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[ He always speaks in truths and absolutes. Viktor does not like to say things in any other way. So, for him to say that at all does mean it took quite a bit out of him. His flushed cheeks are indicative of this, as is the jackrabbiting of his heart in his metallic chest.

Viktor has always allowed Jayce to touch him, even now, with this form, it's almost like a drug that he can't seem to ever get enough of. Jayce just being close to him again, to be able to hold him in his arms and to feel his warmth, they both needed it more than anything else right now. Viktor was always someone who wanted to help others, Jayce, Zaun, and Rio. But it was always due to his limits that he never could; he always wanted to, but his body was not made for such things. So the fact that he could finally do something with this decrepit body of his is enough for him to sigh into Jayce's touch.

He'll look back at Jayce with those half-lidded, strangely prismatic eyes that swirl with reds and golds in him as he plants a light, playful kiss on Jayce's lips. ]

Then take me to bed, Jayce.

[ A kiss that he returns, even as brief as it is. He sighs into it, closing his eyes as he leans into the closeness that they have right now. Oh yeah, his room. His bed. They'll be comfortable, they'll be close. He'll let his mind turn off and be swallowed by instinct. He'll simply go with the feeling of it all. He'll hope that a good night's rest will help the cracks in his mind.

He finally steps back so that he can guide Viktor forward, towards his room - well, he'd argue it is their room anymore. He doesn't dare lift up Viktor - a lesson learned from their first time here. ]

Always.

[ Anytime. For as long as he lives. No matter how long or short that may be.

Stepping into the room feels strange, but familiar - kind of like when he'd visit home and sleep in his childhood room. The knick knacks he's gathered in his time here feel almost out of place. His unfinished cane leans against a wall. Notebooks he got here with fresh sketches - people and things here. The real. He realizes he's still finding his ground. But, at least, Viktor feels real and familiar. Jayce knows it's because he's always tethered his own well-being to Viktor. ]

I hope you're not disappointed I opted against carrying you.

[ Viktor walks without his crutch because this body does not need it and it's been strange to say the least. His leg is better, he is better than he ever was, like this. It's strange to admit it, but...this form, despite the circumstances that caused it back home, is truly one without pain or weakness. He could accomplish so many things if he had this body here. He could even help protect Jayce and not cause him undue duress. But those thoughts are filed away as they both enter Jayce's bedroom. It should be their bedroom now, but Viktor is stubborn that way. He'll look back at Jayce with a small huff, his metallic hexcorized hand lightly carding through Jayce's hair. ] You make me feel a great many things, Jayce, but disappointment is not one of them.

[ He murmurs as he pushes Jayce onto the bed before straddling him and sinking into his lap. There's a shaky exhale from Viktor, one that comes without a pain in his lungs or a cough, unbridled and unburdened. ]

Did you ever think about this body in such a manner when you saw it? When you...created it? [ His hexcorized hands roam up along Jayce's abdomen and over his chest as those pearlescent eyes of Viktor's lock onto Jayce's. His cheeks are flushed even as he acts so boldly, doing this, he still retains that ever-present insecurity about his body, especially now when it looks like this, of all things. ]

[ It is so surreal to Jayce—.seeing him walk like this and hearing him breathe like this. He had gotten so used to his partner with the illness attached to him that having him without is an experience. Of course it's a good thing—Viktor being healthy was all he had ever wanted. It was what he repeatedly fought for up until the end.

And sure, he'd seen Viktor in this form. But this is so...personal because he's not been changed at his core like he was when Jayce last experienced him. Hearing that is nice — he didn't realize how much he needed to hear of Viktor's care and love for him.

And feeling Viktor push him like this, climb onto him. It's all so new to him with Viktor. He stumbles back, getting comfortable in the blankets and mattress. Then he thinks about the question for barely any time. ]

My first thought when I saw this was - Viktor is alive and he looks beautiful. [ He reaches a hand up to move over the metal of Viktor's arm, trailing up to his face. ]

If I had known then - yes, I would have. I thought about it since then, though. It's beautiful, you know. You're beautiful in every form.

[ If Jayce thinks it looks surreal, then Viktor surely experiences that for himself. This body with its working limbs, lungs, and back has been nothing but a surreal dream that he's lived in for the last 3 days. Wished into existence by Viktor's own frustrations and guilt over his broken body but it has proved its uses, especially now. There are no pains that come from atrophying muscles or the slow decline of his breathing as his lungs fill with blood.

He can move and walk as if gravity isn't pulling him down, and it is so very freeing to him. It's almost empowering that he can straddle Jayce easily; he can do more than just that, and since Jayce's death, he has missed his touch so much. ] I missed you.

[ He chases the hand Jayce brings to his face, wrapping a hexcorized hand around his wrist as he kisses Jayce's palm and wrist, nuzzling into that touch like a man starved for one specific touch. Viktor blushes as he looks taken aback, his lips quirking into an amused smile. ] Flatterer. [ A pause. ]

I need you to take off your clothes, now. [ Typical blunt Viktor behavior, engaged. ] I want to see all of you.

[ Jayce had missed him. He had missed the love and care and affection. He had missed the quiet that Viktor's presence brought to his mind simply by being near to him. Inferna was lonely and it was loud — the voices were louder than they had been in quite some time. He had missed everyone in those few days, but Viktor more than others. He had been the one who kept him feeling safe, loved, and quieted the persistent words of someone else in his mind.

He lets out a pleased sigh at the kiss, cherishing even the smallest touches right now. He looks towards Viktor, straddled and gives him a little head tilt. ]

Not flattering.

[ He shifts. ]

Well, if they must go.

[ The shirt is easiest to get from this position, so he moves his hands to the bottom of it and starts with a tug pulling it off in one swift motion. The pants are a different story between Viktor's weight straddling him and the brace - it's going to take a little more effort. ]

It may require you to move a little. [ A glance. ] Unless you want to help me.

[ A playful little grin. He's trading his troubles for time with Viktor for now. It feels so nice. They can revisit him later - after everything. After his physical needs are met. ]

Unless you want to sit up closer to my face.

[ Said without a hint of bashfulness to him. ]

[ Goodness. That certainly is a suggestion offered so willingly and without shame. Viktor feels a heat bloom across his cheeks and down in the pit of his stomach simultaneously. He can't help but stare at the sincerity behind those words, that offer so easily spoken, before he lets out a huffed laugh. Gods, does he ever want that. ]

If I didn't know any better, Jayce, you would make a proper Zaunite with the things that come out of that mouth of yours. [ It's hot. Really, truly, he wants nothing more than to do as suggested, but... ]

I'm afraid I might hurt you if I do what you suggest. [ He is a bit heavier than he used to be after all. ]

However... [ Viktor does start to shift a bit downward, grinding up against Jayce's groin with his hips. ] We can revisit that offer once I get you out of these.

[ And get Jayce out of them he does, with surprising efficiency. Viktor's hexcorized hands shift to Jayce's brace first as he slowly slides himself off the other to kneel on the floor in between Jayce's legs, which he spreads apart eagerly, it's an action that his broken body could not afford him, so he takes to the opportunity like a moth to flame. So willing and with a leg that won't ache in the morning, he seats himself on the floor, almost reverently. Those prismatic eyes of his look back up at Jayce with the slightest hint of bashfulness in them as he begins to undo the brace. Mingled with the action are touches and massages to Jayce's inner thighs. Once the brace is removed, Viktor will press his mouth against Jayce's thigh, his breath hot and wanting against still clothed skin. ]

It's okay, I — [ He stops himself. It's okay if Viktor hurts him. It's okay if he gets a little damaged and broken. He has to rewind his brain to stop himself from saying things like this. He doesn't want to worry Viktor with the things he says. He figures out an appropriate way to end that statement. ]

I trust you. [ Which is also true. Even if he told Viktor he could hurt him, Jayce still trusts him not to. A moan escapes him. ] I only talk like that with you.

[ Jayce — normally polite and Piltover trained. Quiet politeness with hidden desires was a common thing among the elite there. They didn't share their wants and desires. They didn't share the parts of themselves that they buried. But it was always well known secrets. With Viktor, Jayce is a little more of himself than he is with most others. And with his love for the other man known after seven years of burying it - he's taking on a little more shamelessness.

He shifts, doing what he can to help Viktor remove the brace with the ease and expertise of a man well-practiced with braces Jayce builds. He watches, too. As those fingers and lips touch him with such delicateness that Jayce feels a shiver of anticipation down his spine. It only was a few days apart, but now that he's had Viktor, Jayce doesn't want any days apart. His breath is slow, practiced - focused. The heat pools in his gut, a feeling Jayce is well familiar with when it comes to Viktor now. ]

[ None of those things are okay, and it's probably a good thing Jayce doesn't say them out loud for Viktor to hear. It would only cause him more worry, and truthfully, he would struggle with the mindset Jayce has about that, given everything that he's learned. ] Ah. Of course. Noblebloods of Piltover always buried their desires. But we're not there anymore, so you can tell me everything you like. I like it when you talk like that.

[ Viktor will murmur into Jayce's thigh as he finally works on undoing the belt around his waist and pulling his pants down shortly afterward. Viktor doesn't make to remove the other's underwear quite yet, savoring just having Jayce beneath him like this. ] I find it highly enjoyable seeing you underneath me like this.

[ He is blushing, of course, as he says that, but he is also straddling Jayce's body again, leaning down to press a hungry kiss to the other's lips. They can both be shameless together, then. Just another notch in their already strange and beautifully diverse attraction for each other. ]

I trust you too, with my entire being. There is no one else but you.

[ He exhales sharply when the pants are gone, watching Viktor the best that hecan as the other makes his way up onto straddling him again. There's adoration again. Jayce is looking up at Viktor like he hangs the stars in the sky. Even with all of his thoughts twisting in his mind (his name would mean nothing without Viktor, he's nothing without Viktor, he's dead without Viktor) - he can still easily show that he loves the man before him.

The kiss is hungry, they'd only been apart a few days but it felt like an eternity. And he pours that feeling into everything when their lips meet. He brings his hands up to Viktor's cheeks, fingers brushing over where soft flesh meets metal. He wishes he had gotten to do this the day Viktor woke up.

If Jayce knew how he had felt then — maybe he could have salvaged their relationship at home. ]

No one else.

[ That makes him feel glad to know that he's the only one that Viktor trusts the way that he does. He shifts his hips a little, an attempt to grind up into Viktor where he's straddling him. There's neediness in every touch. It's there when he kisses and presses himself into Viktor, holding himself against the man. He needs Viktor to help his mind vanish for awhile. He needs Viktor to quiet his thoughts and voices as he always had. ]

[ It's that look that gets Viktor to fluster almost immediately when he sees it coming from Jayce. Viktor leans into that touch, almost a purr coming from him as he kisses Jayce's palm until Viktor shifts and pushes Jayce down into the bed—those eyes of his swirling to life with want, desire, love, and affection. He wants nothing more than to allow Jayce to ravage him in whatever way he wants, but he is trying to contain himself.

But before he does anything else, he will straighten a little before rising up onto his knees to change his positioning. His ass is facing Jayce, while he'll face toward the door. Those cool metallic hands ease themselves between Jayce's skin and his underwear as Viktor is slow to remove them. He'll look over his shoulder, his expression nothing short of salacious. ]

You had wanted me to sit on your face, no? This is, eh, a bit different, but I think the positioning should be fine. [ It's muttered before he finishes pulling down Jayce's underwear. He'll lean down further, moving his crotch painfully close to Jayce's face while pressing himself against Jayce's body, something he could never hope to achieve without aches and pains the next morning, in his normal broken form. Viktor, ever so teasingly, will take Jayce's cock into his mouth. ]

[ He watches Viktor with intense curiosity as the man maneuvers his body into such a position. There's a heat that rushes to his cheeks and ears that he can't hide.

He had. He had wanted to devour every piece of Viktor. He wanted to taste him in full and get the feel of every inch of the man who just told him he returned the love he felt. Jayce would always love him with or without it, but it doesn't make him any less happy to hear it.

When Viktor's mouth goes around his cock, he lets out a moan, eyes falling half-lidded as he attempts to focus on the view, which is so close. ]

Viktor — [ Saying his name as if it were prayer. He moves his hands, sliding up his thighs, touching the metallic flesh. ]

Ah — you're brilliant.

[ Oh, Viktor is treating him. He knows it was the goal, too. But he can't help himself. He can't help his want to please Viktor. ]

[ He feels Jayce's hands sliding up his thighs, and he can't help but let out a long exhale as he sucks on the tip of Jayce's cock, tongue sliding over the slit before he pulls away. He'll look over his shoulder, particularly needy and lustful as he licks his lips. ]

You wanted to touch me, so do it. [ He needs it, craves it, wants nothing more than to feel Jayce's mouth on him anywhere and everywhere. He'll give Jayce's shaft a long, teasing stroke with those cool metallic hands of his. ]

Or I can tease you and make you keep your hands off of me until it becomes too much. Could you handle it? [ He will give Jayce a flushed and heated look after that challenge. ]

[ He watches Viktor for a moment - trying to catch a glimpse of the man's mouth on his cock. He lets out a moan, and even though it's soft - it's unrestrained. It's coming from a man who's dropped every guard around Viktor because he trusts him wholly. He just wants to touch and feel him. He wants to ground himself in Viktor's touch and feel what it means to be close to someone like this. The thought of not touching him —

A breathy laugh. ]

I can try.

[ He knows himself well enough to know how long he won't last, but his eyes search, quizzical. (Though he does consider - if it's hands off, that doesn't mean he can't use his mouth, right?) For now, he'll use everything he has until requested otherwise. He tilts his head, kissing everything that he can reach - the inside of Viktor's thighs, his cock so close to his face. His tongue soon follows, tracing on that metallic flesh he's never quite experienced like this before. ]

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