#chubby viktor

“..Jayce?” Viktor presses his lips into his partners chubby cheek, letting the warmth caress the tip of his cold nose.”I know you’re awake.”

“…mmm,” Jayce rubs a hand down Viktor’s soft back. He was awake, but not really.

“Five minutes..” He murmurs, tilting his head into Viktor.

“Hm,” Viktor lets out a small huff of amusement, his golden eyes gently admiring Jayce’s ruffled appearance.

Especially, the slice of his belly.

Jayce was fat. Very fat, and Viktor knew he was heading that way..but there wasn’t any hurry to change it. Not now.

Viktor’s fingers twitch.”Fine.” He leans back, skidding a hand down the curve of Jayce’s clothed stomach, but just stopping right above where the tight fabric stops.

The skin is warmer there. Its texture more velvety soft with faint scars and stretch marks.

Beautiful.

“…” Viktor blinks wordlessly, his eyes flashing to Jayce’s relaxed expression, before returning to the agenda at hand.

He lightly slides a thumb beneath Jayce’s shirt— going slow to pull it up. To reveal more of that thick soft flesh.

It was making him squirm prematurely.

Before Viktor could continue, Jayce grabs the bottom of his shirt and sharply tugs it back down over his belly.

Viktor pulls his hand back— but his eyes don’t leave. The motion made Jayce’s belly fwomp in on itself, his fat pushing against a too small night shirt. Overflowing.

“Ah— what’s the password?” Jayce sort of giggles, and a small smirk curves his pretty plush lips. His eyes— tired— are set on Viktor’s.

Viktor blinks.”…Are you a child?” He sits back on his heels, rolling his eyes when Jayce gives him that look.

It is still quite early in the morning, and neither of them have had a whiff of coffee, but Jayce still had the energy to be a brat. Much to Viktor’s chagrin…

“…fine.” With a tired sigh— and a smile of pure joy from Jayce— Viktor brings a hand to his chin as if deep in thought.

“…mmmmm-“ He hums long and deep for a while, just staring at their faded bedsheets with a tired squint. The other hand stays on the lower projection of Jayce’s clothed barrel belly. As if trying to suck out his partners warmth through his fingertips.

“-mmm…I don’t know.”

Jayce throws his head back against the pillow.”V! Come awwwnn.” His whine sends a metaphorical shot of adrenaline straight to Viktor’s noggin.”Indulge me, for once.”

To even seen Viktor, Jayce has to push down on his double chin as much as possible— making his even fatter cheeks puff out like some scruffy gerbil.

Viktor rolls his eyes again.”Jayce, it is too early for this,” He states it while maneuvering himself around— making his good leg straddle Jayce’s waist while the other sticks straight out along the covers.

He leans forward, resting his chin on the doughy sea of his partners belly. Viktor’s eyes soften.

“…please?”

The downward tilt of Jayce’s lips springs back up into a gapped tooth grin.

“Password accepted.” He giggles again, toes scrunching into the covers when Viktor pokes a finger into his belly button.

“You are such a nerd.” Viktor drawls, his voice still heavy with sleep. His touch is the same— slow and sluggish across the wide doughy expanse of Jayce’s stomach.

The thick, coarse chest hairs curl around his fingers, tickling his palms.

“You’re a nerd.” Jayce murmurs back, already letting his eyes flutter shut with a content smile. His rests a meaty hand on Viktor’s waist, pressing a thumb into the swell of fat that lines his partner’s hips.