"I'm not being provocative. I'm eating my toast, and then you can carry me back to our bed and have your way with me, because it's your birthday."
Okay, perhaps he's being a little provocative. In his defense, however, it was Jayce who agreed to come to breakfast, so he can be patient for a little longer. He eats one-handed while Jayce kisses his knuckles, then reaches for a napkin as soon as his hand is free, watching intently his partner tries the toast, gauging his reaction.
Once there's confirmation that it is, in fact, edible, Viktor goes back to eating. He's slower than Jayce, nibbling a little, a testament to his smaller appetite more than anything. Still, he's content to sit and eat while Jayce wolfs his down and then goes right back to touching him, those familiar fingers catching in the tangle of his hair (tousled on purpose, obviously). Viktor hums contentedly in response, then considers the next part.
"You know that I don't pay much attention to my birthday." A quiet, year-end affair, noted in the back of his mind for record-keeping purposes, but otherwise not really acknowledged. He won't begrudge either of them for missing it, given the fact that he'd been sick and they were scrambling to complete the Hexcore. "And I don't want to mark it by my arrival. I came here alone. It's not worth remembering."
Alone and sick and frustrated and angry and sure he'd never see Jayce again--not something Viktor wants to commemorate.
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Date: 2023-04-13 01:32 am (UTC)Okay, perhaps he's being a little provocative. In his defense, however, it was Jayce who agreed to come to breakfast, so he can be patient for a little longer. He eats one-handed while Jayce kisses his knuckles, then reaches for a napkin as soon as his hand is free, watching intently his partner tries the toast, gauging his reaction.
Once there's confirmation that it is, in fact, edible, Viktor goes back to eating. He's slower than Jayce, nibbling a little, a testament to his smaller appetite more than anything. Still, he's content to sit and eat while Jayce wolfs his down and then goes right back to touching him, those familiar fingers catching in the tangle of his hair (tousled on purpose, obviously). Viktor hums contentedly in response, then considers the next part.
"You know that I don't pay much attention to my birthday." A quiet, year-end affair, noted in the back of his mind for record-keeping purposes, but otherwise not really acknowledged. He won't begrudge either of them for missing it, given the fact that he'd been sick and they were scrambling to complete the Hexcore. "And I don't want to mark it by my arrival. I came here alone. It's not worth remembering."
Alone and sick and frustrated and angry and sure he'd never see Jayce again--not something Viktor wants to commemorate.