Thank you so much @miles-crow for bringing my vision to life! ❤️ Please show them some love!
I wanted something special. My love for this character is so beyond unreal. Viktor Vasko is truly amazing, and I can’t wait to get more pieces soon!
Viktor's thumb brushed a faint streak of grease along Julien’s white fur near his jawline. Of course, Viktor was laughing through his nose practically after Julien had insisted on him not getting his suit dirty. “See? Now you match me.” Viktor said with a tinge of gruffness laced in his voice.
Julien blinked, realizing the smudge he’d been given, and gasped dramatically. “You—!” And before he could even finish, Viktor pressed his forehead against his, chuckling. “Now we both dirty,” he whispered.
Julien’s soft laughter faded into something warmer, those heterochromia eyes of his softening as he wrapped one of his arms loosely around Viktor’s neck. “You’re insufferable...” he murmured.
“Ja viem,” Viktor replied — I know.
Viktor’s voice broke the stillness, low and gruff, words rolling out in his accent like worn gravel. “Milujem ťa” he whispered. - I love you.
Julien’s lips parted, a breath trembling past them, his eyes looking up to meet Viktor's one green eye in that unguarded way that always seemed to disarmed him. He was still catching on to his native language, but he knew exactly what that meant.
Julien's paw was steady, running up Viktor's firm chest, what he could feel of it under that tattered-mess of a button up he was in. The tips of his clawed fingers brushing against his old worn out suspenders. He found himself scooting forward, just enough to feel the large calloused paw of his beloved on his hip. "-And I love you, Viktor." Julien whispered. It was almost as if his voice cracked just hearing that.
The pair leaned in until their lips began to touch. Tilting their heads just enough so their muzzles accommodated one another. It was as if pieces of a puzzle had fit perfectly together in a beautiful and tender way. A deep - passionate kiss.
When they finally parted, Viktor’s forehead stayed pressed against Julien's. For a moment, it felt as if everything had stopped and nothing else mattered. The grease on Julien's suit had became that of an afterthought.
“Vhat, Still worried about suit?” Viktor murmured, his breath brushing against Julien’s lips.
Julien let out a soft laugh, his mismatched eyes glimmering — one the pale blue of twilight, the other green as bottle glass. “Don’t be ridiculous…” He hesitated, gaze flicking away for a moment. “O-Okay, maybe just a tiny bit, but… I suppose it’s a fair trade.”
Thank you for reading if you did! 💖 I know it's been a min since I posted something like this, but hey!~ I had allot of fun and have so many ideas in my drafts of my OC and so on. Once again, thank you to @miles-crow for bringing my vision to life. It means so so much to me. Viktor is just amazing truly.
