[ jayce leans into long fingers in his sloppy hair, some tips sticking to his partner's boney shoulder blades from the wetness of it. this was— nice. just a recess from too many things happening at once. jayce takes a break from scrubbing anywhere to turn his face, so that skin is pressed to cheek. his chest expands, following a slow, lagging exhale to fully give in to the warmth of the water and the body close to his, a hand's length away from being pelvis to pelvis.
jayce isn't uncomfortable, or flustered. it's too soon to say, too chaotic outside to be certain, but jayce finds himself thinking, anyway: if this would be how they'd be with each other, jayce would still be absolutely elated about it.
he gets to stay with viktor and that's all that matters anymore. but, jayce distracts the thought by refocusing on his hex-tainted arm. not numb, but still feeling a bit— clenched. beyond that, the blurr of viktor's spine clears into view. he follows each spine down with a featherlight brush of a line adjacent to his back until just before the start of his lumbar. more than that felt too much right now, even for him.
it's the spot of dark color contrasting sharply against pale skin. jayce lifts his head abruptly, tilts it downwards to look between them— ]
What's— [ his thumbs press at the middle of viktor's back, as if to push the skin up. with furrowed brows and a half-curious, half-incredulous sort of puff, he asks, almost sounding an arm's length away from possessiveness: ] When did you get this?
[ look, if he sounds even remotely possessive, it's because he didn't think viktor had gotten a tattoo during their time in the lab? he'd. he'd notice.
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jayce isn't uncomfortable, or flustered. it's too soon to say, too chaotic outside to be certain, but jayce finds himself thinking, anyway: if this would be how they'd be with each other, jayce would still be absolutely elated about it.
he gets to stay with viktor and that's all that matters anymore. but, jayce distracts the thought by refocusing on his hex-tainted arm. not numb, but still feeling a bit— clenched. beyond that, the blurr of viktor's spine clears into view. he follows each spine down with a featherlight brush of a line adjacent to his back until just before the start of his lumbar. more than that felt too much right now, even for him.
it's the spot of dark color contrasting sharply against pale skin. jayce lifts his head abruptly, tilts it downwards to look between them— ]
What's— [ his thumbs press at the middle of viktor's back, as if to push the skin up. with furrowed brows and a half-curious, half-incredulous sort of puff, he asks, almost sounding an arm's length away from possessiveness: ] When did you get this?
[ look, if he sounds even remotely possessive, it's because he didn't think viktor had gotten a tattoo during their time in the lab? he'd. he'd notice.
on multiple occasions. ]