking one another if they were the lucky girl—none of them could imagine that the young master of the house not only gave Jayce that mark. If talk reached his parents' ears, there would be no consequences other than perhaps his mother commenting that it was hardly a surprise and his father might comment that as long as he remained professional, what did it matter? How could either of them know that their son had caused the bruise after Jayce fucked him on the night of there engagement?
Humming as Jayce's hands smooth up his body, Viktor reaches for both of them and peels them away so he can lace their fingers together. He leans forward, bringing their hands with him, and pins them to the bed on either side of Jayce's head. His grip changes from between Jayce's fingers to wrapped around each wrist, leaning his weight against them and looking down at his lover from above. ]
Are you trying to flatter me, Jayce? Do you think it will get you what you want any faster?
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Humming as Jayce's hands smooth up his body, Viktor reaches for both of them and peels them away so he can lace their fingers together. He leans forward, bringing their hands with him, and pins them to the bed on either side of Jayce's head. His grip changes from between Jayce's fingers to wrapped around each wrist, leaning his weight against them and looking down at his lover from above. ]
Are you trying to flatter me, Jayce? Do you think it will get you what you want any faster?