[Viktor's smirk is assured, but he wobbles his head in a slightly bashful manner. This moles, huh? His body changed all over, turning such distinctive markings across his skin into freckles of gold or silver bolts. On his face, he still had the two most obvious marks, the one beneath his eye and the one above his lip. They're easy to pepper attention to, so very obvious in their placement. That Jayce appreciates them is sweet, that does make him feel... human, still. He likes that feeling, it helps ground him, holds him in place with the gratitude of still being able to feel fully.
He adjusts his legs and lifts up from kneeling besides that chair. Jayce is hoist up with him, held beneath his butt and braced between his shoulders by an open palm. The man does have some weight to him again, which is a good sign. That he's not so withered away to just skin and bone.]
Of course you like this. I get to carry you back to our bed.
[While they could just keep being grossly intimate with one another here, Viktor is sure that Jayce also needs rest. You know, after they have their fill of each other for affection. He will just begin walking on that way, this having become something of a pattern now. Because of that, he must joke,]
This time, we can stay a mess. [make a much worse mess of each other, even, who knows, such possibilities are endless]
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March- NSFW w/ @backshots
Date: 2025-03-17 04:11 pm (UTC)[Viktor's smirk is assured, but he wobbles his head in a slightly bashful manner. This moles, huh? His body changed all over, turning such distinctive markings across his skin into freckles of gold or silver bolts. On his face, he still had the two most obvious marks, the one beneath his eye and the one above his lip. They're easy to pepper attention to, so very obvious in their placement. That Jayce appreciates them is sweet, that does make him feel... human, still. He likes that feeling, it helps ground him, holds him in place with the gratitude of still being able to feel fully.
He adjusts his legs and lifts up from kneeling besides that chair. Jayce is hoist up with him, held beneath his butt and braced between his shoulders by an open palm. The man does have some weight to him again, which is a good sign. That he's not so withered away to just skin and bone.]
Of course you like this. I get to carry you back to our bed.
[While they could just keep being grossly intimate with one another here, Viktor is sure that Jayce also needs rest. You know, after they have their fill of each other for affection. He will just begin walking on that way, this having become something of a pattern now. Because of that, he must joke,]
This time, we can stay a mess. [make a much worse mess of each other, even, who knows, such possibilities are endless]