[It's something he's wanted for who knows how long now. A decade, perhaps? Doesn't matter, because he can have it now. They can have it now.
He goes as slowly as either of them can handle, as gently as he can manage. Not careful, because Viktor doesn't need that, but tender, and filled with soft praise and sweet kisses pressed to Viktor's mouth, his jaw, his neck, anywhere his mouth can reach. His hands wander, gripping greedily at his partner, holding him as close as he can.
Afterwards, he wraps Viktor in his arms, pressing kisses to his hair and murmuring nonsense as he catches his breath.]
[He hadn't been totally sure what he'd expected--maybe a little rough treatment would have been nice, but a bit silly to think Jayce of all people would have done as much without being explicitly asked, least of all now. But it was just as good, he concluded, to be treated as something delicate rather than fragile; every breath of his own coming out in the kind of soft encouragement and praise he knew his partner liked.]
[Which he would still be doing after the fact, curling into his chest and mumbling half-dazed endearments half in his own native dialect.]
...you're perfect. Don't know what I did to deserve you.
Mm. [He does so love hearing Viktor speaking Zaunite to him, even if he only understands the odd word here and there. Jayce strokes his fingers through Viktor's hair, making contented noises as Viktor settles against his chest.]
I wouldn't say I'm perfect. What I am, though, is yours.
I think I've loved you since that first night in Heimerdinger's lab. But it took me a little while longer than that to realize it. I don't think it was any particular thing that made me realize it, just... you at the chalkboard, like you were every day. Lecturing me about some equation I'd fumbled, like you always did. And it hit me: oh Janna's mercy, I really love this man.
[While he rambles, he takes Viktor's scaled hand from where it is on his waist, lifting it to toy with his fingers and press kisses to his palm.]
[Viktor laughed softly under the affectionate touches to his hand, a breathless little ehehe as he nuzzled into Jayce's shoulder in some semblance of embarrassment.]
It...was the same for me. I fell for you the moment I saw you floating across from me on the ceiling. But I do not think I realized it fully until we began working together in earnest. You made a perfect space for me to stand beside you, rather than a step behind. You... [He trailed off briefly, other arm tightening around his waist.]
...I felt a sense of safety with you that I rarely had before.
That's all I want, you beside me, always. There will always be a space there for you, I promise. [He pauses, turning Viktor's hand over in his. Slotting his fingers together to study the way Jayce's skin looks against Viktor's scales. It's not quite as frightening to him, now.]
Can I tell you something? Something we were talking about, in the market. When you asked me why I was upset.
It's not difficult. Or -- it was, but it isn't anymore. [Another kiss, this time to Viktor's fingertips, before he turns his gaze onto Viktor's face.]
The Shimmer did help you, but it also... it augmented you. Shifted you, I guess. [He hates to use the word mutated, because it wasn't necessarily a negative thing. Or maybe it was, he didn't know.] This hand, and your right leg, they were a bluish purple colour, when I -- when I found you, after the attack.
The places where there are scales now, that's what the Shimmer affected. It just startled me, to make that connection. But it isn't a bad thing. It's still you, still a part of you, and that makes it something beautiful.
[Viktor hummed softly, eyes drifting to the side as he considered this. Strange--surely not a coincidence, yet there was no biological reason for anything supernatural to focus on those points.]
It is...an adjustment, but I do not dislike it. I am not sure what to think of it, just yet--far too early in the process to make any sure conclusion one way or the other.
[He shifted again, pressing closer for a light kiss to Jayce's forehead.]
...I did not take it yet before I left our world, I promise you this. [Whether Viktor realized it or not, the absence of runes cut into his skin was proof enough of that fact.] So the reasoning for this common thread is beyond me, but...I am relieved it does not bother you.
I don't care. I mean -- [He wraps both arms around Viktor again, nuzzling into his neck.] I do care, but it doesn't matter to me if you took it or not, because it was helping you. Or at least I think it was. [He hopes it was, rather than causing him more harm.]
But like I said, it's just new. A new part of the man I love that I get to -- not study, but explore. [But he is, of course, taking note on their changes, as he assumes Viktor is as well.] We can theorize about it, later, if you want. And you can tell me all about the scales on my back.
...I think we can study it a little, Jayce. [running a hand through his hair with a soft, playful smile.] We are scientists, after all. I think we could not possibly ask for better subjects, no?
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He goes as slowly as either of them can handle, as gently as he can manage. Not careful, because Viktor doesn't need that, but tender, and filled with soft praise and sweet kisses pressed to Viktor's mouth, his jaw, his neck, anywhere his mouth can reach. His hands wander, gripping greedily at his partner, holding him as close as he can.
Afterwards, he wraps Viktor in his arms, pressing kisses to his hair and murmuring nonsense as he catches his breath.]
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[Which he would still be doing after the fact, curling into his chest and mumbling half-dazed endearments half in his own native dialect.]
...you're perfect. Don't know what I did to deserve you.
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I wouldn't say I'm perfect. What I am, though, is yours.
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[He hummed softly, arms slipping around the other man's waist as he pressed closer.]
...I love you. I always have.
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[While he rambles, he takes Viktor's scaled hand from where it is on his waist, lifting it to toy with his fingers and press kisses to his palm.]
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It...was the same for me. I fell for you the moment I saw you floating across from me on the ceiling. But I do not think I realized it fully until we began working together in earnest. You made a perfect space for me to stand beside you, rather than a step behind. You... [He trailed off briefly, other arm tightening around his waist.]
...I felt a sense of safety with you that I rarely had before.
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Can I tell you something? Something we were talking about, in the market. When you asked me why I was upset.
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It's alright. Whatever it is...this is where I belong. I do not intend to leave, no matter how difficult things may become.
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The Shimmer did help you, but it also... it augmented you. Shifted you, I guess. [He hates to use the word mutated, because it wasn't necessarily a negative thing. Or maybe it was, he didn't know.] This hand, and your right leg, they were a bluish purple colour, when I -- when I found you, after the attack.
The places where there are scales now, that's what the Shimmer affected. It just startled me, to make that connection. But it isn't a bad thing. It's still you, still a part of you, and that makes it something beautiful.
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It is...an adjustment, but I do not dislike it. I am not sure what to think of it, just yet--far too early in the process to make any sure conclusion one way or the other.
[He shifted again, pressing closer for a light kiss to Jayce's forehead.]
...I did not take it yet before I left our world, I promise you this. [Whether Viktor realized it or not, the absence of runes cut into his skin was proof enough of that fact.] So the reasoning for this common thread is beyond me, but...I am relieved it does not bother you.
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But like I said, it's just new. A new part of the man I love that I get to -- not study, but explore. [But he is, of course, taking note on their changes, as he assumes Viktor is as well.] We can theorize about it, later, if you want. And you can tell me all about the scales on my back.
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