[ the last of jayce's sniffles expire with his breaths like evaporated air. viktor may not see his nod in full, but it could be felt in the sway of his body, the way his head dips slowly inbetween the touch that may as well like gentle caressing as he swipes with suds and rinses with a single, broad hand cupping water. the mole on his neck, and the ones on his back . . . he connects them with his eyes. ]
I can check the torque after, too. [ once they're dried off, he could clean the wrench he's brought along and help make sure they're all a fit for his posture— as he's always done. jayce brings his utmost attention to viktor's spine, placidly moderate in the weight of his shabby touch. he's always been amiable when he's worked his hands on viktor, never exactly being overly doting and more genuinly open to affection, as jayce talis was with those he'd deem close (viktor? mel? his mother? that's it). he takes his time in sliding a finger or two in between the base of each implant and scarred tissue anchored around it, care and tender affection in every cleaning rub. perhaps too much of it, if one were to analyze, but it's not as if that bothered jayce. he's far beyond that frightening point of confusion. all he wanted now . . . was this. time with the partner he loved, and he was going to devote every inch of himself in making that apparent without a single lick of shame in it. ] . . . And your leg?
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I can check the torque after, too. [ once they're dried off, he could clean the wrench he's brought along and help make sure they're all a fit for his posture— as he's always done. jayce brings his utmost attention to viktor's spine, placidly moderate in the weight of his shabby touch. he's always been amiable when he's worked his hands on viktor, never exactly being overly doting and more genuinly open to affection, as jayce talis was with those he'd deem close (viktor? mel? his mother? that's it). he takes his time in sliding a finger or two in between the base of each implant and scarred tissue anchored around it, care and tender affection in every cleaning rub. perhaps too much of it, if one were to analyze, but it's not as if that bothered jayce. he's far beyond that frightening point of confusion. all he wanted now . . . was this. time with the partner he loved, and he was going to devote every inch of himself in making that apparent without a single lick of shame in it. ] . . . And your leg?
[ he never asked, now that it was hexcorized. ]
How does it feel?