[Once he has the front buckles undone, he lets Jayce handle the rest, simply curling his arms around his shoulders and burying his face in his neck. He inhales a little sharply when the brace releases, but then relaxes, simply enjoying having hands on him and holding Jayce in turn. It's very difficult to resist putting his mouth on him, so he doesn't, tilting his head a little to (perhaps distractingly) kiss the side of Jayce's face, his neck, while he tries to work.
Unfair, maybe, but Viktor never purported to play fair.
With the layers peeled away, the extent of his injuries is obvious, beyond the sensitive, reddened areas that follow the line of his shoulder strap and brace. He's had a week to heal, but the fading purple of a bruise on his side shows where and how he fell off the horse, and he's still a little scratched up from the ordeal. When Jayce is ready to heal him, Viktor holds still, leaning back a little so as not to be a distraction. He'd mentioned a noticeable improvement, and they both know Jayce is always at his most industrious when something's bothering him.
This appears to be no exception. The familiar warmth spreads through his chest, but somehow he can feel it penetrating deeper, the pain and pressure lessening in a way he hasn't felt before. Maybe there's more to it than just temporary relief. He wants to get his notebook--write down the things he's feeling and chart his symptoms, but Viktor stops himself. Not that he'd be able to go anywhere, anyway, when Jayce is kissing him like this. What choice does he have, but to reciporicate?]
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Date: 2022-06-18 02:19 pm (UTC)Unfair, maybe, but Viktor never purported to play fair.
With the layers peeled away, the extent of his injuries is obvious, beyond the sensitive, reddened areas that follow the line of his shoulder strap and brace. He's had a week to heal, but the fading purple of a bruise on his side shows where and how he fell off the horse, and he's still a little scratched up from the ordeal. When Jayce is ready to heal him, Viktor holds still, leaning back a little so as not to be a distraction. He'd mentioned a noticeable improvement, and they both know Jayce is always at his most industrious when something's bothering him.
This appears to be no exception. The familiar warmth spreads through his chest, but somehow he can feel it penetrating deeper, the pain and pressure lessening in a way he hasn't felt before. Maybe there's more to it than just temporary relief. He wants to get his notebook--write down the things he's feeling and chart his symptoms, but Viktor stops himself. Not that he'd be able to go anywhere, anyway, when Jayce is kissing him like this. What choice does he have, but to reciporicate?]