[ jayce is all toothy grins and sleek smiles, bumping his nose to pelted skin and suckling on spherical curves— viktor's shoulder, his earlobe, his chin (significantly lighter; he doesn't wish to leave a mark there)— jayce's teeth play with his partner's sensitivity, his tongue gliding along the ripe sores of his passionate marking and sealing it with a kiss— all while his fingers, now two within him, sink to his second joints. ]
Good, [ he doesn't mind the divergence, is quite happy viktor would rather no touch at all than an abrupt halt to cock stroking— it's how jayce did it. he's learning viktor's preferences. what is there not to love about that? jayce squeezes the spaces of his partner's fingers in one hand, brushes the walnut-sized knob he finds with a curl, and begins to press the flats of his fingertips in sluggish, circular motions. ] I'd love to see how fast you come.
[ How Jayce can be so tenderly loving and brutally sexy at the same time needs to be studied. The fact that he's being so sweet and soft with his affections above Viktor's shoulders and so wicked with his attentions below the waist is literally breathtaking. It makes him shiver when the light traversal of lips reminds him of the lovebite in his neck just as a second finger sinks inside of him, drawing a gasp from his kiss-bruised lips. ]
Devil. [ He says it with all the love in the world and beyond, smiling at the squeeze of their interlocked fingers. That smile gets wiped off his face when Jayce finally finds his prostate, not just brushing past it but targeting it, quick and efficient. It punches all the air out of Viktor's lungs, leaving him to scream silently to the ceiling as his back arches and his legs shake. When he finally manages to fight down a breath, it's immediately followed by a moan of Jayce's name. ]
[ stunning. he's absolutely stunning. jayce feels an inexplicable pride swell within him, spreading his lips wider against the adoring, physical sentiments. fallen, sticky locks of soaked hair are pushed back by jayce's pursed mouth and burrowing nose just under the angle of his maw pulled agape. he whispers then, true to the name calling with an enticing, sticky, tempting delivery: ]
You sound like an angel.
[ jayce could go mad hearing his name being sung like that. his digits haven't stopped, either, continuing their slowly wicked rotations over viktor's p-spot to drive him up the walls and back. he only pauses to speak, and ask with a direct look into viktor's fluttering eyes: ]
Like this, [ the circling swirl, ] or this?
[ his fingers curl over the spot rather than rub over it, a beckoning coil that jayce alternates with to most please him. he's loving every god damn minute of this. ]
[ Viktor wants to retort, but not only can he not get his lips to form words, his thoughts are in absolute disarray with no hopes of coming up with a coherent sentence. Every sense he has is focused on the fingers inside of him doing everything they can to try and push him to the edge of orgasm again, sending tingling pleasure shooting through his nerves and sparking beneath his skin. It feels like he's swaying in circles with the motion of Jayce's ministrations, an erotic whirlpool pulling him deeper with each rotation. When they stop, it leaves Viktor dizzy, an easy target for how Jayce changes his movements and bowls Viktor over. This coaxing, beckoning pull makes him shudder bodily, the ghost of an orgasm that's so close to hitting him so soon already. ]
Oh fuck. [ He digs his nails in deeper to where he clutches as Jayce's shoulders, hanging on for dear life because the building tension in his body makes it difficult to do anything but kneel in place and take what he's given. ] Fuck, yes yes yes.
[ what a dirty mouth on his angel. it's hot, it's breathtaking and stunning to see his other half without the slightest coherence to actually answer him beyond approval. jayce knows he's doing something right and continues with a combination of the two techniques, encircling viktor properly with his supporting hand to allow him to melt right where he was. he may need to breathe through this, to huff or even scream with bliss, so jayce allows his lover's mouth the room for that, all while rooting a wet, tongue-lapping kiss at the corners of his parted, trembling lips. ]
Go to the stars, My Love.
[ jayce's movements pick up in speed by a second, but he maintains consistent rhythm and pressure, to give the climb a steady meet to the peak. overwhelming as it could be, rushing it was the last thing he should be doing. where viktor begins to shake in a way he knows his muscles do when they beg for the throw past the edge, jayce changes any rubbing or flicking of his prostate with presses into it like he'd press a button. a continuous application of pressure in different intensities— the ones viktor enjoyed the most prevail. ]
[ The space given is both much needed and deeply cursed, his breathing turning to ragged pants even as he wishes Jayce would steal away the limited air in his lungs. He wants to be kissed, to be eaten alive, to disappear into his lover completely. Jayce's lips draw him in like a magnet, pressing their faces together as he turns to seek his mouth even if it's only to gasp against it.
It's a combination of the words and the increased pressure that sends him over the edge, body pulling taught like a bow when he reaches the precipice and then snapping with release. He screams with the force of it, loud and feral in the small space that reverberates with the sound of his ecstasy. His whole body shudders as he spills between them, hips twitching wildly as he instinctively seeks to push Jayce's fingers deeper. He sags forward, legs shaking with pleasure and exertion, making him melt completely against his partner who holds him so tightly, so preciously, still milking his orgasm. Viktor buries his face against his neck to continue panting for air even as he bites at the skin, leaving little love bites that will fade before the morning. ]
[ that had been one of the stronger ones yet. his whole body, taken into a convulsing wreckage leaves jayce to marvel at his love as he rides his fingers to cloud nine and back. beautiful. from the way his muscles fibrilated to the way his eyes roll into rapture. jayce give him what he wants, everything, from the heat of his parted mouth to the zest of his ebbing tongue, to a final sink of his digits into the spot that turned him wild. jayce exploits the orgasm by scouring the gland, nonstop, albeit gradually slowing down. it could be a wave that just extends, or even connects to another shattering climax— it will all depend on viktor.
but jayce is being a devil. he's instigating it. the clear fluid viktor has released doesn't stop him unless he hears it, welcoming the bites, provoking the sink of his teeth even deeper to his flesh and dragging his lower lip into viktor's dribbling maw. he can't help the groan that rises from the bottom of his throat and hides behind the puttering sound of the showerhead, his cock renewing its vigor from tender to stiff. ]
[ He expects Jayce to withdraw, to give him a reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure that's left him feeling so weak, but the break doesn't come. He's hypersensitive and whines from the overstimulation, stars dancing in the edges of his vision, but he doesn't ask for mercy. The orgasm draws out until his whole body feels like static, nerves buzzing and eyelids so heavy and all thought pushed to the corners of his mind. He can hear Jayce's voice like it comes from a distance, or lives inside of him, clear but incomprehensible. All the while, those wicked fingers keep working inside of him and coax him back to the brink faster than ever. His cock hasn't even had the chance to harden again, milked dry of even precome.
Orgasm crashes through him, body shaking against Jayce's chest, voice hoarse and unable to do little more than moan and whine and groan. The white flash behind his eyes is quickly overcome by black as he slips to unconsciousness then and there, clinging to Jayce. ]
[ another, he is apetizing, and jayce is getting pumped until—
rattling bliss goes quiet. viktor goes limp and still, and jayce immediately halts, withdraws and puts a hand on his shoulder, cups his head, ]
—Viktor. [ jayce hurriedly checks his pulse, his beating heart, his breathing . . . and smiles when he realizes everything's alright. he just went over the edge a little too hard. or. well. jayce took him there. they can't just stay here, with the water running, and when its off it'll start getting cold— so it's time to shut the shower head off, grab their towels from where they sit, and do everything within his reach to place viktor against him, comfortably. dry him (them) off while thinking of a way to get them out of here. if he's careful enough, jayce could manage carrying him. he'll just have to be careful with weight distribution . . .
eventually, viktor is fit with a spare, clean pair of pajamas which are just.... jayce's old, indoor clothes. he hopes that's alright. the bed itself would.... have to be cleaned, too? damn it. as a quick fix, jayce only removes the dirty bed covers that need washing and throw over new ones to keep them warm. he was waiting for this moment, too; slipping under covers and blanketing viktor beside him, breathing in his scent and kissing his bright red love bites. even as he lays his head down and watches viktor sleep, jayce's breathing is taken away by his love's tranquil beauty. by the moment. by all moments that led up to this, and how lucky he was.
the point of this day being: jayce is serious about doing what viktor asks of him, down to the period. that should count as quadruple points in his favor.
he deserves the rest— it'd been a long, eventful night. they were going to be wed. they slept together for the first time and then more, some. jayce learned his fiancé's refractory period was monstrously short and he was barely keeping up. hilariously. they— god, he's going about this for days.
jayce was going to wake up in a few hours, but the loss of those hours prior had been beyond worth it. he had no complaints. he'll catch a nap during his late morning breaks. viktor, of course . . . could stay in his bed for as long as he pleased. it may be plausible that by the time viktor does awaken, jayce won't be in bed anymore.
but he won't leave for the stables without giving him a soft kiss goodbye to his head. ]
[ Floating in comfortable darkness, Viktor dreams. He dreams new memories that haven't come to him before, flashes of moments all revolving around Jayce: sitting together in a carriage working on a machine, dancing around each other in a lab performing an experiment, slumped over their desk facing each other with hands nearly touching, sleepy goodnights in a dormitory hallway. All the while, Viktor's gaze is on Jayce's face, his lips, his eyes, the line of his jaw, his hands, clever fingers and strong palms, a gem glistening above the pulse point in his wrist. All memories full of the feeling of love without taking the plunge and closing the little distance that separated partners from lovers.
He nears the surface of waking a few times, never aware of much other than Jayce's wide hands on his narrow body. Warmth surrounds him from soft cotton and softer arms, and he burrows into the embrace. ]
've loved you so long. [ It's slurred and sleepy, but it's a truth deeper than any other, written into the stars and the fabric of reality. Viktor has always love Jayce, from the moment he first laid eyes on him, unable to let him go in the face of oblivion.
Viktor only wakes again when sunlight slips across his face, warm compared to the cold he feels elsewhere. Shivering, he reaches out blindly for Jayce but his hands come up empty, and further searching under the covers makes it clear that he's alone in the bed. Grumbling and slitting open one eye, he looks around blearily while turning his back to the sunny window. ]
Jayce? [ His voice is hoarse and his throat sore, accent coming thicker from sleep and the rumbling quality of his tone. He thinks he smells something cooking, but he can't immediately tell if it's remnants of Jayce making himself breakfast before morning chores or not. Impossible man, leaving his fiancé alone in bed to see to his responsibilities with the horses. Viktor loves him infinitely. ]
[ jayce thinks he's had those words simply repeating in his head from the moment he got some shut eye until dawn, until now. outside he's been in a fantastic mood, even smiling at other work colleagues who seem to know why almost immediately upon catching the purpling bites on his neck and the chip on his lower lip. there's certainly talk, viktor will soon realize . . . but that's for when he's out and about on the property.
now, his husband-to-be has his back turned to him working the kitchen, his head twisting over his shoulder at the call of his name and greeting viktor with a smile that rivaled the sun's rays beaming through the front window. ]
Morning.
[ the space of the cabin is small, so even the kitchen is in perfect view of the bed. under the bed's footing, jayce has cleaned up after them, setting viktor's boot's in line with his brace, clothes folded on the nightstand and something he's returned to him, resting against the former: his cane. jayce seems to be frying something as he prepares breakfast in one bowl and a plate. when finished, he brings both over to viktor on a tray: ]
Hungry?
[ the reveal behind the terribly sweet gesture is actually pretty simple, nearly meager. but jayce puts his heart into making egg on bread with bacon scraps and porridge for one. he even put some berries in the bowl. found them outside, which might as well be the most colorful thing about this breakfast. ]
[ Viktor is not a morning person, but maybe he could learn to be if he's always waking up to that smile. Even if Jayce isn't naked besides him in bed—for the best, Viktor wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself—he cuts a striking image in the kitchen cooking something and beaming over his shoulder like the sun itself peeking out from behind the clouds. ]
Good morning. [ Pushing himself up in bed so he can sit with his back leaning against the wall behind him, he glances around at the neatly prepared clothes, his brace, his cane. He lifts a hand to rub against his chest and feels the unfamiliar garment, smiling to himself because he knows he must look quite dwarfed by Jayce's clothes. Reaching his stiff arms above him with a groan, he begins stretching his legs as well as he does every morning. ] You've been busy.
Famished. [ He feels like he hasn't eaten in ages, having used up more than plenty of energy last night. When Jayce comes over with the food, Viktor inhales deeply and sighs at how good it smells even before getting a look. He doesn't often eat much, but everything looks like a perfectly ravishable portion—just for him. Looking up at Jayce, he takes the tray so that his partner will hopefully join him on the bed. ] Where's yours?
[ jayce . . . chuckles, sweet like caramel whilst staring at viktor's beautifully drawn golden eyes and fixes the bed hair sticking out of the side of his head. ]
I ate before dawn, Viktor.
[ mostly just a battery of protein and bread to do his work outside. he's since cleaned his face and arms with water from the water hose, but the clinging smell of horse and hay is stuck to him like cologne. ]
This is for you. [ a token of his love— and perhaps how fitting he is for domesticity. ] Mother would always make this for me, [ he changes his tone to one he'd use at a presentation for potential investors. ] toasted bread loafs with pork belly, an egg, and [ a flick of his wrist for zest, ] berry porridge.
[ it's far from a feast, and possibly takes up only a small corner of what would be served in the manor for breakfast. to be honest, this is common food. but jayce looks positively sparkling to have made it. ]
Right, of course. [ Duh. Jayce could have eaten, finished his morning tasks, showered, and started on this meal for Viktor before he even cracked an eye open. ] You could have woken me, too. I would have been cross, but you still could have.
[ Chuckling as he sets the tray across his lap, he breathes in the berry-scented steam of the porridge. It's sweet of Jayce to make him anything, but especially something homey that he'd learned from his mother. The presentation is greeted with more laughter, and Viktor rewards it with a small clap of fingers against the opposite palm. ]
It's perfect, love. [ He pats the empty bed next to him, looking up at Jayce to invite him to his own bed. ] Sit with me? Or do you have more to do in the stables?
[ don't mind if he does!! jayce plops himself down and sinks against the edge of the bed, his hand circling over viktor's shoulder to cup the opposite side of his head and guide his temple to jayce's lips; the little click of a kiss lingers there, until it's only jayce's warm breathing relaxing on him. oh, his body. it's slowing down . . . ]
Only by noon, [ so he has a break, beginning to hook his heels to his boots and kick them off, right then left. ] 'Ve got some shoes to forge.
[ Viktor hums at the kiss and the sweet domesticity of it all. He's never thought that this could be something that he wanted, that he would crave a simple morning spending time in a cottage with his lover, and yet here they are. There will never be a future where he gives up the pursuit of knowledge and innovation, but... well, certainly there can be a version of his life with both sides of this coin, held so tenderly in Jayce's capable hands.
A gear turning through space, blue light and stars. It gives Viktor an idea that he squirrels away for later.
Picking up the toast, he bites into it and a moan cuts through Jayce's plans for the day. Viktor covers his mouth, a bit sheepish about the noise and also to hide his chewing, but the taste is perfect—rich and hearty but also surprisingly light portions with a homeyness to it that he's not had from his parents' kitchens. ]
This is delicious, my heart. [ Once Jayce's shoes are off, Viktor tugs at the back of his shirt to try and get him deeper into the bed. ] Why not get some more rest? You couldn't have gotten more than a couple of hours last night.
[ every time jayce hears my heart he could explode into a sea of stars. just like the one in his dreams, sometimes. a vast, deep sea of nebulae and the twinkles of stars, curtains of golden threads . . . as gold as viktor's eyes. as gold as the sun outside. it's almost surreal that he now knew what gold even was after a lifetime of seeing shades of grey.
the fact that he likes his simple country dish for simple country people makes jayce the one to looks sheepish. a glad and amused sort of humbled. when jayce managed to cook something tasty, his mother would tease him: you're fit to marry, now. mother had her point. there is a domesticity to this that has softened jayce to an unbelievable point. what is it, if not something he's always wanted? ]
It was worth it. [ he didn't even wake up cranky. he's never been this mellow in years, actually. now comes the warning as jayce shimmies onto the bed, stretching his tired legs. ] But If I lay down, I'll sleep.
[ Half focused on Jayce and half focused on eating, Viktor licks at his lips after devouring more of the bread and egg and bacon. ] That's the point, Jayce. To sleep.
[ With his betrothed next to him in bed, Viktor scoots over so lean up against him and rest his head on Jayce's shoulder. He finishes the first half of breakfast in a few more bites, sucking his fingers clean and reveling in the delectability of it all. His attention shifts to the porridge which he eats at a slower pace, scooping up a berry for each bite. ] Would you prefer I read to you?
[ jayce groans, bratty and objecting to some much needed and even appreciated rest by attaching himself to viktor's legs. with his love awake he had half the mind to just stay up and enjoy his alert company. the problem with that way how relaxed his muscles felt in the near immediate droop they give in to the mattress1s cozy embrace and the warmth of viktor's blanket nest.
you know what? he could have his cake and eat it too, glancing up with a tepid smile and watching viktor with lovestruck eyes. he's gorgeous, even when he's dining. ]
[ Viktor chuckles as Jayce melts down into his bed, clinging to him like Viktor had suggested he leave instead of enjoy it even further. He reaches down to run fond fingers through Jayce's hair—ones that he hadn't just been eating with, careful not to get grease into the beautiful brown locks. Looking down, meeting that loving gaze, fills him with such warmth that it feels like watching the sun rise. ]
Any requests? [ Looking to the side table, he cocks his head to read the spines of the books stacked up on one corner of it. ] And you might need to let go of me long enough to get a drink, love.
[ he did everything right except remember the drink? jayce snorts a laugh into himself; clearly he was a little too focused on making the perfect talis breakfast. hanging his head a little comically, jayce slides his legs off the bed and then the rest of him, good leg taking the first step before the rest back into the kitchen. luckily, it's not a faraway stroll into something like the next room, with everything sharing one space. ]
Your choice, [ he honestly hadn't the time to read any of them, so. ] Milk?
[ Laughing at the shamed display, Viktor takes the opportunity to ruffle Jayce's hair at the crown of his hung head. He's so cute for such a big, gruff-looking man. But then he rises, and Viktor makes a noise as he lurches forward. ]
I was going to— Yes, please, and some water.
[ He hopes that Jayce knows he isn't expected to do everything for Viktor, that they remain partners in all things, but has learned that acts of service like this are part of how Jayce shows his love. Huffing more laughter under his breath, Viktor returns to looking through the stack of books and picks the one on top. ]
[ milk and water. two glasses. jayce picks out two cups from the kitchen cupboards and pours the milk from the morning jar, and water from the ceramic filter. while he's doing that, he calls out, asking if he'd like some more food to snack on this fine morning: ]
Sausage?
[ there's a reason jayce has his back turned to him. the small rock from his left to his right leg reveals the telling, pointed smirk his lips are pulling. he can't stop thinking about the night before. ]
[ The question draws Viktor's attention, and then he gets distracted by Jayce's ass flexing beneath his trousers as he shifts his weight. He's already most of the way finished with his porridge, but he's slowed down and set it aside in favor of the book. ]
I'm quite full as it is, Jayce. Stuffed.
[ Is he playing along? Or simply sharing the state of his stomach? Jayce will have to turn around and see the smirk tugging at his lips if he wants to find out. ]
[ jayce cracks a wide grin that's hidden by his back being turned. he makes a sound, though, acknowledging it like they're indeed, just talking about the meals. by the time the glasses are filled, jayce takes both and turns heel to take his smile and terribly raised brow back to him. ]
But you've got space for milk.
[ milk. emphasis on milk as he hands them over so slyly! so devious— ]
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Good, [ he doesn't mind the divergence, is quite happy viktor would rather no touch at all than an abrupt halt to cock stroking— it's how jayce did it. he's learning viktor's preferences. what is there not to love about that? jayce squeezes the spaces of his partner's fingers in one hand, brushes the walnut-sized knob he finds with a curl, and begins to press the flats of his fingertips in sluggish, circular motions. ] I'd love to see how fast you come.
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Devil. [ He says it with all the love in the world and beyond, smiling at the squeeze of their interlocked fingers. That smile gets wiped off his face when Jayce finally finds his prostate, not just brushing past it but targeting it, quick and efficient. It punches all the air out of Viktor's lungs, leaving him to scream silently to the ceiling as his back arches and his legs shake. When he finally manages to fight down a breath, it's immediately followed by a moan of Jayce's name. ]
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You sound like an angel.
[ jayce could go mad hearing his name being sung like that. his digits haven't stopped, either, continuing their slowly wicked rotations over viktor's p-spot to drive him up the walls and back. he only pauses to speak, and ask with a direct look into viktor's fluttering eyes: ]
Like this, [ the circling swirl, ] or this?
[ his fingers curl over the spot rather than rub over it, a beckoning coil that jayce alternates with to most please him. he's loving every god damn minute of this. ]
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Oh fuck. [ He digs his nails in deeper to where he clutches as Jayce's shoulders, hanging on for dear life because the building tension in his body makes it difficult to do anything but kneel in place and take what he's given. ] Fuck, yes yes yes.
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Go to the stars, My Love.
[ jayce's movements pick up in speed by a second, but he maintains consistent rhythm and pressure, to give the climb a steady meet to the peak. overwhelming as it could be, rushing it was the last thing he should be doing. where viktor begins to shake in a way he knows his muscles do when they beg for the throw past the edge, jayce changes any rubbing or flicking of his prostate with presses into it like he'd press a button. a continuous application of pressure in different intensities— the ones viktor enjoyed the most prevail. ]
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It's a combination of the words and the increased pressure that sends him over the edge, body pulling taught like a bow when he reaches the precipice and then snapping with release. He screams with the force of it, loud and feral in the small space that reverberates with the sound of his ecstasy. His whole body shudders as he spills between them, hips twitching wildly as he instinctively seeks to push Jayce's fingers deeper. He sags forward, legs shaking with pleasure and exertion, making him melt completely against his partner who holds him so tightly, so preciously, still milking his orgasm. Viktor buries his face against his neck to continue panting for air even as he bites at the skin, leaving little love bites that will fade before the morning. ]
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but jayce is being a devil. he's instigating it. the clear fluid viktor has released doesn't stop him unless he hears it, welcoming the bites, provoking the sink of his teeth even deeper to his flesh and dragging his lower lip into viktor's dribbling maw. he can't help the groan that rises from the bottom of his throat and hides behind the puttering sound of the showerhead, his cock renewing its vigor from tender to stiff. ]
You're gorgeous—
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Orgasm crashes through him, body shaking against Jayce's chest, voice hoarse and unable to do little more than moan and whine and groan. The white flash behind his eyes is quickly overcome by black as he slips to unconsciousness then and there, clinging to Jayce. ]
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rattling bliss goes quiet. viktor goes limp and still, and jayce immediately halts, withdraws and puts a hand on his shoulder, cups his head, ]
—Viktor. [ jayce hurriedly checks his pulse, his beating heart, his breathing . . . and smiles when he realizes everything's alright. he just went over the edge a little too hard. or. well. jayce took him there. they can't just stay here, with the water running, and when its off it'll start getting cold— so it's time to shut the shower head off, grab their towels from where they sit, and do everything within his reach to place viktor against him, comfortably. dry him (them) off while thinking of a way to get them out of here. if he's careful enough, jayce could manage carrying him. he'll just have to be careful with weight distribution . . .
eventually, viktor is fit with a spare, clean pair of pajamas which are just.... jayce's old, indoor clothes. he hopes that's alright. the bed itself would.... have to be cleaned, too? damn it. as a quick fix, jayce only removes the dirty bed covers that need washing and throw over new ones to keep them warm. he was waiting for this moment, too; slipping under covers and blanketing viktor beside him, breathing in his scent and kissing his bright red love bites. even as he lays his head down and watches viktor sleep, jayce's breathing is taken away by his love's tranquil beauty. by the moment. by all moments that led up to this, and how lucky he was.
the point of this day being: jayce is serious about doing what viktor asks of him, down to the period. that should count as quadruple points in his favor.
he deserves the rest— it'd been a long, eventful night. they were going to be wed. they slept together for the first time and then more, some. jayce learned his fiancé's refractory period was monstrously short and he was barely keeping up. hilariously. they— god, he's going about this for days.
jayce was going to wake up in a few hours, but the loss of those hours prior had been beyond worth it. he had no complaints. he'll catch a nap during his late morning breaks. viktor, of course . . . could stay in his bed for as long as he pleased. it may be plausible that by the time viktor does awaken, jayce won't be in bed anymore.
but he won't leave for the stables without giving him a soft kiss goodbye to his head. ]
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He nears the surface of waking a few times, never aware of much other than Jayce's wide hands on his narrow body. Warmth surrounds him from soft cotton and softer arms, and he burrows into the embrace. ]
've loved you so long. [ It's slurred and sleepy, but it's a truth deeper than any other, written into the stars and the fabric of reality. Viktor has always love Jayce, from the moment he first laid eyes on him, unable to let him go in the face of oblivion.
Viktor only wakes again when sunlight slips across his face, warm compared to the cold he feels elsewhere. Shivering, he reaches out blindly for Jayce but his hands come up empty, and further searching under the covers makes it clear that he's alone in the bed. Grumbling and slitting open one eye, he looks around blearily while turning his back to the sunny window. ]
Jayce? [ His voice is hoarse and his throat sore, accent coming thicker from sleep and the rumbling quality of his tone. He thinks he smells something cooking, but he can't immediately tell if it's remnants of Jayce making himself breakfast before morning chores or not. Impossible man, leaving his fiancé alone in bed to see to his responsibilities with the horses. Viktor loves him infinitely. ]
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now, his husband-to-be has his back turned to him working the kitchen, his head twisting over his shoulder at the call of his name and greeting viktor with a smile that rivaled the sun's rays beaming through the front window. ]
Morning.
[ the space of the cabin is small, so even the kitchen is in perfect view of the bed. under the bed's footing, jayce has cleaned up after them, setting viktor's boot's in line with his brace, clothes folded on the nightstand and something he's returned to him, resting against the former: his cane. jayce seems to be frying something as he prepares breakfast in one bowl and a plate. when finished, he brings both over to viktor on a tray: ]
Hungry?
[ the reveal behind the terribly sweet gesture is actually pretty simple, nearly meager. but jayce puts his heart into making egg on bread with bacon scraps and porridge for one. he even put some berries in the bowl. found them outside, which might as well be the most colorful thing about this breakfast. ]
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Good morning. [ Pushing himself up in bed so he can sit with his back leaning against the wall behind him, he glances around at the neatly prepared clothes, his brace, his cane. He lifts a hand to rub against his chest and feels the unfamiliar garment, smiling to himself because he knows he must look quite dwarfed by Jayce's clothes. Reaching his stiff arms above him with a groan, he begins stretching his legs as well as he does every morning. ] You've been busy.
Famished. [ He feels like he hasn't eaten in ages, having used up more than plenty of energy last night. When Jayce comes over with the food, Viktor inhales deeply and sighs at how good it smells even before getting a look. He doesn't often eat much, but everything looks like a perfectly ravishable portion—just for him. Looking up at Jayce, he takes the tray so that his partner will hopefully join him on the bed. ] Where's yours?
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I ate before dawn, Viktor.
[ mostly just a battery of protein and bread to do his work outside. he's since cleaned his face and arms with water from the water hose, but the clinging smell of horse and hay is stuck to him like cologne. ]
This is for you. [ a token of his love— and perhaps how fitting he is for domesticity. ] Mother would always make this for me, [ he changes his tone to one he'd use at a presentation for potential investors. ] toasted bread loafs with pork belly, an egg, and [ a flick of his wrist for zest, ] berry porridge.
[ it's far from a feast, and possibly takes up only a small corner of what would be served in the manor for breakfast. to be honest, this is common food. but jayce looks positively sparkling to have made it. ]
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[ Chuckling as he sets the tray across his lap, he breathes in the berry-scented steam of the porridge. It's sweet of Jayce to make him anything, but especially something homey that he'd learned from his mother. The presentation is greeted with more laughter, and Viktor rewards it with a small clap of fingers against the opposite palm. ]
It's perfect, love. [ He pats the empty bed next to him, looking up at Jayce to invite him to his own bed. ] Sit with me? Or do you have more to do in the stables?
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Only by noon, [ so he has a break, beginning to hook his heels to his boots and kick them off, right then left. ] 'Ve got some shoes to forge.
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A gear turning through space, blue light and stars. It gives Viktor an idea that he squirrels away for later.
Picking up the toast, he bites into it and a moan cuts through Jayce's plans for the day. Viktor covers his mouth, a bit sheepish about the noise and also to hide his chewing, but the taste is perfect—rich and hearty but also surprisingly light portions with a homeyness to it that he's not had from his parents' kitchens. ]
This is delicious, my heart. [ Once Jayce's shoes are off, Viktor tugs at the back of his shirt to try and get him deeper into the bed. ] Why not get some more rest? You couldn't have gotten more than a couple of hours last night.
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the fact that he likes his simple country dish for simple country people makes jayce the one to looks sheepish. a glad and amused sort of humbled. when jayce managed to cook something tasty, his mother would tease him: you're fit to marry, now. mother had her point. there is a domesticity to this that has softened jayce to an unbelievable point. what is it, if not something he's always wanted? ]
It was worth it. [ he didn't even wake up cranky. he's never been this mellow in years, actually. now comes the warning as jayce shimmies onto the bed, stretching his tired legs. ] But If I lay down, I'll sleep.
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[ With his betrothed next to him in bed, Viktor scoots over so lean up against him and rest his head on Jayce's shoulder. He finishes the first half of breakfast in a few more bites, sucking his fingers clean and reveling in the delectability of it all. His attention shifts to the porridge which he eats at a slower pace, scooping up a berry for each bite. ] Would you prefer I read to you?
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you know what? he could have his cake and eat it too, glancing up with a tepid smile and watching viktor with lovestruck eyes. he's gorgeous, even when he's dining. ]
Yeah, actually.
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Any requests? [ Looking to the side table, he cocks his head to read the spines of the books stacked up on one corner of it. ] And you might need to let go of me long enough to get a drink, love.
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[ he did everything right except remember the drink? jayce snorts a laugh into himself; clearly he was a little too focused on making the perfect talis breakfast. hanging his head a little comically, jayce slides his legs off the bed and then the rest of him, good leg taking the first step before the rest back into the kitchen. luckily, it's not a faraway stroll into something like the next room, with everything sharing one space. ]
Your choice, [ he honestly hadn't the time to read any of them, so. ] Milk?
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I was going to— Yes, please, and some water.
[ He hopes that Jayce knows he isn't expected to do everything for Viktor, that they remain partners in all things, but has learned that acts of service like this are part of how Jayce shows his love. Huffing more laughter under his breath, Viktor returns to looking through the stack of books and picks the one on top. ]
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Sausage?
[ there's a reason jayce has his back turned to him. the small rock from his left to his right leg reveals the telling, pointed smirk his lips are pulling. he can't stop thinking about the night before. ]
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I'm quite full as it is, Jayce. Stuffed.
[ Is he playing along? Or simply sharing the state of his stomach? Jayce will have to turn around and see the smirk tugging at his lips if he wants to find out. ]
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But you've got space for milk.
[ milk. emphasis on milk as he hands them over so slyly! so devious— ]
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