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[boyofprogress]

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.

[hexcrafter]

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.

[boyofprogress]

[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.

[hexcrafter]

...

[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.

[boyofprogress]

[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.

[hexcrafter]

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.

[boyofprogress]

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?

[hexcrafter]

[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.]

...y-yes, if--if you want to.

[boyofprogress]

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.

[hexcrafter]

There are very few things I would not let you do, Jayce.

[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.]

[boyofprogress]

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.

[hexcrafter]

[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.]

...still don't believe you.

[boyofprogress]

Then I'll carry you to bed and lay you down, and kiss every mark your brace left behind. While telling you how godsdamned pretty you are.

[hexcrafter]

Gods, Jayce, keep your hands on me like that and you can carry me wherever you want.

[boyofprogress]

Could I? [It's a little breathless and a lot needy, and his hands slide down to Viktor's ass while he mentally does a few quick calculations.] I could pick you up right now, if you put your legs around my waist.

[hexcrafter]

[Viktor hummed softly in thought--then pressed in close with his arms around Jayce's neck to catch him in a slow, lingering kiss. Both because he wanted to marvel at how easily they fit together like a set of matching cogs in a machine, and to quiet the sounds of discomfort at changing his position. It took a little effort, but he settled his legs around his partner's waist, pulling back only far enough to leave a playful bite against his throat.]

...would never allow this from anyone else, you know. Only you--it has only ever been you.

[boyofprogress]

[Mel had been wonderful; a good friend, and a great comfort during some incredibly difficult times in his life. But it was friendship with some added intimacy, the emotions were entirely different.

Everything with Viktor is different. They work so damned well together he can't imagine them apart. Like now, when Viktor is winding around him and Jayce carefully grips the back of his thighs to lift him, standing and taking a step towards their shared bed.] It could only ever be you.

Though gods Viktor, I won't be able to get us to the damned bed if you bite my neck like that.

[hexcrafter]

Consider it a test of how well you work under pressure. Because if you drop me, I will be very annoyed.

[And yet, somehow, not a dealbreaker. Though he did lighten up just a little, pressing a kiss to the same spot he'd bitten as if in apology.]

[boyofprogress]

I won't drop you, but I might bump us into a table. [He keeps one arm tight around Viktor's waist, the other wrapped around his back so he can sink his fingers into his partner's hair, welcoming and encouraging the kiss.]

Helluva time to pressure test me, you know.

[hexcrafter]

If we do not have a few bruises by morning, at least one of us will have failed. A few mishaps on the way there are hardly going to be noticeable.

[boyofprogress]

[Jayce swears under his breath and ends up leaning Viktor against a wall to try and fix him with a stern look. Which lasts all of a moment before he's laughing and kissing him again.]

You're a menace, do you know that?

[hexcrafter]

Mm, you have given me this impression at times. Is that a problem?

[boyofprogress]

That depends. [It's his turn, now, to nuzzle and nip at Viktor's neck, settling on a place around his collarbone to leave one of those requested bruises.] Is me wanting to press you against a wall most of the time a problem?

[hexcrafter]

Ah- [The attention to Viktor's collarbone drew out a soft moan, fingers curling tightly in his partner's hair.] Please, gods--it's not, it is decidedly not a problem...

[boyofprogress]

You say that now, but what if it gets in the way of work? [It's said with a smirk against Viktor's shoulder, fingers pressing harder against where he's gripping him, mouthing at the mark he left. Janna's mercy, this is good. The physical aspects, of course, but also the relief of being able to say everything he's wanted to say to Viktor for so long. All the sweet, silly comments he's had to hold back.]