"Thank fuck." His arms wrap around Viktor, embracing him almost greedily and hauling him close, feeling confident that even if he throws him off balance with the tug forward, he can take his weight.

He tastes like anise and the olive Jayce watched him suck off the toothpick that came with his martini when he was trying and failing not to think too hard about his mouth. The kiss is messy, too much tongue and teeth getting in the way and it's exactly what he needs right now.