Jayce unable to keep his hands off him proves distracting, and Viktor fumbles with the buckles more than he ordinarily would. He doesn't even care about getting fully undressed, but Jayce seems to be making that decision for him. The one advantage to having one leg strapped up in metal and leather is that it usually affords them a few moments to slow down and breathe while Viktor works it off. The back brace is similar in that it anchors to metal implants, forcing some degree of meticulousness, when it comes to taking it off and putting it back on again.
He finishes the buckles around his thigh and then lifts his arms so that Jayce can pull his shirt off, before he hunches back over to work on the rest of it. This, of course, has the added advantage, of providing a large swath of pale skin for Jayce to put his hands all over. Viktor shudders a little at the mouth on the back of his neck,
"I know you do." He says it all the time, and though Viktor knows that Jayce doesn't care how sick he is, he still finds himself wishing he could be less ragged. Be more like he knows he's supposed to be, were he left un-ravaged by the Undercity. He straightens, letting the metal clatter to the floor, using his good leg to nudge his boot off, then his shoes.
"If people can't figure out whether you mean romantic partners, I consider it their problem." But, he gets it. Jayce wants no ambiguity, when it comes to letting others know whether or not they're together. "Shall I call you my significant other, instead?"
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Date: 2022-09-30 09:01 pm (UTC)He finishes the buckles around his thigh and then lifts his arms so that Jayce can pull his shirt off, before he hunches back over to work on the rest of it. This, of course, has the added advantage, of providing a large swath of pale skin for Jayce to put his hands all over. Viktor shudders a little at the mouth on the back of his neck,
"I know you do." He says it all the time, and though Viktor knows that Jayce doesn't care how sick he is, he still finds himself wishing he could be less ragged. Be more like he knows he's supposed to be, were he left un-ravaged by the Undercity. He straightens, letting the metal clatter to the floor, using his good leg to nudge his boot off, then his shoes.
"If people can't figure out whether you mean romantic partners, I consider it their problem." But, he gets it. Jayce wants no ambiguity, when it comes to letting others know whether or not they're together. "Shall I call you my significant other, instead?"