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Jayce cries out, back arching off the bed as he comes on Viktor’s fingers for a third time that night. Desire thrums through Viktor, bright purple electro-magical impulses. It has nowhere to go; all he can do is wait for the momentum to slow. He gazes down at Jayce, beautiful and shining with sweat. His chest heaves and his bite-swollen lips are parted. Viktor could never regret giving him pleasure, but he does wish he could satisfy his own ache. When he’d evolved into this form, sexual gratification had been far from a priority. In fact, it had been another imperfection, a source of shame to be cut out. He’d believed himself to be beyond such things. Since arriving here – wherever here is – he’s learned to appreciate pleasures of the flesh. Jayce’s flesh, at least.
Jayce doesn’t ask if he can do anything for Viktor. It’s a tender spot and he knows it’s better not to put the pressure of an answer on Viktor. Really, it’s difficult for both of them; Jayce is a giver by nature. Instead, Viktor withdraws his fingers and strokes up and down Jayce’s body soothingly. He’s become quite practiced at drawing orgasms from his partner, but he’s still a little unsure of what to do in the aftermath. Jayce likes touch, so he touches. He stays quiet, helps clean up when Jayce is ready to move again. He’s a steady presence while Jayce curls into him to fall asleep, but he stays awake. He can sleep, but he doesn’t need to. Prefers not to, since that tends to bring the most terrifying of dreams.
Once Jayce is entirely out for the night, he carefully extricates himself. He often explores the forests around the cabin they’ve claimed, looking for signs of which world they’ve ended up in. He meditates, communing with the arcane he still has access to. Tonight, he follows a nearby stream until he reaches a small series of waterfalls, more like a fountain trickling down steps of stone. He finds a nice, flat stone to sit on and contemplate his problem.
He can still feel the heat of sexual desire pulsing through him, though quieter now. He looks down between his legs. His torso, hips, and legs are segmented like an insect’s. It’s a wonder Jayce allows Viktor to touch him at all. Why would he touch him back? He’s just smooth metal, a mannequin. He runs his fingers over the slight bump where his genitals used to be. He hadn’t been entirely happy with them in his old life. Before his terminal diagnosis, he’d even been making plans to surgically alter himself. A proper cock, not just the small thing hormones had granted him. Something to fuck with. It was going to be big too, because fuck everyone’s expectations of him.
It’s kind of funny, imagining such an appendage on his current body. Fleshy, pale, blue veins beneath thin skin. It would be all wrong. No, if he had one, it would need to change with him. Larger, for a start. He stands two heads taller than Jayce now. He would need to be...proportional. He thinks of fucking Jayce with his fingers. He’s even thought about using the hexclaw that extends from his back. Jayce can take quite a lot, working up to Viktor’s entire hand once. And he’s so sensitive on that inner front wall, where the root of his t-dick meets his vagina. He’s especially responsive when Viktor curls his fingers up and pounds that spot relentlessly. Viktor’s penis would need to be large enough to fill him, leave him with no room to want more. And curved or otherwise textured to best stimulate Jayce.
Viktor isn’t without a sense of beauty. He’d had a hand in crafting his evolved followers into gilded porcelain, after all. The phallus he crafts in his mind needs to be aesthetically pleasing – or at least as much as such a thing can be. The purples and blues of his current form, but brighter. The way Jayce’s cock blushes as it hardens. And made of something less unforgiving than the metal of his exoskeleton. If there is still soft flesh inside him, it would have to be made of that. Would have to emerge from inside. If his outer shell could part, make way for genitalia...
His mind has been away from his surroundings, purely in the realm of imagination. He comes back to earth when he realizes his fingertips are glowing with arcane energy. The center of the hexclaw is as well. It’s begun to swivel, runic configurations flashing by. He hasn’t tampered much with magic since coming here. He’s been too afraid to find out what kind of power he still has. He’s not even sure which would be worse; being unable to manipulate magic, or retaining god-like powers. But perhaps...he ought to let this play out. It seems to be brought about by his own strong desires for his own body. He won’t hurt anyone else.
He strokes a glowing finger down from the center of his belly, over his pelvic plate. In the wake of it, he begins to see the subtlest line form. It’s barely there, something that couldn’t be seen from afar. But he does see it. A split, right down the middle. Could it possibly...
He presses down gently on the now two plates and finds that there’s some give. They shift to either side, revealing what can only be flesh. Not human, but still soft, shiny with some kind of fluid. Viktor stares in wonder at it. It...moves, just little twitches like a heartbeat. He doesn’t think he has a heartbeat any more, but he does feel constant rhythmic pulses of energy in this new body.
He dips his fingers into this new crevice and shudders. There’s sensation there, far more potent than he’s experienced with any other touch in this form, save perhaps the pain when half his face was shattered. It’s good. It feels like touching his old dick, but more because it’s been so long since he’s felt anything like this. Even before his evolution, it had been ages since he’d felt well enough to conjure up that kind of desire. And the flesh beneath his fingers moves again. It’s a mottled purple and blue, some parts lighting up an almost Shimmer fuchsia. There are gold threads running through it like veins. It grows.
He can see now that it’s taking shape, molding to his will. A small lump becomes a tendril becomes a phallic appendage. When curious fingers travel beneath it, he finds slick folds surrounding a hole. He has a cunt again. Probably less temperamental than his previous one had been, or at least he hopes. He pulls his hand away and sees strings of fluid between his fingers. He’s never gotten this wet so fast, not since he was a teenager. Hand lubricated, he wraps it around his new penis. It continues to take shape under his touch and he moans quietly at the sensation. The end of it forms, rounding out into a bulbous glans, complete with a hole. He supposes it’s not quite a urethra, since he no longer has need to urinate. His fingers catch on the underside, where it forms ridges like overlapping plates. They’re still pliant, but are sure to catch on Jayce’s rim and give him more sensation than a smooth slide. He squeezes slightly, testing the feel.
Viktor moans again. It’s a delicious feeling. Something beads at the head of this new cock, spills over his knuckles. He raises his hand to inspect it. It’s not unlike the vaginal fluid he’s familiar with, but it has a slight sheen to it, like an oilslick. He no longer has a nose or mouth to examine it further. Perhaps Jayce will be willing to taste and describe it to him.
He puts his hand back and gives an experimental downstroke and his body lights up with pleasure. More of that fluid leaks from his tip to ease the way as he jerks himself off. Ever the scientist, he tries different methods, first focusing on slow, steady strokes of the shaft. He moves on to circling the head with his palm and that nearly makes his vision white out. If Jayce touches him like this, how long could he even last? He goes back to jerking the shaft, picking up speed. He finds a rhythm, alternating how tight he squeezes and giving the glans a rub on the upstroke. If he still had lungs, he’d be panting.
His orgasms takes him by surprise, cresting over him and making his body convulse. His arcane eye is unlidded, so he doesn’t miss the arc of cum that shoots from his tip and into the water below. It seems thicker than before, but still clear and opalescent. More dribbles down over his fingers. A part of him regrets not catching all of it and seeing how much he produces.
The seizing of his body wanes and he watches his new cock soften. It recedes just enough for his pelvic plates to close over it without anything getting pinched. He feels a tension there, muscles ready to contract, but the plates don’t move back into place until he consciously wills them to. The seam between them remains, to his relief. He’d worried that perhaps this was a one-time thing. As far as permanent changes to his form go, this is one of the most welcome. He can’t wait to share it with Jayce.
Viktor looks up at the sky, dense with stars. He can’t wake Jayce now. Besides, he has no idea what his refractory period is like. He’ll just have to wait. He stands and backtracks along the stream to a still pool. Only a slight breeze disturbs it, so it’ll do as a mirror. He avoids catching sight of his face, not quite prepared for that kind of emotional baggage while he’s still riding this high. He wades into the cool, knee deep water and squats, jutting his hips forward. He has to stay still like this for a while until the ripples smooth out. It’s an awkward position, but there’s no one around to judge him. Once more, he coaxes his pelvic plates apart to reveal his sex. He beings an unhurried exploration, using his reflection in the water to get a better look.
He continues this examination for some time, until the water shifts from blue-black and starry to a hazy dawn purple. By this point, he’s managed to get hard again, though he doesn’t let himself come. It feels obscene, walking back to their cabin with his cock hanging heavy between his legs, both it and his cunt drooling slick down his thighs.
He silently lets himself into the cabin. Jayce is still asleep, sprawled across the mattress and snoring softly. It still feels too early to wake him.
Jayce is mainly in charge of preparing food and drink, since he’s the only one who needs it, but Viktor hasn’t let himself forget the basics. The last time they’d ventured near a town, Jayce had stocked up on coffee and tea along with other provisions. So Viktor sets about filling the kettle and bringing it to a boil, measuring coffee grounds, and assembling ingredients for breakfast. It’s spring here and the land has graced them with small, sour berries and some mushrooms that they’ve determined not to be toxic. There are some wild fowl they’ve managed to steal eggs from – only taking them sparingly so as not to damage the population – and other game animals for meat. Once the coffee is brewing, Viktor cracks a couple of the eggs and makes a scramble with mushrooms and wild greens. By now, his dick has tucked itself away and his pelvis is in one piece again. He’s eager to show Jayce his discovery, but breakfast can come first.
Sure enough, Jayce wakes when the first rays of the sun come in through the window and hit his face. Viktor’s just drizzling honey over a bowl of berries when he hears the telltale groan. Jayce sits up and stretches.
“You made breakfast?” He rubs at his eyes and pulls a robe over his shoulders before padding across to their kitchenette.
Viktor hums. “I needed to keep busy. There’s coffee too.”
Jayce inhales deeply and smiles. “Thanks, love. That was sweet of you.”
Viktor bends down so that Jayce can kiss his cheek.
“I’m just going to pee and brush my teeth. Sit with me while I eat?”
“Of course.”
Viktor doesn’t really miss food, or at least not the need for it. He likes watching Jayce eat and doesn’t often feel a sting of jealousy about it. The only exception is sweetmilk, which he misses dearly. He settles at their little table with Jayce’s breakfast and waits. Jayce returns a few minutes later and gratefully sips the coffee.
“So, why did you need to keep busy? You usually have plenty to occupy yourself with while I sleep.”
Viktor straightens up. “Ah! Actually, I’ve made a discovery. I wanted to show you right away, but I thought it best not to wake you.”
Jayce chuckles. “Appreciate you letting me get my beauty sleep.”
Viktor notes the tone of self-deprecation. He’ll have to be more liberal with his praises to combat it.
“So, what was your discovery? Did you figure something out about where we are?”
That is, after all, the big question. Viktor shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. But it’s still...welcome, I think. I’ll show you once you’ve eaten.”
“Not even a hint?”
“It’s...I’ve developed a new capability.”
Jayce raises an eyebrow. “Okay, vague.” He seems to know he won’t get more out of Viktor and goes back to eating.
Viktor starts to fidget as the meal goes on. Jayce keeps glancing at him with a quirked eyebrow and a small smile. Viktor’s nervous mannerisms are strange in his new body, he knows. He’ll reach up to brush a hand through his hair, only to find a horned crown instead. He hopes it’s familiar to Jayce and not just a reminder of the man he lost.
Jayce sets his fork down and looks up at Viktor expectantly. “Out with it. You look like you’re going to implode if I make you wait any longer.”
Viktor nods and rises. He beckons for Jayce to follow him to the bed. He lies back on it, legs spread.
“Viktor?”
“I need you to examine me. Here.” He gestures to his featureless crotch.
Jayce nods slowly and kneels on the bed. He shuffles between Viktor’s legs. He looks apprehensive. Was this a mistake? Will he be disgusted? It’s too late to second guess now. He bends in closer and runs a hand up Viktor’s thigh, over the joint, to the front of his pelvis. He feels for the grooves, the now-familiar texture of this exoskeleton. He freezes. Viktor can feel the heat of his hand and his breath as he leans closer.
“There’s...a line here. A crack?”
“Yes,” Viktor says, the thing in his chest that isn’t a heart fluttering like a bird. “Press on either side.”
Jayce does and startles as the plates give and shift. His eyes go wide as he watches them part to reveal the soft tissue beneath.
“What is this?” He doesn’t sound disgusted, just curious. “You’re not hurt, are you?”
“Not at all. I created it somehow. I...willed it into being.”
“You conjured it. Whatever ‘it’ is.”
“You’ll find out if you keep exploring.”
Jayce’s hand is on him, testing the give of the not-quite-skin. Viktor fights down a moan. That’s too much, too fast. But his cock is growing again, glistening and eager. Jayce gasps. His hand comes away for a moment, perhaps in shock, but he returns it before Viktor can be dismayed about it.
“You have a—”
“A phallus, yes.”
Jayce’s fingers curl around it. It’s still rising, getting firmer. “Is that what you prefer to call it?”
“Eh, probably not. But it’s the most accurate. Phallus, penis, cock...whatever.”
A shiver runs through Jayce. Viktor can feel it in his grip. “It’s incredible,” he breathes. “You made it for yourself?”
Viktor nods. “I had the desire, the image, and I was able to channel the magic.”
“How does it feel?” Jayce asks, starting to move his hand.
Viktor answers with a moan. Jayce’s look of wonderment changes to a grin. “Yeah? Like that?”
“Jayce, yes.” He’s fully hard now, hips bucking into Jayce’s hold. “I already...I gave it a, ah, test drive. But I want you to...it’s all for you.”
Jayce looks up at him, eyes wide and so full of affection, Viktor feels bowled over by him. It’s a strange thing, to know how loved he is. How desired. It’s a heavy weight, but he finds it easier to carry with each passing day.
“Then how do you want me first?”
Viktor chuckles. “Every variable is new. I have only experienced my own hand.”
“Well, we could follow that track, work our way up...”
Jayce trails off, pulling his hand away. He examines the liquid covering his hand. Sniffs it. Licks it from a finger. He considers the taste. “Not bad, but it’ll take some getting used to. It’s...sort of sweet.”
“You don’t have to get used to it.”
Jayce gives him a look. “But I will. Anyway...” He shuffles forward on his knees. “You opened me up so well last night, bet I could take you right now.” He leans in to kiss Viktor. Lacking a mouth, Viktor can’t return the kiss, but his human eye flutters shut and he nuzzles into it anyway. “What do you think? Your first time with your new cock, fucking me with it?”
Viktor moans. “I can think of nothing better.”
Jayce pushes him down with firm hands on his chest. His eyes look wild. Viktor is a little startled by how desperate he already looks.
“You’re really this eager?”
“Fuck, yes. Are you kidding? You made yourself a cock because you wanted to use it. I’m not making you wait.”
He swings one leg, then the other over Viktor’s waist. Viktor can see the sheen of slick on Jayce’s inner thighs where his robe gapes open. He strokes Viktor’s cock again, hand coming away dripping. He dips those same fingers inside himself and groans.
“It’s so pretty. You’ll let me play with it later? You’re an artist, you know that? Can’t believe you designed such a gorgeous prick.”
“No? Have I not made beautiful creations before?”
“Ah, good point.”
Jayce unties his robe and shrugs out of it. He grips Viktor’s dick and rubs his own against it, teasing. Viktor moans, but he doesn’t mind the tease. Every sensation is a gift. Jayce doesn’t tease long; that’s usually Viktor’s role. He positions the fat head against his cunt and starts the slow sink down.
They moan in unison. Jayce’s eyes flutter shut and his mouth hangs open. Viktor worries that this will all be over too soon. He’s never felt anything like this. Jayce’s body burns like the core of the earth and he’s so wet and so tight around him. Jayce leans his weight on his hands, again resting on Viktor’s chest. He takes him centimeter by centimeter. Viktor can see from his expression that he’s savoring the stretch. It’s perhaps not as easy as he’d assumed, but Jayce is nothing if not determined.
“Gods, fuck,” Jayce gasps. “The ridges.”
Viktor reaches for one of Jayce’s legs, strokes up and down to soothe him. “I know it’s big, darling. If it’s too much...”
“No! No, I can do it.”
Viktor doesn’t argue further. Not with Jayce so adamant. All he can do is lie still and let Jayce go at his own pace. It’s slow, and then it’s all at once. Jayce lets out a high whine and then he’s seated on Viktor’s lap. Viktor grips the sheets, holding himself steady as a spasm of pleasure shoots through him.
“S-stay still a moment.”
“When you’re ready,” Viktor affirms.
Jayce breathes evenly, trying to relax. He gives a little wiggle of his hips and inhales sharply.
“Jayce...”
“Just a moment,” Jayce insists. He looks up at Viktor with those wild eyes, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving.
“I should know better than to doubt you. You never do give up. I could have made it even bigger and you’d try to take it.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t. Wouldn’t want to hurt you. But I knew what you’d need. Made it like this because I knew it would feel good.”
Jayce moans and grinds down with a circle of his hips. “Fucking...cock tailor made for me,” he mutters.
“Yes,” Viktor hisses. “I wouldn’t share this with anyone else. Only you. Only you.”
The words trigger something in Jayce. Viktor knew they would. He digs his nails in and starts to move. They’re short thrusts to start with, the stretch still just on the edge of too much. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” he gasps.
Instead of rising up and down, Jayce rocks forward and back, keeping Viktor buried deep. Viktor can feel him clenching around him. It’s a novel sensation. It’s mind-blowing.
“You feel...oh, Jayce. So tight and hot. I almost can’t stand it.”
Jayce jerks his hips harder. “Need more? Need to fuck me harder?”
“Yes.” Viktor’s hands fly to Jayce’s waist, holding tight. “Please, let me.”
“Okay. Okay, I’m ready.”
Viktor’s first upward thrust has Jayce crying out, but Viktor can feel his emotions radiating off of him. There’s no pain, no desire to stop. He bucks again. And again, trying to find the right angle, the right tempo. Jayce can do little more than hold himself upright and take it. Viktor starts to understand stereotypes about selfish cis men; it’s easy to find what he needs in Jayce’s body. If he wanted, he could fuck him hard and fast and reach his climax in no time at all. But no, that won’t satisfy. There’s no point if he can’t bring Jayce just as much pleasure.
“Where do you need it, love? What feels the best?”
“F-fuck, the—” Jayce trembles, grinding down and forward. He’s trying to rub his neglected cock against Viktor’s belly, Viktor realizes. “The head. Doesn’t have to be deep.”
He can barely get the words out, but Viktor understands.
“I’ve got you. Let me do the work, darling.”
He tightens his hands on Jayce’s hips and lifts. He keeps him suspended, taking weight off his knees. His cock pops free, but no matter. Lifting his hips, bending his body further than he could ever have hoped as a human, he presses inside Jayce again. This time, the way is slicker, easier. He thrusts again, this time holding Jayce in place so he can aim his cock exactly right, the fat head popping in shallowly and slamming into his G-spot. Jayce wails and his fingers scratch down Viktor’s chest. He can feel it, but he wishes it would hurt. Wishes Jayce could claw him up, scar him.
“Right there, oh my gods, there,” Jayce gasps with ragged breaths.
Viktor, of course, doesn’t stop. He keeps hitting that spot unerringly, thumbs digging in and leaving bruises on Jayce’s hipbones. He can probably make Jayce come like this. He surely will in the future. But he wants to feel Jayce come on his cock now. Hands busy, he barely has to think it and the hexclaw is moving. It swings around his shoulder and extends to reach between Jayce’s legs. Jayce’s breath stutters at its first touch, teasing around where Viktor’s cock disappears into his cunt. It rubs over Jayce’s lips while he fucks up into him, letting their combined slick coat the digits. Then it drags upwards to his cock. Viktor must be careful; the ends of each claw are sharp and he doesn’t want to give Jayce an unexpected piercing. Two claws bracket his t-dick, pinching it between them.
Now, with each upward thrust of his hips, the hexclaw strokes Jayce’s cock. It jerks it, pulling the hood back. The third hex-finger presses at the flushed head. It doesn’t even have to rub; the movement of Viktor fucking up into him and the hexclaw pumping his dick provides plenty of friction.
Jayce can’t last long like this. He cries out, a keen with each exhale until he’s trembling through his release. Viktor lowers him until he’s all the way seated on his cock again. He holds Jayce here, not thrusting and hexclaw touching him gently. Jayce collapses forward. He pants against Viktor’s collarbone.
“Okay, ‘s too much now,” Jayce says, batting the hexclaw away from his oversensitive dick.
Viktor stays very still. His own need thrums through him, but he’s well-practiced at suppressing it.
“You haven’t come yet?” Jayce asks against his neck.
Viktor shakes his head. “I was focused on you.”
Jayce pauses, then gives a decisive nod. “Let me catch my breath. Then you can keep fucking me.”
Viktor knows better than to ask if he’s sure. Even after going three rounds last night, Jayce has been far too eager to deny. He waits, watching every minute detail of Jayce recovering from his orgasm. Jayce chuckles breathlessly.
“What?”
“You’re buzzing.”
“I am?” Viktor feels the buzzing, but hadn’t thought it audible.
Jayce grins at him and nods. “Like you’re working too hard to hold back, or you’ve got electrical buildup.”
That’s exactly how it feels. Viktor would blush if he could. “Sorry.”
“No, no! It’s...I like it. You want me so bad your circuits are misfiring or something.” He presses a sweet kiss to the side of Viktor’s face. “I like all the noises you make.”
Jayce sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slow. Then he pushes himself up again. “I’m ready.”
The wildness in his eyes has settled. He meets Viktor’s gaze and nods, not that Viktor needs the extra go-ahead. Viktor tightens his grip on Jayce and begins a slow roll of his hips. Jayce offers a lovely little moan and moves with him. He’s smooth as a practiced rider on horseback. His cunt squeezes tight and Viktor thinks he can feel Jayce’s still-rapid heartbeat around him.
“You feel so good, babe,” Jayce purrs. Now that he’s not chasing his own release, he’s putting the work in to get Viktor off. “You like it? Happy with the - ah - results?”
“They’re promising so far.”
“We’ll need to do more testing, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
Jayce grins at him and it feels mutual, despite Viktor not having a face that can form such an expression. He lifts himself up, almost pulling off of Viktor’s cock, and then slams back down with all his weight. He lets out a gasp like the breath’s been knocked out of him. Undeterred, he does it again and again until it becomes a brutal rhythm.
“Like this, love?”
“Yes, yes. Faster.”
Jayce tries, but Viktor can see the toll it’s taking on his bad leg. He won’t be able to keep up this pace for long.
“Try to keep up,” Viktor says, and begins fucking up into him again. His inhuman form is leagues stronger and faster and his hips move at a speed a normal human could only achieve in short bursts. Jayce cries out, part delight and part surprise. He has to scrabble for purchase and it’s all he can do just to keep from getting tossed around.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he gasps, breaths stuttering. “That’s it. Keep - fuck – don’t stop. Come in me.”
Viktor keeps up his pace until he absolutely can’t any more, until he’s coming hard and his limbs no longer obey his commands. He can feel Jayce grinding down on his hips and clenching on his pulsing cock. He lies there helpless while his orgasm washes through him for longer than he’s ever experienced. Even his arcane vision is clouded with pleasure. Jayce is moaning out words, but he can’t make them out.
His vision finally focuses on Jayce, his mouth hanging open and a beautiful flush darkening his chest and neck. It’s evident from the way his cunt is contracting and the wetness splashed across Viktor’s belly that he’s come again.
“Holy shit, V.”
“That was...okay?”
Jayce giggles. He sounds delirious. “You tell me. You put a hole in the wall.”
“What?”
He follows Jayce’s eyes and sure enough, there is a small, burn-blackened hole in the log wall behind him. The hexclaw quickly retracts as if to hide, though it’s clearly the only possible culprit.
“Oh, I...that’s...that didn’t happen before.”
“I’m just glad it had enough control to shoot away from me.” Jayce leans down to kiss the wrist joint of the hexclaw and then Viktor’s face. “Sorry to say, this is definitely going to my ego.”
“I think that’s warranted,” Viktor sighs. He still feels loose and heavy.
His cock is softening, sinking back into its sheath. Jayce lifts his hips to release it. With it comes a torrent of spend. Viktor’s human eye goes wide, as do Jayce’s. The fluid drips from both their bodies, soaking into the sheets beneath. Jayce puts his hand through the mess. He examines the way it strings between his fingers. The way it catches the noon light is almost pretty.
“We’re going to have to measure how much of this you produce.”
“That was exactly my thought.”
They laugh together and Jayce rolls off of him, avoiding the wet spot. “And assess its properties. Not so easy without proper equipment, but...” He shrugs. “You don’t think it’s...I mean, it wouldn’t be...”
“I highly doubt it contains any form of viable gamete, Jayce.”
“It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen.”
“I suppose not.”
Jayce snuggles up to him, resting his head on Viktor’s chest. Viktor doesn’t think that can be very comfortable, but Jayce does this often and never complains. “I’m pretty tempted to spend the rest of the day in bed.”
“Mm. There’s nothing stopping us.”
“Mind if I nap for a bit?”
“Not at all.” Viktor runs fingers through Jayce’s hair. It’s getting long. He twists a lock around his fingers, wondering if he could braid it. “I want you well-rested for our next experiment.”