Jayce hasn't had the most adventurous sex life. Not for lack of interest, exactly, but he hasn't had really consistent lovers and as they both know, eventually he got focused on work too and stopped bothering. He's had fine experiences, such as with Mel, and he enjoyed them, but he didn't really take a long-term consistent lover. Someone he could ask these sorts of things from, but even with Viktor, he gets shy. He doesn't know if the things he likes are normal, per se. Viktor doesn't mind that he covers him in marks, which was the first time he ever did that, so he's getting more comfortable.

Jayce watches him undress eagerly and finds that this is exactly what he wanted when Viktor leans over him like that, a hand on his chest, his other on himself. There's color in his cheeks but also his eyes are almost as gold as Viktor's when he's turned on, running his tongue along his lips. The intense eye contact is very much wanted and he reaches out to run his large hand across Viktor's chest.

"What do I look like to you right now?" A mess? Yes. He wonders if Viktor likes that, if he enjoys seeing him completely undone this way. Jayce caresses a nipple and pinches it, wishing he could suck it, he knows how Viktor likes that. But then he wouldn't be able to look at him like this, naked and fully in command. Jayce just came and there's still heat in his gaze.