Jayce is the one who makes physical gestures all the time, and he is delighted that now the dam is broken between them, it's Viktor who seems to have no qualms about touching him. He leans his head into Viktor's hand when it runs through his hair, loving the feeling of it. He's been with enough people that he feels pretty comfortable with this level of intimacy, but not so much that it isn't exciting and new. It would be that anyway because it is with Viktor. Everything they're doing is telling him a new story about his partner.
He can't stop touching him, every kiss making him feel a little closer to drowning, a hand running along his back, not caring about them being wet at the moment. Jayce chuckles and presses his mouth against Viktor's cheek, lowering his head down to kiss the curve of his long neck. "What, you don't have anything in my size?" It's a tease since frankly very few people are his size. Jayce is tall and broad and while he finds Viktor unbearably attractive, he could never get into one of his shirts or pants. His partner is skinny as a rail. He puts the towel around his neck instead, for now.
"A sheet is fine." He steps back, unhappy about the space between them, but decides there's no reason to keep his clammy wet clothes on. Jayce pulls his tie off, shrugging out of his vest, undoing his shirt with maybe a little too much eye contact. His cheeks flush, it's suggestive but he doesn't know how to do this in a situation like theirs without being suggestive. When he finally peels off his shirt he reaches out to take his towel back.
Jayce is from a family of people who work with their hands. He creates the physical parts of their projects himself, most of the time, spending time in the forge when he doesn't really need to. But he likes being a part of all parts of their work. It's a good work out and sometimes he likes being distracted by the physicality. Despite being well aware some people find him attractive like this, that doesn't mean Viktor will, so there is a tiny bit of nerves curling into his stomach.
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He can't stop touching him, every kiss making him feel a little closer to drowning, a hand running along his back, not caring about them being wet at the moment. Jayce chuckles and presses his mouth against Viktor's cheek, lowering his head down to kiss the curve of his long neck. "What, you don't have anything in my size?" It's a tease since frankly very few people are his size. Jayce is tall and broad and while he finds Viktor unbearably attractive, he could never get into one of his shirts or pants. His partner is skinny as a rail. He puts the towel around his neck instead, for now.
"A sheet is fine." He steps back, unhappy about the space between them, but decides there's no reason to keep his clammy wet clothes on. Jayce pulls his tie off, shrugging out of his vest, undoing his shirt with maybe a little too much eye contact. His cheeks flush, it's suggestive but he doesn't know how to do this in a situation like theirs without being suggestive. When he finally peels off his shirt he reaches out to take his towel back.
Jayce is from a family of people who work with their hands. He creates the physical parts of their projects himself, most of the time, spending time in the forge when he doesn't really need to. But he likes being a part of all parts of their work. It's a good work out and sometimes he likes being distracted by the physicality. Despite being well aware some people find him attractive like this, that doesn't mean Viktor will, so there is a tiny bit of nerves curling into his stomach.