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[boyofprogress]

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𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 ★ 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 ★ 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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Can I convince you? [He doesn't comment on his own perfection; it's a comment he'd heard a handful of times before, but had never really considered to be true. Instead he noses at the side of Viktor's face, one hand slipping between them to work at the buttons of his waistcoat so he can better feel the warmth of his partner's skin.]

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Please-

[The answer was a little too sharp and insistent, like Jayce had just offered him water after months in a desert.]

...please. [His own hands started to wander, silently cursing the complexities of the formalwear Jayce looked so damn good in.] I've wanted this for years. I just-...never let myself hope you would want the same.

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Me too, Vik. [His own hands are trembling a little as he carefully unpins the broach, not wanting to stick either of them, then works the cravat loose.] Gods, me too. I wasted so much time being foolish when I could have been kissing you. I intend to fix that, now that I'm sure you want it, too.

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[Viktor muttered a soft curse in his native dialect, thin hands working out fabric and clasps while his mind was very understandably distracted.]

It's fine--we've both been so stupid for so long. We can still--if you're sure I am what you want, then I'm yours.

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Sorry -- sorry. [He's laughing, a nervous and giddy thing, as he helps Viktor get rid of all his ornamentation and shrugs out of his very fancy jacket.] If I'm sure? Viktor, I just told you a few hours ago I had a hard time keeping my hands off you and I was worried you didn't want it. Of course I'm sure.

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[Viktor's mouth twitched into a nervous smile in turn, huffing out a short breathy laugh.]

...okay. Okay. Then I will be abundantly clear from here on out: I absolutely want you. I always have.

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I feel the same. There's nothing I find undesirable about you, and I will spend every last breath I have helping you believe that. [Which might be a little dramatic, but, well. It's Jayce. And more importantly, it's Viktor.]

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Let's not get too carried away, hm?

[Said like he wasn't working to unbutton that shirt at that very moment.]

...Maybe just a little carried away.

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I'll do my best, but I make no promises. [Especially considering he'd finished with Viktor's waistcoat, and his fingers were working to untuck his shirt from his trousers.]

Did I tell you how pretty you looked tonight? I know I thought it a hundred times, but I don't remember if I ever said it out loud.

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Mm, you might have. [Viktor paused long enough to take his partner's face in both hands, thumb stroking along one of the lines beneath his eyes worn in by strain and exhaustion--gentle, even reverent.]

Gods, look at you. Beautiful--you always have been.

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[Jayce smiles, his expression a little dreamy, looking up at Viktor like an astronaut might look up at the stars. Something unearthly but still somehow their destiny.

And he happily leans into the touches, letting Viktor's thumbs soothe away the worry in his face.] Am I still?

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Always. [Viktor's own smile was warm, admiration and care softening gold eyes as he leaned in to brush a few fleeting kisses to those worn-in lines.]

Perhaps I am not the only one needing convincing, hm?

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Perhaps. [His smile and his laugh are both a little shy, and he reaches up to slide a hand into Viktor's hair as his partner dots him with kisses.] Gods, Viktor. I love you so damned much. Every time you look at me, I just feel... I don't even have words to put to it.

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[Taking that as encouragement, Viktor hummed in acknowledgment and ducked his head a little lower, trailing kisses along his throat with the edge of a smile.]

You're brilliant. Compassionate, gentle, caring--how could I have ever done anything but fall in love with you?

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Viktor -- [It comes out a little rough. Rougher, even, than his voice has been since their reunion. Something lower, a little more surprised and a lot more needy.] It's very hard to pay attention to what you're saying when you do that, I hope you know.

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Then I think I am doing something right. [Thin hands lowered to slip under Jayce's shirt, tracing gentle lines along his sides.] As usual, I am the one doing most of the work and keeping us focused, no?

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Oh I'm sorry, am I not touching you enough again? That seems to be a problem of mine. [Though now that he has his orders, so to speak, he works on undoing Viktor's shirt, as well. Letting his fingers brush against the other man's skin here and there as he moves.]

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Ah- [The touches pulled a soft, contented sigh from him, breath ghosting across skin.]

Gods, Jayce, I need you to touch me every way you could possibly want to.

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We'd be on this couch for a while if I did all that. I love holding you every night in bed, but sweet Janna, Viktor, I have imagined so many ways to touch you. My imagination is... creative. It gets distracting.

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Well, maybe not everything at once, but...

[Viktor pulled back by inches, shrugging off his own shirt.]

I have...grown to like this lack of personal space between us.

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[Jayce lets out a sigh with a low noise as he slides his hands over Viktor's waist, whining a little when he sees how much of Viktor's waist he can get his hands on.

Then he remembers that Viktor actually said something, and he should probably reply.] Yeah, uh. Me too.

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...

[Janna's fucking mercy, his hands practically met in the middle. Viktor had to very quickly brush aside a long list of indecent thoughts he was tempted to voice, catching Jayce's chin to gently tilt his head up.]

It's terrible--I think I have grown so accustomed to it that I would no longer know what to do without it.

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[Jayce makes a quiet nngk sort of noise at both the grip on his chin and his hands practically engulfing Viktor's waist. Mercy, if this is how he dies he will have lived a good life.]

That uh -- that doesn't sound terrible to me. Not at all.

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Doesn't it? You've set a dangerous precedent--I used to be content with what little contact I allowed from you.

[His tone was lightly teasing, hands dropping to run along Jayce's shoulders with full intent of getting his shirt off in turn.]

Now, I might never be able to stop.

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I want -- [There are too many things that he wants, right now, to properly name them, and it seems unfair that Viktor remains so eloquent while Jayce is struggling to speak. But finally, he's at least able to put words to one.] I want your skin. Can I help you out of your brace?