Viktor nuzzled his head into Jayce’s neck, enjoying the raw scent of him. At the invitation, Jayce brought his hand up to Viktor’s jawline, tracing with soft movements. “You’re beautiful,” Jayce said simply. Viktor flushed, but he didn’t pull away.
“Nothing compared to Piltover’s Golden Boy,” he murmured into Jayce’s mouth. He felt Jayce tense at the name, hips bucking upwards towards Viktor’s seemingly subconsciously.
“Does the Man of Progress like being praised?”
Jayce’s cheeks flushed bright red at the question, and he pulled Viktor in for another messy kiss instead of answering. Viktor pulled away and tutted at him.
“Use your words.”
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Chapter two (explicit) of my jayvik fluff fic is up now! Set post-canon but mostly focused on their dynamic. Read it HERE!
