And that's that. Viktor sets his jaw, trying to hold still while he can feel himself starting to get...well, wet.

He's got a decision to make here. And he knows that it has to be him, because Jayce will absolutely not.

He could pull away. Put an end to this here and now.

Meh.

Instead, his hands reach out to find Jayce's biceps, watching the paths his fingertips take to commit the contour to touch and memory both. Humming approvingly.

"You're huge, you know."

He can't even hide the undercurrent of want in that statement.