Viktor nuzzled his head into Jayceâs neck, enjoying the raw scent of him. At the invitation, Jayce brought his hand up to Viktorâs jawline, tracing with soft movements. âYouâre beautiful,â Jayce said simply. Viktor flushed, but he didnât pull away.
âNothing compared to Piltoverâs Golden Boy,â he murmured into Jayceâs mouth. He felt Jayce tense at the name, hips bucking upwards towards Viktorâs seemingly subconsciously.
âDoes the Man of Progress like being praised?â
Jayceâs 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.
âUse your words.â
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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!



















