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Viktor exhales like a laugh, leans in a little to say, "No, that would be красивый, сексапильный, гений." He makes sure his voice goes a little low for it, lets the language roughen the sound. He thinks this is likely a little mean but he cannot help it, not when Jayce's fluster is so endearing. He likes doing it, likes offering a place where Jayce doesn't have to put on any airs.

Getting into the building is a blessed relief, dripping on the tile as he leads them further in. First floor, the less stairs the better, and when they stop at his door he's the one who steals a kiss, grasping Jayce's chin before untangling enough to grab his keys. "Ah, I suppose breaking into Heimerdinger's office could count as a couple's activity. In that case I am overdue in bringing you home."

He unlocks the door, taking Jayce's hand again under the guise of pulling him in. It's a small place, a single room for a kitchen, living and dining area, two doors that likely lead to the bedroom and a bathroom. He could afford bigger but frankly he found this far more comfortable and familiar, on top of the fact he had little use for the place besides sleeping and minimal storage.

Speaking of there isn't much in the way of decoration, the table and couch covered in books and articles, a great many of them what he could find on magic that wasn't censored. There are a few books on forges and metalwork, ones he picked up thanks to Jayce, rather fascinated by the process once he had properly heard Jayce talk about it, seen his family forge himself. It helped to keep up with the conversation and not make Jayce backtrack if he got ahead of himself in the details of that particular line of discussion.

The only items that stick out are at a small desk crammed in the corner. A metal boat, a banged up box of tools that look so makeshift and worn they couldn't be of much use compared to any of the equipment the academy offered, and finally a cog with a string through the middle, hanging off the desk lamp. The same cog Jayce had pushed towards him when they floated in the air, that passed through the stabilized crystal like proof they had done what seemed impossible.

"I should be asking you that," Viktor points out, scurrying off reluctantly but coming back with a towel that he throws over Jayce's head. He shifts it to reveal Jayce's face, leans in for another kiss, using the towel to pull Jayce down to do so. He really could get used to this. "But no. Your ego may enjoy knowing I have never bothered with 'other boys,' at least not romantically. I never met anyone both smart enough to keep up and with... vision. Real vision and passion. Only you."

Jayce puts those words into his memory for another time. His accent will no doubt be horrible if he tries to use them himself, but that won't stop him from learning. He'd like to learn Viktor's language if he's open to it. He's never asked before because Viktor is a private person and there are many things he'd like to know but has held back from asking. Maybe now with an even deeper level of intimacy, he can get around to those questions. He's much more of an open book in comparison. It takes almost nothing to get Jayce to open up.

He could really get used to sneaking kisses from Viktor, in fact he is very interested in becoming an expert at it. Once inside the apartment he curiously looks around, knowing that he's dripping on the floor and his clothes are hugging him in the process. Jayce tilts his head at the boat, the details, his eyes latching onto the cog. It should be a strange random detail, except he suspects right away what it is. And that it would be surprisingly very sentimental of Viktor, which of course warms his big heart.

He is pulled out of his thoughts by Viktor coming back and tossing a towel over his head. And uses that to pull him down into another kiss which he could really get used to too. Jayce is learning all kinds of new little things. He puts his hands on Viktor's hips to pull him closer, wrapping them around his back instead once he is.

"Only me. I like that." Despite being cold and wet it isn't that difficult to feel his temperature rising, the natural heat of his tan skin coming back now that they're inside. Jayce smiles and he's glad they didn't get here and Viktor changed his mind, like he low key was worried about until now. He'd said it as a joke, but it wasn't. His partner is much more logical than he is, and this does cause some complications, but Jayce will always throw his whole heart into something or in this case, someone. He's not sure if he is a jealous person, but he likes that confirmation anyway.

"I think you think I'm more popular than I am." As to the asking him that part. Jayce is handsome and charming and he knows that, egotistical a little sure, but he isn't blind. But he's also intense and easily distracted and would rather talk for hours about science than try and actually date someone. Apparently being too much of an academic can be a turn off even for other students! "I've dated a few times, but nothing serious." Men, women, whoever takes his interest, but like he said before, usually they have to be the aggressor to get his attention. Viktor is different in most ways.

"And once you came into the picture," Jayce's hand reaches up to cup his cheek, "who could ever compete?" Viktor's brain and his beauty are unparalleled. It would be pointless to try.

"Hm, I thought you would," Viktor muses, resisting the urge to just get back to where they left off at the awning to instead rub Jayce's hair with the towel. When he lets it drop to Jayce's shoulders he reaches up to run a hand through Jayce's mussed hair, deeply fond.

He can't say he's surprised Jayce hasn't dated a great deal- Jayce is often singleminded in his work, a trait Viktor finds appealing but is well aware most find irritating when left ignored for too long. Their loss, as far as he's concerned.

What he can be a little surprised about is Jayce saying something that sentimental and sweet without batting an eye. It shouldn't be surprising given it is Jayce but Viktor can't help a soft snort. "You are absurd," he tells him, off set by pulling him closer, a kiss he ends with keeping their foreheads close, enjoying the warmth and moment like it might be fleeting.

When he pulls back it's with a little frown and a click of his tongue. "Ah, I have nothing for you to change into." A problem, given the state of their clothes and Jayce likely taking the brunt of it. He brushes his hands over Jayce's shoulders with a sigh. "Eh, a sheet will have to do. I will not have you finally kissing me then catching your death."

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.

"I have never in my life owned something your size," Viktor drawls with a shake of the head. "Your shoulder width alone should be criminal."

Not that he's complaining, certainly not now when Jayce pulls back and starts revealing those shoulders. He should turn politely away but Jayce is meeting his eyes and yes, maybe he's allowed this. He's seen Jayce in the forge before, he can't even pretend he didn't secretly enjoy the view then as discreetly as he could manage.

It's not something he's particularly used to. Viktor's always been able to appreciate beauty but he rarely finds himself engulfed by it, struck dumb or quiet. He remembers at Jayce's trial he considered Jayce's pretty face before those thoughts were completely overrun by Jayce's words, his vision and research goals. When they became partners officially he tried to ignore those thoughts entirely.

The tips of Viktor's ears go pink as he allows himself to look Jayce over, clears his throat and hands the towel back. The fact Jayce works with his hands, works in a real way just makes it all more appealing, damn him. It makes him feel real and solid, dangerously enticing amid all the posturing of Piltover.

"You-" Viktor starts, leaning in again to put a palm against Jayce's chest, his heart, still a furnace despite the chill he's really starting to feel himself. "-are going to be the death of me. You can go use the shower, I'll bring you a sheet."

Jayce has already admitted to being pretty oblivious to attention, and if he thought Viktor looked at him at any point with attraction, he would have made a move before. His partner is very discrete and difficult to read, but he knows him well now, and he can see it in his eyes, the tip of his ears. And yes, that definitely does puff up his ego, grinning ear-to-ear at the attention. Viktor's attraction is special, he knows it's rarer.

Jayce works for everything he has, he was taught that from his family upbringing, they've always been physical people. He knew how to handle tools, hammers, forges, from childhood. His father used to prefer to make everything by hand himself that he used too, and it crossed over to their work now.

Viktor's hand on his chest feels very real though, in the best possible sense, and he steps in close, his hand moving over Viktor's on his chest. His heart is beating a little faster, just an extra beat or two. "I like having your undivided attention." It's rare! Viktor is even more focused on their work than he is, and he likes watching him when he's distracted. The intense look in his eyes, the expression he makes when he figures something out.

"Fine, I'll be good, but let me have this first." He means being good because he'll go take the shower instead of enticing Viktor to come with him. First though Jayce kisses him again, slow and deep, like they have all the time in the world. And it feels like they do right now, they at least can have a little time all to themselves, before they have to worry about everything else again.

Jayce pulls back before they really get too distracted. He nuzzles his nose. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about your lips."

Viktor's lips quirk despite himself when he swears he can feel Jayce's heart pick up under his fingers, as though he isn't the one making such a picture in Viktor's apartment. "Eh, you have had it more than you think, солнце." Likely since Jayce's trial, the first time he had Viktor's full attention when the words 'magic' passed his lips.

This does not feel very much like Jayce being good, if only because Viktor is seriously considering saying hell to the tiny size of his shower and joining him. Funnily enough the little nuzzle is what nearly does him in, a soft exhale like a laugh before he leans in for another, longer kiss himself, fingers curling against Jayce's chest.

A shiver down his spine from the actual cold is what finally convinces him to pull back, hand moving to cup Jayce's jaw as he does so, thumb at his bottom lip. "You can tell me all about it when you're done. Go on, if we catch our deaths because you are too alluring I will be incredibly cross with you. There's too much work to be done for that."

He fully steps back, fingers lingering before he gestures to the bathroom door. It's a tiny thing, the shower barely enough room for Jayce in all likelihood, which Viktor never regretted before tonight. He goes to his own room and leaves the door open, just a full bed and a squat dresser, less clutter than outside.

It's a relief to tug off his vest and shirt, one side mostly dry thanks to Jayce, his fingers running over that area of fabric thoughtfully as he sits on his bed. It's a learning experience to rely on someone even in such simple matters, one he doesn't think he's been handling particularly gracefully and yet Jayce has taken it in stride. He supposes that shouldn't surprise him, Jayce is stubborn in a way Viktor admires and understands, though he'll admit he didn't think it would extend to the personal aspects of their partnership.

Which now very much seems like it might be a partnership in more than research. Despite knowing there's a great deal of logistics to consider, dangers and pitfalls to avoid, he allows himself a moment to smile and indulge in the fluttering in his chest. Frightening, truly, since good things tend to be snatched away quickly in the undercity and he's learned not to get too attached to anything unless he could not live without it. It's becoming alarmingly clear Jayce is becoming just that.

He takes off his shoes and considers trying to unlatch his back brace before settling on waiting for Jayce to help. It's not the one he'll design and craft in the future, far bulkier than what he has now that is mostly leather and minimal metal. Still he made it himself and he's rather proud of the design- and isn't it novel to have someone who may appreciate the workmanship too rather than be alarmed at his need for it?

He realizes he's still smiling like a fool and shakes his head. Absolutely absurd.

"But," he whines when Viktor shoos him off, since he is very keyed into the moment, but he immediately gives in regardless because he is cold and it's for the best. "Fine, fine." He kisses the thumb against his lip and goes to the shower. It is small, definitely, unfortunate since he too would like to imagine them enjoying one together, but his is probably large enough. They can think about that another day. Jayce is broad so most small bathrooms become complicated.

But he doesn't plan on lingering in the shower anyway, not when he has Viktor waiting for him out there. It's just to warm himself up so he lets the water go pretty hot to make it faster. Jayce doesn't really have to think about the complications too much; he goes by his heart. Yes, there are a lot of things they have to think about, boundaries to make in their work place, learning together what a work/home balance might be, and it's all something he's interested in pursuing.

He doesn't exactly have a lot of experience, he's dated, been with men or women occasionally, but nothing serious. So he should be nervous, but he isn't. Because it's Viktor. It's him and Viktor. The two of them have been on the same wavelength from the start and what they've accomplished is impossible. Maybe this is risking what they have, but it won't stop him. Not for a second. Nothing will.

It is quick before he's out of the shower with the towel tied around his waist. Even that is larger, he has a big frame, so it doesn't cover him as much as it would Viktor. Oh well. It's enough. He leaves the rest of his wet clothes over to where his shirt is so they are a pile for now, and walks into the bedroom. Jayce's gaze goes straight for Viktor; he may have no doubts about what is happening between them, but for a moment, he wonders if Viktor might. If the short amount of time could unravel his logical concerns. But he's shirtless so Jayce figures he's still on good ground.

Viktor is so slim but Jayce lowkey likes the fact he could probably lift him one-handed, as long as he's feeling healthy. His eyes travel to the brace; he knows Viktor has them, and has seen it, just as they've seen each other shirtless before too. It's different this time. He crosses the room and runs his fingers through Viktor's hair, towering over him unintentionally since he's tall and Viktor's sitting.

"Hi." It's almost, almost, a little shy. "You should go next, if you need to warm up." Or. Jayce is an excellent source of heat.

Ah. Well, turning his head to see Jayce in only a towel that does very little for the imagination- needless to say it takes Viktor a moment to process that. Then another moment to appreciate it. It is a sight he could very quickly get used to, more so now that he doesn't need to feel any sort of conflict about it. In all fairness Jayce going shirtless in his forge is simply unfair and he doesn't think the man has any real idea how he affects people sometimes.

Viktor leans into the hand in his hair without thinking, lips quirking in a crooked but sincere little smile at that shy tone. "You are incredibly lovely, Jayce Talis," he informs, using his cane to push himself to his feet before gesturing to his back. "Help me with this, will you? Just unlatch to the side there."

He can do it himself easily enough but it is nice not to twist around and irritate his already complaining back with it. "And then I will shower and we can return to our earlier discussion." Which is kissing, mostly. That's what he'd prefer to return to, even if maybe there are some matters to be addressed. If Jayce is going to be lounging about his room in a towel he really doesn't think anyone would blame him for distraction from such matters.

Jayce knows he's traditionally handsome. He's been told so a few times and he has a mirror, but it also isn't something he thinks about much. He definitely would not have noticed Viktor's appreciation of him in the forge or any other time. Maybe if he looked for it, but to him, his partner has always seemed immune to others that way. Now that he knows Viktor likes what he sees, he wants to preen underneath the attention. He is thankful to be 'incredibly lovely' if it gets Viktor to look at him like that.

He smiles brightly, almost glowing under that kind of appreciation, a little flush to his cheeks too. "And you are the most attractive person I've ever met." He would echo the lovely as a sentiment, but that would be copying. Jayce means attractive on multiple levels. His mind, his snark, his heart, and his sharp and unique features. Eyes so beautiful they could never have an equal. Jayce is lost in them now, gazing down at him.

His hands move easily though without having to look, unlatching the brace and then his big hands slide over Viktor's skin, one at the base of his back and the other sliding up his spine and down again. Jayce pulls him closer, brushing a kiss to his forehead. He does feel really cold underneath his warm hands, sighing as he wants nothing more than to kiss Viktor until their lips are chapped. "As much as I don't want to wait any more time before we're kissing, I don't want you getting sick."

Viktor is frail enough as it is, something they both know, although Jayce is careful not to say out loud out of respect. He knows his love is very strong of spirit and heart and that matters more than muscles. Jayce can have the muscles enough for both of them. "But I'll be here waiting on your bed, so." He smiles and kisses Viktor's cheek. "Hurry up."

"Flattery," Viktor answers in amusement, turning to cup Jayce's face and thumb at the light blush on his cheeks. The ability to do so on a whim still feels so novel, a right he is still reminding himself he has.

He lets out a soft sigh of relief as the brace loosens - it's comfortable enough but it irritates after a long day, and Jayce's warm palms against his skin are heavenly. If he thought he could get away with it he'd probably try and convince Jayce to simply warm him up like this, his personal heater as promised. So instead he places his brace to the side and tugs Jayce down into a kiss, hand pressed against his chest before finally pushing himself off.

"Yes, yes," he concedes, heading into the bathroom. The shower is a quick one and much needed just to warm him up, get his hair into something resembling control. Even here he can hear the rain crashing outside, low thunder and the strained whistling of high winds as he dabs at himself with a towel, one that covers him much better than it does Jayce when he wraps it around his hips and returns.

Viktor certainly looks a little better for it now, the chill gone and skin faintly pink with warmth as he pushes his wet hair back when it flops in his face. "Bah, I thought the rain would be less annoying up here but it is just as disruptive." Then again it got Jayce in his bed like this so maybe he can forgive it.

With how bad the storm is howling it is definitely smart they rushed back instead of assuming it would pass. Jayce would be happy to continue to be his personal heater, but that cold clamminess really did need a shower to really thoroughly wipe it off. The taste of Viktor's mouth stays with him after he leaves and he sighs happily, watching him go, amazed at the turn of events. He thinks they would have gotten here eventually regardless, the bond between them is so strong even without their attraction, but it feels right for it to happen like this. A little off the cuff, not planned or prepared for.

He settles onto Viktor's bed, considering whether or not to surprise him with no towel at all, but decides better to take this carefully. It's a little too suggestive right off the bat even though they will have very little to hide their bodies soon. Maybe Jayce is more nervous than he thought, not out of uncertainty about this, but in general. Viktor's good opinion of him is of high importance.

He does temporarily take the towel off to try and dry his hair, or at least stop it from dripping on the bed, but it's securely back around him by the time Viktor comes out. Gold-brown eyes stare at the door, waiting, and they brighten when Viktor returns, more life in his cheeks and he wants to trail fingers over his slim build, find where other moles are on him.

"I love the rain, it got me here." Echoing that sentiment out loud because he speaks from the heart. Jayce crooks a finger at Viktor playfully, encouraging him to come closer. "We're still on the same page, right? That this is a great thing we both want."

Viktor is also wondering how bold he should be- he could excuse himself to slip into pajamas, which seems a little unfair given Jayce does not have the same luxury. He could drop his towel and just change here, a touch risque but frankly not all that appealing in practice, too much bending and stepping his back and leg won't thank him for unless he does it carefully and slowly. So a towel then, and he watches Jayce for a few moments, lips curling despite himself at that easy joy in where they've ended up.

It makes it easy to step over, enjoying the rare view of looking down at Jayce for once, head tilted as he puts his cane to the side to rest against his night table and rests a hand on Jayce's shoulder to steady himself in its place. "We are," he says, tone almost gentle as he sinks down to sit next to Jayce. "But we do need to discuss some matters.

"The first is obvious enough, Hextech always comes first. I doubt either of us will risk it on a falling out or romantic drama," he says, waving a hand like the idea is ridiculous. He is very confident in that, they both care far too much about the work to let petty matters get in the way. The next part he pauses to consider before offering carefully, "You should understand that this will not reflect well on you. It is one thing to work with me, it is another to be in a relationship with someone from the undercity when your eh... you star is on the rise, that is what they say, yes?"

Jayce kind of enjoys looking up at Viktor too. He has such angular features and impressive cheekbones and they look particularly sharp from this angle. In an attractive kind of way. He lets Viktor lean on him to sit down and sits up once he does, so close to him now. They've been this close before, usually because he does it when they work together, leans in, talks close to his ear, points out things on the chalkboard. Jayce has never had to be as touchy or as intimate as he is with Viktor, but he can't seem to stop.

"Hextech comes first. I can't guarantee I won't kiss you in the lab though. I'll just wait for when we're not busy." Jayce already knows he wants to kiss Viktor when they make big headway on their projects, and those are times they have to focus on their work. So he'll be smart about it and wait until they've gotten everything down and cleared their minds. And then he'll kiss him. He leans in to brush his lips against Viktor's cheek, on the mole near to his mouth.

Jayce runs his fingers through Viktor's hair when he says that and his attention gets sharp. He frowns, his fingers moving to Viktor's chin, tipping his head toward Jayce. "Look at me and understand how little I care about that. Less than zero. I don't care at all." This is the man who stood by him when everyone else abandoned him. They weren't even friends, but Viktor put himself at risk, and what they change will be together.

"You are worth a hundred of anyone else." He's an emotional person and it shows, he means what he says with all of his heart. "Next matter, it's just you and me, I don't want to share." Not that either of them have trotted out significant others to be jealous about, but it seems easy to bring it up now.

"Mm, I find that acceptable," Viktor replies dryly- as though he ever thought he'd convince Jayce not to offer the odd kiss in the lab. The man was so physically affectionate it seemed impossible, and frankly he isn't complaining. If they do get that assistant they've been discussing they'll need to be more careful, but until then Viktor sees no way a little affection in the lab will be anything but an occasional, welcome distraction.

He expects Jayce to react strongly to his warning about public opinion, following the tilt of Jayce's fingers to regard him as requested, lips quirking fondly at his intense response. "I knew it wouldn't scare you away, but... you do need to be prepared to bite your tongue more than you'll no doubt like." He tilts his head as if realizing something, a curious hum as he says, "I suppose I will need to relearn as well. It is easy to brush off things said about me, should I hear anything about you it might be more difficult."

That aside Jayce brings up a decent point, gets a nod from Viktor. He considers for a brief moment before shifting carefully to his feet, getting up so he can sit on Jayce's lap and look down at him again, a faint smile on his face not unlike a pleased cat. "Neither do I, so we are in agreement. For that matter, while I have no interest in being particularly public about our business I do not wish to be a secret. I am... serious about this, Jayce, as I have said before. I want to tell people if asked or if I believe they should know."

Which is practically no one for him, really. His social circle is Jayce and Heimendinger for the most part, but it still matters to him that Jayce is not something to hide.

"I'm not going to let people say bad things about you," Jayce says with a frown. "I haven't before this and I won't after." It is possible they are saying it behind his back, but he's never allowed anyone to say it in front of him without a sharp response. So it's really no difference, sex wouldn't change that. He reminds people constantly about Viktor's importance and their equal situation. He can't force people to listen, but he will try all the same.

He's amused at the very ridiculous thought of him trying to hide them. "Did you miss the part where I said I wanted us to be monogamous and I don't care what people think of us?" Jayce is not used yet to Viktor openly giving him back this affection, even upping it by sliding into his lap, and he immediately puts broad arms around him, pliable and happy. He leans in to kiss Viktor's cheek and then down into the curve of his neck, brushing his lips against it. With Viktor a little higher than him it's easy for him to trail his mouth down to his shoulder, smiling into his skin.

"You'll be lucky if I don't shout it off a rooftop or declare it during a presentation." Jayce does have a tendency to be emotional and dramatic at times. His hand runs down the length of Viktor's spine, gently. "Anything else?" He moves to press a kiss to the other side of Viktor's neck.

"There are times you may have to bite your tongue," Viktor points out, unable to keep a level of fondness from his expression. He isn't sure how to articulate he can see this being worse, that Jayce is being slowly built up to symbolize a Piltover ideal and 'shacking up with a trencher' is never going to be smiled upon there. All the politically savvy matches his patron has no doubt already been considering for him, all the families that will want to believe they have a chance - no, he simply cannot imagine they will be spared, even if Viktor keeps somewhat out of the public eye as he has been.

But he is in Jayce's lap and that is cause for some celebration and optimism. He runs a hand through Jayce's damp hair, down to the nape of his neck in slow exploration. He lets out a faint chuckle at Jayce's answer, tilting his neck to give Jayce access as he hums and considers what else there was. "Hm, important matters... I prefer to be- big spoon, yes? That is the term. If you do as well we will simply need to set a schedule."

A dry joke, but really he isn't sure what else can be said. At this point it will be a matter of handling what they've already mentioned as it comes, in hopes it will work out despite those who would happily see them fail. "You are a pushover though so I am sure I will win more often than not."

Jayce doesn't like the idea and it is highly likely he'll make a scene at some point. He's an emotional person and even promising that he'd try his best, he can get pushed the wrong way and react. He knows what people are starting to see in him, and he does like it, being validated and seen are things Jayce has wanted his entire life. But not at the expense of what matters, and being a good boyfriend is something he thinks matters. "I'll try if that's what you want." It is his best compromise. If Viktor doesn't want a scene, he's more likely to try and keep himself in check.

It's amazing to have Viktor's hands on him. Through his hair, on his neck, and Jayce is pleasantly warm over it. He is taking full advantage of Viktor exposing his neck and laughs into the crook of it. "Unsurprisingly, we fit together well, I like to be little spoon." They are such good balances to one another. Jayce likes being held; being as large as he is, most people assume he's the one to wrap someone up, and he will, he does. He likes snuggling. But he's been offered less the other option.

"I'm a pushover for you, yeah." Jayce can't even start to argue. There is no question which one of them runs things. He always gives in to Viktor and it makes him happy to. He grips Viktor's hips and moves abruptly, lifting him and turning them so he lays Viktor down on the bed. It's gentle and careful, not wanting to hurt him, but he follows soon to hover over him, not placing any of his weight down.

"What are you comfortable with us doing tonight?" He's trying to be respectful. It is technically their first time doing anything, and Jayce wants it to be perfect. "We can keep it to kissing, or we can get rid of the towels, or ... anything you want, Vik."

"It is all part of Hextech coming first," Viktor answers with a little shrug, still playing idly with Jayce's hair. "Which unfortunately includes our reputation and playing nice with the sponsors. Maybe when we're successful enough I can finally smack one of those pompous fools upside the head and see how they like it."

Dry, though his gaze softens when Jayce says they fit well together. He leans in for a peck of a kiss, makes a little sound in his throat when Jayce moves them. That gets Jayce pulled down for a far deeper kiss that ends in a quiet sigh and a calculating look. Well, maybe more curious, like trying to map this new side of Jayce, what he is like in the bedroom, in romance.

"Hm, I suppose that leads to some other topics to discuss, does it not? But if you wish for a preference I would very much like to fuck you properly." Blunt, with a little quirk of the lips as he cups Jayce's jaw. "Is that considered 'too fast?' I cannot say I have a good understanding of the eh... common propriety here." Mostly of Piltover's propriety. Frankly he thinks Piltover is pretty prudish.

"Fine, I'll play nice, but if anyone outright insults you, no promises." Which is a fairly safe promise since Piltover people are very good at insulting people without directly doing it. They can make references or hints or suggestions, and it is all needling and annoying, but that passive aggression is more likely to happen with Jayce and Viktor. Jayce's star is going to rise regardless because their work is catching on, and while he thinks both of their stars should be, he'd be blind to not see how much it's his name being spoken and pushed and praised. Some types of changes can't happen overnight.

As long as Viktor knows that they are equals and that Jayce loves and respects him, that will have to do for now. Jayce closes the space between their bodies to press some of his weight down when Viktor drags him into a deeper kiss, immediately flushed and returning the kiss seriously.

Jayce goes from flushed to straight up blushing when Viktor says he wants to fuck him, swallowing and any doubt Viktor might have about Jayce's preference is expressed with him starting to harden right away. "Fuck, yes, please let's do that." His eagerness cannot be overstated. People tend to make assumptions about someone like Jayce from the outside of him being big and extroverted and bold. When it comes to sex, he really tends to go with whatever the other person prefers, he's very giving and open, and it's a relief when his partner knows what they want.

Jayce smiles at him and reaches down to throw the small towel off himself since that's been decided. There's a playful glint in his eyes as he kisses the corner of Viktor's mouth and then his neck, sliding his body down and stripping the towel off Viktor too. "Can I get my mouth on you first?" Said lips are trailing down his slim chest, his stomach, looking up at him for permission before going any farther. "Please, I've been going crazy thinking of kneeling in front of your chair when you're being brilliant."

"Well, I do enjoy when you stand up to the pompous." Namely his trial, which is probably the moment Viktor really started to look at Jayce properly. Even if his research had ended up being nonsense Viktor would have appreciated the passion Jayce had for it, misplaced or not.

Viktor tries not to look too pleased by Jayce's eager response - needless to say he had issues before with what people expected of him based on his looks. He doesn't mind bottoming but a degree of control is his usual preference, and certainly not to be treated like something small and meek.

With Jayce's he's slowly been learning the difference of being treated gently or kindly because of care rather than misconception, and the vague thought of it brings a flush of fondness through him, leaning up to impart it with his lips to Jayce's jaw. It ends in a nip then thorough distraction as Jayce strips off his towel, an approving hum because gods above, Jayce is beautiful. Even more so when he asks so nicely to put his mouth to work, Viktor's hands carding through Jayce's hair as he answers.

"Please," he answers with a nod, shifting to sit up a little because he wants to see this. "You have no idea how often I've wanted to bend you over your desk, especially when you come back frustrated and tense from social obligations."

Jayce is usually assumed the other way and while he likes any option, he's very fluid on that matter, and he's rarely been offered this. Viktor bosses him around better than anyone else and having his partner take control over his body is a huge turn-on. Jayce likes losing control or letting himself sink into sensation. He is also on the loud side and vocal, sometimes it feels embarrassing, but it won't stop him.

He lets Viktor adjust his sitting position and moves between his legs, one brawny arm holding himself while the other caresses over Viktor's body to move and wrap his fingers, rough from a lifetime of forge experience, around the base of Viktor's cock. "That may be the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me." And that's coming closely after Viktor said he wanted to fuck him, so Viktor's on a roll. Jayce is hard against the mattress beneath him, and he ignores it.

"Any time you want to bend me over something, do it. I'll want it." Both their desks, absolutely, at other places in their lab, yes, up against the chalkboard, even more so, places they shouldn't be, sure. Jayce doesn't get around much, but when he is with a partner he desires, he wants them blindly.

The message given, his mouth watering, Jayce finally gives his full attention to what he's been dreaming about. He holds Viktor steady and licks the full length of him, teasing him with his tongue caressing the underside of his head until he has him hot and hard. He wastes almost no time before he hungrily parts his lips and takes the tip into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning as he drops his head lower, adjusting as he goes. It's been awhile since his last time, but he's ready to get good practice in.

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