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— ]
[ Oh, so Jayce wants to play this game? Viktor meets his smile and raised eyebrow with a mirrored expression. Taking the two glasses, he sets the water on the side table and then sips from the milk, licking it from his lips. ]
Milk finds its way into the crevices inside me. Around the stuffing.
[ His face melts into one of innocent patience as if he's explaining a simple concept to Jayce rather than perpetuating an innuendo. ]
[ well thank god jayce isn't drinking anything himself. he would have choked. with a silent beat to recoup and retaliate, jayce raises his eyes back to his lover with a crumbling pinch of his brows and a slight, heated tint to bronze cheeks as he twirled a longer strand of hair from in front to behind his ear, pressing a thumb to the wet plump of viktor's lips to dab it clean. ]
And down your throat.
[ viktor is more prepared than him. this was a mistake (no this was the best idea)— ]
[ jayce snorts, out of comebacks for that one. the . . . victor has been determined, but jayce doesn't seem all that disappointed. if he isn't careful, his cock may start weeping too, so— best to pause while they're ahead. he has plans for tonight, anyway. big, sneaky plans. jayce squeezes the man's mouth lightly between his fingertips, before he steals a kiss right off of them. ]
Alright— you win.
[ have your milk and water in peace. jayce, in the meantime, takes the plates to set them on the nightstand, lays down with his legs hanging off the bed at the knees, while his head sinks into the nest of bed covers and viktor's lap. ]
All morning . . . I just couldn't stop thinking about you.
[ Grinning, though the expression gets squished by Jayce's touch, Viktor laughs into the kiss. He feels a little bad, but not enough to give up his triumphant viktory. Not that it was a competition, but... he is the winner.
He lets Jayce settle down and runs his fingers through those soft chocolate locks, tracing fingertips along the edges of his beard and running over the seam of his lips. ]
What were you thinking about? [ Reaching a little farther down, he dips his fingers beneath the collar of Jayce's shirt and rubs his thumb thoughtfully over one of the lovebites on his neck. ]
[ and wasn't that the gossip focus on the property today . . . word gets around quick. not that jayce actually noticed or even cared to, now. no one would really know. and how could he, now that he's got the heir of zaun ranch in his bed, eating his breakfast and carding his hair and assortion of lovebites. sometimes jayce wonders what in the world he did to deserve all this.
he's filled with a content sigh that fills his lungs and breaks past his lips. the view from down here is gorgeous, too. ]
How beautiful you looked on top of me is just one of the many.
[ Viktor sips at the milk, putting on a bit of a show for Jayce but also being careful not to drip anything down on him. It's refreshing and rich, and he definitely needs a swallow of water afterwards to wash his mouth clean. If he's going to be reading for his lover, he wants his voice to be in good condition.
Humming, thumb pressing lightly at the corner of Jayce's lips, Viktor smiles down at him. ] Oh, dirty thoughts then. Was I not a beautiful sleeper to behold after?
[ jayce hums with languid enthusiasm. hilariously, he might not even get through the first few verses of the book without falling asleep, heavy as his eyelids seemed to blink up at the marvel above him. ]
Almost didn't get out of bed.
[ he's hauling both legs, brace included, into bed so he could lay on his side against viktor. he doesn't want to go through the effort of taking it off when he needs to get back to work in two, three hours. plenty of time to rest. ]
[ Humming as Jayce gets comfortable in the bed next to him, Viktor rubs his hand lower over his chest and toys with one of the buttons. He's so tempted to be naughty, but Jayce really does look tired and he had been the one to clean them up and take Viktor to bed the night before.
So he cracks open the book, licks his thumb, and pages to the first chapter. ] You shouldn't have, I would have given you a lovely lazy morning.
[ jayce makes his expression quite torn! promises of a lovely, lazy morning . . . maybe when they have their own stable hand. ]
Warhammer wouldn't forgive me.
[ when he gets to the stables, they're already making a racket and banging at stall doors . . . they'd be so mad at him for sleeping in.
not to mention his job. but it's a nice activity to include in his retirement plan. he catches himself thinking of growing old with this man on a small property, their own horses— greying beards and wrinkled eyes when they smile. so many foals. that is what marriage foretells, anyway, so, he can't be wrong to fantasize.
jayce went far with that one. he blinks a few times and rubs viktor's arm. ]
Ah, showing your true priorities after entrapping me with marriage! How cruel.
[ His smile is proof that it's anything but cruel. He loves that Jayce cares so deeply for the horses, and especially the one that he'd been challenged to tame. It's proof of his dedication and patience, and somewhere in the depths of Viktor's mind, shows that he doesn't have to worry about not being the perfect man all the time. If Jayce can love a temperamental gelding, surely he can love a complicated human.
Glancing around to lay eyes on a clock, Viktor draws his left knee up to prop the book against so he'll be free to turn the pages with one hand and caress Jayce's hair with the other. ] Yes, I promise.
[ if viktor was the love of his life, the horse lifestyle was the love of his world. he loved what he did. he loved waking up when it was still dark and loved stepping into the stables to be greeted by whinnies, the placid kindness of the mares and the hotblooded show of the stallions. the sweetness of foals. and now, he has his love in his bed, reading a book to him. there was nothing more he could want.
jayce does not last more than five minutes as viktor pets through his hair and reads him possibily the first page of the book before drifting off into a siesta. he looks so peaceful. he closes his eyes to a smile and smiles back the entire time he dreams so deeply his lips keep the slight upturn with his easy, deep breaths. ]
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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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Milk finds its way into the crevices inside me. Around the stuffing.
[ His face melts into one of innocent patience as if he's explaining a simple concept to Jayce rather than perpetuating an innuendo. ]
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And down your throat.
[ viktor is more prepared than him. this was a mistake (no this was the best idea)— ]
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Tongue darting out to catch the pad of Jayce's thumb, he smirks even as his eyes widen playfully.]
Yes, of course down my throat, that's what we've been talking about this whole time. Eating.
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Alright— you win.
[ have your milk and water in peace. jayce, in the meantime, takes the plates to set them on the nightstand, lays down with his legs hanging off the bed at the knees, while his head sinks into the nest of bed covers and viktor's lap. ]
All morning . . . I just couldn't stop thinking about you.
[ and the night before. Just. magical. ]
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He lets Jayce settle down and runs his fingers through those soft chocolate locks, tracing fingertips along the edges of his beard and running over the seam of his lips. ]
What were you thinking about? [ Reaching a little farther down, he dips his fingers beneath the collar of Jayce's shirt and rubs his thumb thoughtfully over one of the lovebites on his neck. ]
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he's filled with a content sigh that fills his lungs and breaks past his lips. the view from down here is gorgeous, too. ]
How beautiful you looked on top of me is just one of the many.
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Humming, thumb pressing lightly at the corner of Jayce's lips, Viktor smiles down at him. ] Oh, dirty thoughts then. Was I not a beautiful sleeper to behold after?
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Almost didn't get out of bed.
[ he's hauling both legs, brace included, into bed so he could lay on his side against viktor. he doesn't want to go through the effort of taking it off when he needs to get back to work in two, three hours. plenty of time to rest. ]
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So he cracks open the book, licks his thumb, and pages to the first chapter. ] You shouldn't have, I would have given you a lovely lazy morning.
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Warhammer wouldn't forgive me.
[ when he gets to the stables, they're already making a racket and banging at stall doors . . . they'd be so mad at him for sleeping in.
not to mention his job. but it's a nice activity to include in his retirement plan. he catches himself thinking of growing old with this man on a small property, their own horses— greying beards and wrinkled eyes when they smile. so many foals. that is what marriage foretells, anyway, so, he can't be wrong to fantasize.
jayce went far with that one. he blinks a few times and rubs viktor's arm. ]
You'll wake me up at noon?
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[ His smile is proof that it's anything but cruel. He loves that Jayce cares so deeply for the horses, and especially the one that he'd been challenged to tame. It's proof of his dedication and patience, and somewhere in the depths of Viktor's mind, shows that he doesn't have to worry about not being the perfect man all the time. If Jayce can love a temperamental gelding, surely he can love a complicated human.
Glancing around to lay eyes on a clock, Viktor draws his left knee up to prop the book against so he'll be free to turn the pages with one hand and caress Jayce's hair with the other. ] Yes, I promise.
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jayce does not last more than five minutes as viktor pets through his hair and reads him possibily the first page of the book before drifting off into a siesta. he looks so peaceful. he closes his eyes to a smile and smiles back the entire time he dreams so deeply his lips keep the slight upturn with his easy, deep breaths. ]