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.]
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.
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.
[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?
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.
[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?
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.
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?
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.]
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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
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?
[Funny enough, that eloquence immediately evaporated with a faintly startled look. Whatever he'd been expecting, that seemed to catch Viktor off guard.]
I-...are you sure? You don't have to-...
[He glanced around nervously, trying to reconcile Jayce's copious praise with his own rock bottom self-image.]
I want to. [Maybe it comes out a little too eagerly, but he can't help the way his fingers are already fumbling with straps and buckles.] I told you. There's no part of you I don't want to touch. To kiss, if you'll let me.
I just need -- [Right, he shrugs out of his own shirt before slipping his hands under the leather of Viktor's brace as it's removed, moaning softly at the feeling of warm, sweatslick skin there.] Beautiful. You're beautiful.
[Viktor let out a low moan when Jayce's hands trailed over red marks where hard leather dug into pale skin all day, head dropping against his partner's shoulder as tension drained out of a thin frame.]
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[Said like he wasn't working to unbutton that shirt at that very moment.]
...Maybe just a little carried away.
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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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Gods, look at you. Beautiful--you always have been.
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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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Perhaps I am not the only one needing convincing, hm?
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You're brilliant. Compassionate, gentle, caring--how could I have ever done anything but fall in love with you?
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Gods, Jayce, I need you to touch me every way you could possibly want to.
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[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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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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That uh -- that doesn't sound terrible to me. Not at all.
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[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-...are you sure? You don't have to-...
[He glanced around nervously, trying to reconcile Jayce's copious praise with his own rock bottom self-image.]
...y-yes, if--if you want to.
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[Which came out more as a soft admission than flirting, Viktor's hands a little steadier as he unfastened the brace in much more practiced motions.]
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...still don't believe you.
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