Viktor keeps going until Jayce tells him to stop, then he releases his hand, letting it hover for a moment before choosing a (clean) spot for it to come to rest. He pulls back from the kiss and watches Jayce's face, expecting a request to follow but perhaps not anticipating it in this particular way. Like almost everything else about Jayce, Viktor finds this hopelessly endearing. The sheer sheepishness with which he makes the request--calling it a pitch, even--almost gets a laugh out of him.

"Well, since you asked so politely..."

He can't quite hide the way the corners of his lips quirk upward. It aches, almost, to peel himself away from Jayce's warm body, but he tells himself this is a necessity. Viktor sits up to strip his pants off, then, with some effort, swings his good leg over Jayce's middle in order to straddle him. One hand splays across the broad chest beneath him, the other slides down to take himself in hand. All the while, he watches Jayce intently.