meljayvik, 2.1k words, explicit
written for @meljayvikweek day #3 but it got away from me, as these things usually do.
(this fic is the continuation of this prompt so shoutout to @dannidorina who’s solely responsible for me inflicting it into the world)
Mel buries her face deeper in Viktor’s side while her other hand beckons Jayce closer. All the tension leaves his body as she sighs contentedly against his skin, Jayce’s arm hugging both of them closer. He could get used to this.
When Mel’s hand starts tracing lazy patterns that go down the curve of his hipbone, her lips brushing the taut skin of his stomach, a shiver goes down his body and Mel laughs. He looks at Jayce for a clue on what to do next, taking in the slow kisses he’s trailing down Mel’s back. Viktor can’t, for the life of him, see where his hand is, but Mel’s soft exhale gives him a clue.
Oh, he could definitely get used to this.