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[In his mind, Viktor was the one to kiss first. No question about it. The second those trembling hands pulled him in, Jayce felt like he'd won. The neediness behind that kiss matches Jayce's own, and his hand slides down the back of Viktor's braced leg, gripping the thigh and carefully hiking it over his hip to try and pull him closer.]

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[They would, in fact, be arguing about this for weeks. Not that it mattered right now, and in fact very little mattered to Viktor at the present moment. His arms--fortunately a good deal stronger than the rest of him--moved around Jayce's shoulders for support as he pulled himself up, hooking both legs around his partner's waist with a soft moan into his mouth.]

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[Jayce makes a small noise of surprise at both legs now being around his waist, but he's quick to grip Viktor's thighs and rest him against the edge of the desk for at least some extra support because the way Viktor is hauling him around makes him feel more than a little weak in the knees.]

I really thought I could make it a week. [He laughs softly, nosing at Viktor's cheek playfully, down to nip at his jaw.] But then I saw the hollow of your throat and remembered what it tasted like and it all fell apart.

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You held out longer than I expected. [Humming softly in contentment, Viktor tilted his head back and slid a hand into Jayce's hair.] I honestly thought losing the tie would make you give up sooner.

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Gods, I do love your neck. [Every exposed freckle and beauty mark is granted a warm kiss as Jayce works his way down to the hollow of his throat to dip his tongue into that crease, licking at the saltsweet taste of him with a sigh like he's been holding his breath these past four days.]

But I was determined. And then I saw your wrists today, fuck.

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Mmn...you're so good to me. [A small shudder at the attention to his neck, Viktor's other hand trailing from arm to shoulders in feather-light touches of delicate fingertips.]

Of course...we can not very well back down after setting our minds to something, yes?

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I love being good to you. I'd worship your body constantly, if I could. [Which might be an exaggeration from someone else, but not only is it Jayce, it's about Viktor, which means it is emphatically true.]

I could be good to you right now. I could lock the door, get on my knees, and be very good to you, if you wanted.

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Is that what you want, Jayce? Piltover's favorite son brought to his knees for me, praised with every breath in all the ways you deserve?

[His nails scratched lightly as the hand in Jayce's hair tightened, pulling him into a sharp, demanding kiss with the edge of a bite to it.]

What are you waiting for?

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[He's about to mention how much he loves it when Viktor uses his nails like that, but then Viktor says that and it's a miracle Jayce's knees don't buckle then and there.

One hand shoots out to brace against the table next to Viktor to try and steady himself, and he whines pathetically into Viktor's mouth.]

Fu-uhck Viktor, you can't just say that.

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I told you, did I not? I would not have even needed to touch you in order to make you give up.

[Viktor pulled back by inches, mischievous smirk on his face as he let his hands fall away.]

Now, put me down and make sure the door is locked.

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If you keep ordering me around like that, I might forget to lock the door. [But he does dutifully set Viktor down on the desk, stealing one more needy kiss before he forces himself to move back and make sure the door is locked.

While he has the chance to, he leans against the door a little to catch his breath. Watching Viktor from across the room for a moment.] Janna's mercy, look at you. Do you have any idea how badly I want to cover your neck in bruises all the time? It's so hard to keep it below the collar.

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You would like that, wouldn't you? [Tilting his head slightly, watching Jayce with the kind of look that always meant trouble.] Marked like all of your notes, so there would be no doubt of whose work was on display?

[Viktor rolled his eyes like he wouldn't have loved that on some level.]

Typical. The average Piltovan ego defies measurement.

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Less marked and more I can't keep my hands and mouth off you, and there's a freckle just below your jaw that's begging to be bitten. [He pushes off the door, forcing himself to take slow steps so he's not immediately back at Viktor's side like he so longs to be.]

What would be even better though, is having your marks on me, instead. So it's clear to everyone just who I belong to.

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Well, I would be lying if I said that was not an appealing thought.

[Viktor held out a thin hand, both silently asking for Jayce's own and also beckoning him closer.]

This whole city adores you, Jayce. You could have anything and anyone you wanted. It is terribly annoying they can not know you chose me instead.

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[Jayce takes that hand, happily, and presses a kiss to each of Viktor's fingertips, ending with a lingering kiss to his palm and holding his gaze the whole time. It does bother him that Viktor doesn't want to risk anyone knowing about the nature of their relationship. There are others in Piltover, and he suspects in Zaun as well, who are more open about such things.

But he's not ready, he's nervous, and Jayce won't push it for now.]

I think anyone who's seen us together knows I'm your partner. That I belong to you. They just don't know how deep that goes.

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[Their work took precedence to Viktor in all things--within reason. Jeopardizing that with the kind of rumors that would run wild through Piltover over such a relationship was unthinkable. Besides that--Viktor didn't have a notable reputation to damage, but Jayce certainly did. A scientific collaboration was one thing, but a romantic entanglement with a Zaunite would discredit him faster than one could say 'trencher'.]

[...So admittedly, he envied Jayce's perspective where things were so much more straightforward, and elected not to argue with it by pointing out Viktor all but lived in his shadow. That was fine, and he didn't honestly mind the lack of publicity. All that mattered was right in front of him, thin fingers curling around Jayce's hand in a light and gentle squeeze.]

You belong to me, hm? A little dramatic, don't you think?

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[It's good, then, that Viktor is there to hold him steady. To be that voice of reason. Because he would without question or second thought throw it all away if it meant he and Viktor were together, in the end.

He keeps their fingers twined and their hands joined as he steps between Viktor's legs again, pressing a tender kiss to the beauty mark at the corner of his mouth. The neediness has dissipated a little in the moments he was locking the door, but the heat still lingers.]

Maybe. Probably. But I do. Every part of me, mind and body, is yours. If you want it.

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Of course I do, Jayce. I want everything you are willing to give me.

[And he'd treat all of it like the priceless gift his partner was, other arm draped loosely over Jayce's shoulders as he answered with a slow, gentle kiss of his own.]

I may not have much in turn, but all of it was only ever yours.

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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.

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[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.]

...very well. Present an argument, then.

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[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.

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Your plans are as ambitious as that? Perhaps I should expect no less.

[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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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.

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You...you do not have to, you know. I mean--there is no expectation to make me feel better about what must be an unpleasant sight.

[Which was about as far as he argued, squeezing Jayce's hand gently.]

...But I would...not object to that.

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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.