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It hadn’t taken Viktor very long to figure out the pattern. Nights lounging in the lab after a breakthrough, the warmth of another body against his own, lips pressing against any of his visible skin – his face, what was exposed of his arms when he’d roll up his shirt sleeves, the crook of his neck – Jayce occasionally daring to pull at the collar of it to reveal a hint of more space to explore.
Things between them had graduated from there, of course, in due time. The exploration travelled further, shirts being removed, more gentle caresses of lips following suit, pants being eased off of his hips, Viktor trying not to look too affected by Jayce’s ministrations when the kisses began at the thin skin of his ankle and trailed upwards. A methodical journey up the expanse of his legs, muffled laughs against his knee whenever Jayce’s fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin at the back would pull a startled sound from him, body jerking at the ticklish sensation.
Jayce would often linger (for far too long in Viktor’s opinion) as he mouthed at the expanse of his inner thighs, he knew what reaction he would eventually get, he seemed to relish in it. Relished in the way Viktor’s legs would gradually start to shake, hips arching upwards of their own accord until Jayce would finally get his permission in the form of Viktor not so subtly guiding where he needed him, for him to put his mouth to better uses at the aching heat between his legs.
There was a pattern. Viktor blamed the flushed newness of being with a new partner for how long it had taken for him to figure it out, but the realisation had eventually dawned on him in the early hours of a warm morning, in the quiet moments before the sun fully rose in the sky and Piltover would wake up to begin a new day, so unlike the undercity that came so alive at night.
The back of his hand, the paper-thin, translucent skin of his wrist, the jut of his elbow, a final kiss at his shoulder to finish the section off. Always the same places, not always the same order. He’s roused even further from his comfortable state of unconsciousness by the sensation of Jayce nuzzling against his neck, a lingering press of lips against his collarbone where he knew a particularly prominent mole resided.
“What exactly is your obsession with them?” He hummed fondly, fingers carding through the short cropped hair at the back of his partner's neck, pulling a small shudder from him whenever his nails would tease at his scalp.
Jayce didn’t bother to voice his question, instead he only made a faint questioning noise against his neck, rising up to kiss just below his right eye, huffing dejectedly when Viktor turned his face away at just the right time to narrowly miss Jayce’s attempt to bring their lips together.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He asked, eyes growing soft at the almost bashful smile Jayce gave him. It nearly made him give in and kiss him without receiving an answer when he could see a glimpse of that small gap in his teeth.
“What? I just like them.” He answered before bringing his lips to the mole just by his mouth, taking the opportunity to capture his lips right after, a short caress before he continued. “I’m trying to memorise them all.”
“I think you’ve got them all by now.” Still, he didn’t exactly complain when Jayce resumed, travelling down to continue mouthing at all of the moles he’d become familiar with by now, the line of them that trailed down one side of his throat, the cluster that resided just below his collarbone, completely missing the one that lay the furthest down at the beginnings of his chest. An exclusion only made more obvious when he also missed out on one that Viktor knew sat at the swell of one of his breasts in favour of paying attention to some of the ones that dotted his stomach.
It wasn’t that Jayce was missing out on the moles that were usually hidden behind the material of his brace, he’d seen him without it – though admittedly he wore it a lot more than he should – enough times by now to know where they were, as evident by the fact that he was rubbing a thumb over the one that sat at the bottom of his ribs.
“Jayce?” Jayce paused to look up at his partner, that endearingly soft expression plastered over his face. “You missed a few.”
What Viktor wasn’t expecting was for Jayce’s face to slowly fall, turning nervous, eyes flitting between the neglected mole at his chest and Viktor’s face while he figured out his next words.
“I wasn’t sure if you were okay with it?” The answer was more of a question, something for Viktor to figure out the meaning of, though it was easy to piece together the reason for Jayce’s caution.
“You’ve seen my breasts before, Jayce.” He reasoned as he brought a thumb up to smooth out the worried crease that had formed between Jayce’s eyebrows, one side of his lips turning up in amusement. “Many times, actually.”
“Sure, but I wasn’t sure if, um-” He cut himself off with an apologetic wince.
“You could have just asked.” Taking a small amount of mercy on him, Viktor took hold of the hand resting at his waist to guide it up, stopping when it cupped the small swell of tissue at his chest. “It’s alright,” His breathing stuttered a little when Jayce swiped a thumb over the sensitive nipple, worry smoothing from his features at the reaction. “I’m alright with it.”
Jayce slowly got back to work, stealing another, slower kiss from his lips first before he made his way back down, and this time he didn’t forget to include the mole at his left breast, lips pressing against it before they moved to the other side, to a mole that Viktor previously didn’t even know he had but that must exist at his rib just under his right breast.
There’s a few more, one right in the centre of his chest, one just above that, slightly off-centre to the left. Jayce took his time with them all, as if he was stopping to make note of their locations with every press. He probably was.
Viktor’s breathing picked up when that mouth stopped at one of his nipples, Jayce waiting until the hand at the back of his head guided him forward before he took it into his mouth. The fingers in Jayce’s hair tightened when he flicked his tongue a few times, the actions causing small jolts to run down Viktor’s body.
He could feel Jayce stirring against his thigh, clearly finding the actions as arousing as Viktor did, but Viktor knew he was close to his limit. His body was already giving him reminders of the night before, of the ill-advised positions he’d asked Jayce to hold him in that had his back twinging today, hole still just a little too sensitive to entertain the idea of taking his partner this morning.
It never failed to surprise him, how in sync they were. Jayce slowly released his nipple to lay his head at his chest instead, fully intending to laze the morning away, arousal slowly flagging back down.
“Do you think you have them all memorised now?”
“It wouldn’t hurt for me to keep revising.”