"Yes? Perfect." It feels easy, still. Like talking with him is, like working with him is. It's one more extension of their partnership. A natural evolution from where they started to here, it feels like.

Jayce braces on hand against the table next to Viktor's hip to help steady himself, nosing at Viktor's jaw as he undoes the button and fly of his trousers to slip his hand inside. His breath catches a little at the heat of him, so fucking warm and gods, wet already. He moves slowly, learning the shape and curve of him, keeping his touch light for the moment. "Do you have any idea," he sighs against Viktor's skin, "How fucking sexy you are?"