I thought I'd made it fairly clear how much I love your body. All of it. [And he hopes the way he sets his hand against Viktor's waist, where he knows the back brace sits, helps to underline his point.
Every piece of Viktor is a treasure, and he will treat it as such.] But I'll keep worshiping you until you finally start to believe me.
[What little confidence he'd had throughout all of this flaked away like the thin mask it was, Viktor pulling him closer to hide his face against his partner's neck.]
[Tenderly, Jayce cradles the back of Viktor's head, allowing him to take shelter against his neck. If Viktor needs to hide right now, that's okay. Jayce can accommodate that.
Slowly, he strokes his fingers through Viktor's hair, pressing a few soft kisses to the top of his head and giving their joined hands a squeeze.] Well. Unfortunately, I can't really make my argument here, in the lab. Even with the door locked, it might be a bit risky.
But I could tell you what it might be, if I were able to do it.
Well, you know me. I always shoot for the stars. But I say that because the first thing I would want to do is to help you out of your braces, and put my mouth on every mark and line they leave behind. Soothe those places with my hands, if you'll let me.
Because I love all those places, too. [A statement that he punctuates with a kiss to the side of Viktor's face.] I find all those places worthy of worship, whether you do or not.
I know I don't have to. But I want to. Not because I'm trying to make you feel better, but because I enjoy it.
[Another kiss, softly reassuring to his temple.] It's not unpleasant. Not to me. I wear gloves with tight fastenings when I'm working in the Forge, and sometimes they leave marks on my arms. To me, it looks the same. And it's just as kissable as the rest of you.
Then I'm happy to do that. [He turns his head to catch Viktor's mouth, the kiss so light it's almost chaste.]
My other plan would be to use the map I made of your freckles and carefully revisit each and every one, head to toe. As slowly as either of us could stand it.
I lasted two whole days longer than you thought I would, need I remind you? [Though to Viktor's point, the hand at his waist is tugging at the hem of his shirt in order to slip his fingers underneath and tease over the bare skin where the gap in his brace is.]
The initial what? What were you about to say? [Now it's his turn to smirk, as he strokes his fingertips back and forth against Viktor's side. Maybe he did fold under the onslaught of Viktor's exposed neck and wrists, but two can play at that game.]
And if I told you I got myself off these past few nights, thinking about how amazing it was going to feel to be able to touch you again? [His smirk widens a little, flashing a hint of one of his pointed canines.]
Impatient. [He repeated himself with the smallest nip to Jayce's neck, a teasing bite from sharp and crooked teeth.]
No wonder it took you longer than expected to give up, even with my best efforts. And here I was, wondering if you might not find me as attractive as you always say you do.
[Viktor's side gets a light pinch, and Jayce gives his partner his very best sad eyes.] It was torture without you, are you kidding? It was like being back before we kissed, when I could only look at you all day. Admire you from afar, unable to touch.
Viktor. [He huffs a sigh and buries his nose against Viktor's neck, inhaling deeply. Exhaling slowly because gods he's missed his scent up close like this. He works his thumb up under the leather of the brace, trying to get more of him.]
I could never. I never have, that hasn't changed in four days.
I am only joking, lásko. You have made no secret of what you actually think of me.
[As usual, he smelled vaguely of overly-sweetened anise and the metal of the lab, stroling a hand through Jayce's hair with the gentle scrape of nails against skin.]
It would be impossible to forget your stance on the matter.
Some day, I'm going to find out what all those little words mean. I'm going to buy a dictionary, and then you'll be in trouble. [But the threat is dampened, as it's muffled against Viktor's neck, and Jayce's words slur a little as he's pet.
He might follow through on that threat, some day. But he also likes, a little, that Viktor can express himself more deeply without fear of Jayce knowing what he says. He likes the mystery of it.]
Not even a little. But the attempt is charming, I think.
[Encouraged by the open praise, Viktor brought both hands to his partner's face, stroking a gentle touch under his eye before leaning in for a slow, deliberate kiss. Still perfectly willing to take all the time in the world, just to prove the point that he could.]
[Oh, oh, oh. He loves these kisses, perhaps most of all. Kissing for the sake of kissing, taking their time with it. And he loves the feeling of Viktor's cool fingers against his cheek, brushing the sensitive skin under his eyes.
With one hand still at Viktor's waist, the other slides along his good thigh, up to squeeze his hip. Touching because he can, now.]
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Every piece of Viktor is a treasure, and he will treat it as such.] But I'll keep worshiping you until you finally start to believe me.
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...very well. Present an argument, then.
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Slowly, he strokes his fingers through Viktor's hair, pressing a few soft kisses to the top of his head and giving their joined hands a squeeze.] Well. Unfortunately, I can't really make my argument here, in the lab. Even with the door locked, it might be a bit risky.
But I could tell you what it might be, if I were able to do it.
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[Viktor hummed softly in contentment, a thin smile coming to his face.]
Very well. As your partner, I will hear what you have in mind to prove your point.
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Because I love all those places, too. [A statement that he punctuates with a kiss to the side of Viktor's face.] I find all those places worthy of worship, whether you do or not.
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[Which was about as far as he argued, squeezing Jayce's hand gently.]
...But I would...not object to that.
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[Another kiss, softly reassuring to his temple.] It's not unpleasant. Not to me. I wear gloves with tight fastenings when I'm working in the Forge, and sometimes they leave marks on my arms. To me, it looks the same. And it's just as kissable as the rest of you.
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...It does tend to ache, after wearing them all day. Just a little help would not be the worst thing, I think.
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My other plan would be to use the map I made of your freckles and carefully revisit each and every one, head to toe. As slowly as either of us could stand it.
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[Semantics cut off in a quiet gasp, Viktor immediately leaning into the touch of warm hands against cool skin.]
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[Practically humming as much against his throat in a way that sounded remarkably like praise, Viktor tried and failed to repress a small smile.]
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Would that also be terrible?
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No wonder it took you longer than expected to give up, even with my best efforts. And here I was, wondering if you might not find me as attractive as you always say you do.
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[Viktor laughed softly against Jayce's ear, tone light and teasing.]
I've missed you, too.
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I could never. I never have, that hasn't changed in four days.
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[As usual, he smelled vaguely of overly-sweetened anise and the metal of the lab, stroling a hand through Jayce's hair with the gentle scrape of nails against skin.]
It would be impossible to forget your stance on the matter.
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He might follow through on that threat, some day. But he also likes, a little, that Viktor can express himself more deeply without fear of Jayce knowing what he says. He likes the mystery of it.]
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[Which sounded like an entirely sincere statement, because it was.]
Chci s tebou strávit zbytek života.
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Gods, I missed your fingers in my hair, just like this. I missed your hands. I think I'm addicted to your touch.
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[Encouraged by the open praise, Viktor brought both hands to his partner's face, stroking a gentle touch under his eye before leaning in for a slow, deliberate kiss. Still perfectly willing to take all the time in the world, just to prove the point that he could.]
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With one hand still at Viktor's waist, the other slides along his good thigh, up to squeeze his hip. Touching because he can, now.]
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