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Viktor is settled when Jayce comes home. He is propped up on the windowsill, knees folded against his chest in his long night shirt and soft sleeping trousers- a comfort Jayce had convinced him to indulge in after many nights stealing his own. He's reading, though distractedly. A hand taps at the windowsill he sits on.
The door opens, and he stills.
Jayce walks in, a little unsteady, somewhat dishevelled, and very tired. Viktor sits up and smiles. Jayce is in his finery, though his jacket is half-off his arms, his shirt half-undone and tie to match. It's a beautiful sight.
"Ughh... I'm home." Jayce shuts the door, lets his gold-edged jacket drop, and immediately collapses onto their bed.
"Thank you for the announcement, miláĉek."
Jayce sighs heavily.
"Really that bad?" Viktor teases, swinging his legs off the windowsill and turning to face him.
"Yes. Really." He slaps a hand across his face, misjudging the power of his own movements. "Ow.."
Viktor laughs.
"I don't think I can ever go out again,." Jayce groans and throws his tie across the room, going to undo his belt.
Walking over to meet him, Viktor sits down by his head in the bed.
"It cannot have been that terrible, Jayce."
"I don't think I can ever eat again. Or walk." As he talks Jayce stretches his legs out, pats a hand on his stomach - which Viktor notes seems no less toned beneath his shirt that usual, though maybe a little sweaty. "Everything hurts so much."
"Just a little pain, hm? You'll find many people can walk right through that." Viktor is light and teasing.
"Oh- V... No. I didn't mean-"
"I know, I know." Viktor meets his eyes softly, reaching out to pet his hair.
"I should think before I speak," Jayce sighs.
"Maybe it would save you from putting your foot in your mouth so often, mm?" Viktor runs a hand down Jayce’s side, feeling the binder beneath the soft fabric. “Binder, off. Now.”
Jayce groans.
“5 minutes V, just 5 minutes.”
“No, you will take your binder off, and then you can lay down and relax all you want.” Viktor pats at his chest gently. “It will not help with the pain- besides, you have been wearing it for long enough.”
“You can't talk..” Jayce grumbles, sitting up and unbuttoning his shirt with slightly fumbling hands.
“When I am the one binding, we can talk about me and my unhealthy habits. But right now,” he draws a hand leisurely down Jayce’s back as the shirt is pushed off his shoulders, “I am thinking about you.”
“Fine, whatever.” There is a smile on his face though, and his eyes meet Viktor’s as he pulls the restrictive garment off, wiggling his eyebrows in a mock sexy expression. Despite the mirth in Jayce’s face, Viktor meets his bare torso with a bite of his lip and a look of open admiration. “Like what you see?”
“Mm, absolutely.” Viktor leans across the bed to kiss him before making a face and pulling back. "Eugh.. You smell like-"
"Alcohol?" Jayce supplies, "Topside? Absolute buffoonery?"
"Yes, quite."
He sighs and falls back down onto his elbows.
"It was useful.. I suppose. A few promised us.. things. In return for stuff." Jayce frowns, eyes distant like he is trying to read something very small. Viktor raises his eyebrows.
"An exchange of goods... How novel. What exactly did you sign away, Jay?"
Jayce rubs his hand across his forehead.
"Uhh..."
"Nevermind. I'll ask when you're sober."
Jayce winces.
"Yeah... Probably... probably best." He lets out another sigh while unbuttoning his trousers and letting the soft pouch of his stomach rest freely. "Ugh, why did I have to drink so much?"
"Anxiety, probably." Viktor is quick, as usual, answering directly but with that teasing edge he knows gets under Jayce's skin, leaves him flustered.
"Afsd- Viktor!"
Viktor shrugs.
"Yeah.. yeah okay. Fine." He runs a hand across a slightly softened belly before laying back down.
"I'm going to spend forever burning this evening off..." He closes his eyes in frustration, face scrunching up, but hears a shift in Viktor.
"Why do you need to?” Viktor is frowning sharply, looking at Jayce as he does when a cog isn’t turning quite the way it should.
"Ah.. You know." Jayce opens his eyes and waves off Viktor, looking at him then looking away from his harsh gaze. "Can't let myself go." A sigh. "Can't be getting soft."
"Would that really be so bad?" Viktor softens their gaze, urging Jayce to look back at them.
"Ah- uh.." His eyes flicker down then shut. "I don't.. know-"
Viktor moves forward on the bed to kiss at Jayce's face, down to pepper them across his chest, leaving a trailing line down to his soft belly.
"I happen to think," he says between kisses and caresses, "that you are delectable," a kiss, "delightful," another kiss, "and downright edible exactly as you are."
Jayce turns his head to the side with a flush somewhere between arousal and embarrassment. He stays quiet and bites his lip with a smile as Viktor lets a slender, elegant hand trace across his chest.
“Mmf- Viktor…” He trails off, not quite a plea, but not quite a request to stop. Viktor pauses, one hand on his stomach, the other resting on his sternum, golden eyes flicking up to look at Jayce.
“Yes, love of mine?” Viktor waits, watching.
Jayce simply throws a hand over his face and lets out a pleased little laugh.
“Nothing.”
“Are you quite alright?” Viktor’s brows furrow slightly, a corner of his mouth quirking up.
“Yes. More than alright, actually.”
It is Viktor’s turn to laugh, before planting a kiss on Jayce’s soft skin. “Good. More than good.”
“I love you.”
“And I, you.”