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In retrospect, Jayce can admit this whole ordeal is his own doing.
They had been fucking when Jayce had to go and open his mouth, but can you really blame him? Viktor hardly ever rides him, as his leg often painful, but that night, he seemed to never want to stop.
Jayce holds onto his delicate hips, bearing most of his weight (as he should), groaning in appreciation of how well his love takes his cock. He is warm and wet, snug around Jayce like he was made for this. For him. Jayce was entitled to having lost his mind a little.
“So deep.” Viktor was infuriatingly in control, always. So coherent, even as his body revealed how good he felt. Jayce was a mess in comparison. “Such a good boy, Jayce.” (This is why Jayce was a mess.)
“Yeah? Wanna be good for you, baby.” Jayce told him, pushing his hips up to meet Viktor, lost in the sweet sounds he made for Jayce. “So close, can I fill you up?”
“Yes,” The words got Viktor off like nothing ever does, of course. “yes, fill me.”
“You want it?” Jayce was so hard, it surprised him he had lasted this long. Their eyes met in a battle of wills that only served to make Jayce harder. “Yeah, you want it.”
“You want it more, darling.” Viktor gasped, rolling his hips expertly to grind his cock down onto Jayce. He was the luckiest man alive. “So desperate for it.”
“I am,” Jayce whined, losing his mind at the mercilessness in Viktor’s golden eyes. He never won these games—he never cared to. “Can I breed you, baby?” Viktor moaned prettily for him, cunt so tight around his cock, Jayce knew he was close.
“Jayce—“
“Gonna come so deep inside—“ It has Viktor coming around him, moaning obscenely in a language Jayce cannot understand.
“Where,” Viktor breathed, a hand reaching for Jayce’s neck. “are your manners?”
“Please. Please. Let me give you a baby, please.” Jayce had begged, horny beyond reason. So, what if he indulged in a breeding kink every now and then? Viktor loved it.
“Yes, Jayce.” Viktor took Jayce’s wrists, pried them from his hips and pushed them down above the larger man’s head. “Fuck a baby into me, Jayce. Do it now.” And of course, Jayce had come so deep, so good, so much. Jayce sat up to hold Viktor against him, panting into the crook of Viktor’s neck, arms around his slight figure. Jayce’s tongue licked the salt from Viktor’s skin, enjoying the way they melted into each other in the afterglow.
“I would love a second child.” Viktor whispered, accent a tad thicker than usual, so, so tired. The dominant nature that took over during sex having fled his body. As endearing as Jayce always found him in these moments, his heart froze for a second at the words.
“Viktor?” But of course, Viktor was fast asleep before he could respond. A second child? As if Isha were not a handful already. Jayce did not sleep that night. Not a wink.
The events of that night have fled his mind by the time the issue resurfaces. The steam from his recent shower still swirls around him as he looks down at it in curiosity. Could it have fallen in by mistake? Jayce thinks of Viktor’s organizational habits, and it just cannot be.
How did his birth control end up in the trash? It just does not make any sense.
“Viktor?” He calls, aware that his partner is enjoying breakfast with Isha. Their new lives were a struggle after the arcane allowed them a second chance. It had been so tough, surviving what had happened, what they had done to each other. But Isha? This lost little girl had brought so much light into their lives. Jayce could not imagine their lives without her. “Viktor, hon—”
“What is with all the yelling?” Viktor’s temper is short in the mornings, his perpetual pout even more pronounced than the rest of the day, but Jayce is so incredibly fond of this. So fond of him. “Isha andI—”
“Did you take your birth control today?” Jayce interrupts, watching Viktor’s expression twitch into something indiscernible. He has made the short walk without his cane, something Jayce notes as this brace is brand new—Jayce’s latest creation.
“No.” Jayce’s eyes wander to where he knows Viktor’s birth control is. His partner steps closer, completely taking over Jayce’s attention. Viktor is in nothing but his brace, which Jayce had lovingly put on, a pair of boxers and one of Jayce’s shirts. It swallows him up. He is breathtaking. "And since you asked, I think I will not be taking it anymore.”
Jayce is skeptical about how well this conversation can go, but still, he has to say something, doesn’t he?
“Baby,” Viktor’s eyebrows rise at Jayce’s please-be-reasonable tone. “Do you have something you want to tell me?”
“Some nights ago you were very, uh, enthusiastic about me carrying your child.” Viktor explains, taking a step toward Jayce, reaching for the towel around his hips. He knows his power, Jayce thinks, oh gods we’re so having another child. “And I have decided that I want that.”
“You—” Jayce swallows as Viktor’s fingers grace the space between the towel and his skin. Jayce’s head is swimming, his brain says NO ABSOLUTELY NOT WE CANNOT—but his cock? His heart, he means. “You want another kid?” Jayce wishes he weren’t about to beg to make one right this second.
“Yes.” Viktor whispers, smiling before he stands on the tips of his toes to press a lingering kiss on Jayce’s mouth. “Thank you for understanding, darling.” Another kiss, which has Jayce hard as a rock, chasing Viktor’s lips for more. Tongue, please? Viktor steps away.
“I must make sure Isha finishes her breakfast. Will you be joining us?” Viktor says as he takes himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his dark hair. He has kept it slightly longer just as he has requested Jayce keep his beard. Jayce bites his lip, reluctant to deny the love of his life whatever he wants, but he has to say something, no?
“But Viktor, we can’t.” Viktor stiffens, his lips coming together in a displeased pout. Jayce swallows. “Not yet at least. We shouldn’t.”
“Jayce, it was you who mentioned this. You said so. The other night.” That pout is begging to be kissed off. It is making Jayce want to kneel and ask for forgiveness.
“Love, when I—” Jayce reaches for him, but Viktor turns around, arms crossed at his chest. So no touching. Jayce sighs, fighting the urge to try again. “when I said those things I was—“
“—lying?”
“In…Inside. You.” Jayce corrects, hating the heat creeping into his cheeks. “Sometimes I say things during sex. We both say things. It doesn’t mean—“
“So you didn’t mean it?” The thickening of Viktor’s accent reveals how hurt he is by the prospect of Jayce having lied to him about expanding their family. The devious look in his eyes tells Jayce he is being toyed with. So it’s a game now, isn’t it? “So you just say things when you fuck me?”
“V, please be reasonable. You know we both say things when we’re…you know…” Jayce is trying his best to keep his libido at bay, but Viktor has a way about him. When it comes to sex, Viktor has always had the upper hand. Every single time. Viktor is much more in control of his urges whereas Jayce…
“When we have sex? Yes, but I always mean what I say.” Viktor argues, eyes moving south where Jayce is struggling to keep his cock in check. Viktor’s lips twitch up in a ghost of a smirk. Shit.
“You’ve called me a pathetic lovesick puppy with a single braincell that only manages to be obsessed with you.” Jayce whispers, thoughts of Isha a few rooms down making him remember himself.
“And I meant it.” Viktor shrugs, walking past Jayce to end the conversation.
Jayce should not laugh.
Tries not to.
He fails. Miserably.
Viktor is on all fours, low on his elbows, ass flush against Jayce’s hips. He fucks himself on Jayce’s cock slow, savoring it. Jayce kisses the back of his neck, his shoulder blades, reaches down to rub circles on his cock.
I have to pull out, Jayce thinks. Just pull out. You can do it.
“You okay?” Jayce checks in on instinct, holds Viktor against his chest.
“Sore.” Viktor gasps, legs shaking with the effort of the position and the overstimulation. Jayce kisses his neck in apology, accommodating him flat on his back, returning to his place between his open legs. Jayce burns at the sight of the dark hair between Viktor’s legs, his cock, his dripping cunt. He salivates. “I was so close. Be good and finish me, hm?”
“Always.” Jayce teases them both, only the tip of his cock kissing Viktor’s slit. It is so good, watching him squirm for it underneath him. “You’re perfect. Look at you.” Jayce whispers.
“Fuck me.” Viktor pulls Jayce down flush against him, their lips joining in a toe-curling kiss. “Good boys do not tease.”
“Don’t want it to end.” Jayce whimpers, thrusting himself deep again, groaning at how hot Viktor is inside. Perfect. “Wanna be in you all night.” Viktor’s hand fists in his hair and pulls him back into another kiss they struggle to continue as Jayce’s thrusts make them both unable to keep quiet.
And after Viktor’s come twice and Jayce is trembling with the need for release, Viktor asks, “Won’t you show me how good I make you feel?”
Jayce pulls out and fists his cock, painting Viktor’s lower belly, cunt, thighs in thick white streaks. It’s so good and still, it’s so unsatisfying. He’s been spoiled rotten.
“Jayce?”
“Baby.” He pants, opening his eyes to find Viktor’s clear disappointment.
“Why?” Viktor meets his gaze in genuine confusion.
“Baby—”
“So you will no longer spend inside me?” Viktor asks, already pulling away from Jayce and moving towards their headboard. Shit.
“No, just until—“
“How tragic.” Viktor pouts, raising his chin to seem nonchalant about the issue at hand.
“—we can come to an understanding.”
“The only understanding that I can come to is one where you give me a second child.” Viktor looks down at himself, the mess Jayce has made, and Jayce’s cock which refuses to deflate considering how sexy Viktor looks right now. Nude Viktor disappointed in Jayce? An opportunity for a second round in which Jayce is punished for his indiscretion crosses his mind. “This will not do.”
“Well, I am just not sure that that is our only option right this second.” Jayce shrugs, standing his ground for the hell of it. Because he is barely getting the hang of parenthood and how is he supposed to go to work with a pregnant partner at home? He’ll be useless. Viktor would look so beautiful—
“Okay.” Viktor says, reaching for his brace, clearly ready to wash up. He is terribly upset because Jayce would be carrying him to the shower right about now where he would support them both as Viktor takes care of the washing. Is it practical? No. Is it perfect for Jayce’s clinginess? Absolutely.
“Okay?” Why would Viktor use that word? Better yet, why would he use that word in that tone? Jayce moves to help him put his brace on, being gestured away gently. Jayce sits at the edge of the bed watching Viktor’s elegant hands work. He fights the urge to kiss them.
“Yes. Okay. If you will not do this for me, I am sure I can find someone who will.” Viktor shrugs, just like Jayce had a moment before. Jayce chuckles, thinking for a moment the expression had been a joke. As if Viktor had any jokes. Jayce sobers up in an instant.
“Viktor—”
“Isha’s teacher? He is extremely interested, I can tell. He is quite a handsome man, too. Maybe more than you.” As if. Still, the threat is enough to make Jayce irreparably jealous.
“Baby, please. We have to talk about this.” Jayce watches Viktor stand and lean on his cane, clearly exhausted, but determined to make Jayce suffer. Jayce stands, anyway because he wants so badly to take care of him. Not because Viktor needs it, but because Jayce needs it. Viktor makes his way to their washroom gingerly. “I’d like to shower with you.” Jayce tries.
“And I would like to get pregnant, Jayce.” Viktor says. “Alas, we cannot always get what we want.” Jayce closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose. He is in complete disbelief.
“You serious?” He yells, only to make sure Viktor hears through the door and now running shower. Surely the room was filling with steam and Viktor looked glorious in it.
Fuck—
“As serious as I am not pregnant.”
—my life.
When Viktor and Isha come back from the market, Jayce thinks two things. Thank gods they’re home safe and what’s happened?
He stands to greet them, silently asking Viktor why Isha looks so upset whilst bending for a kiss hello. Viktor shrugs, looking at Isha’s back as she puts down the fruit she helped carry back home and leaves them.
“I do not know what went wrong. She has been like this on the walk back.”
“She was so excited when you left.” Jayce takes the bag Viktor carries, leaving it on their kitchen counter. His partner looks as defeated as he feels. “I’ll talk to her. You get some rest.” Viktor rolls his beautiful eyes, waving Jayce off.
“You fuss. I’m perfectly fine.” Viktor dismisses.
“Let me fuss. I’ll get dinner started after talking to her.”
“I will get dinner started.” So stubborn. It’s Jayce’s turn to roll his eyes.
Isha is sitting at the desk in her room, drawing it seems. When she’d requested paint, he never thought she would take to the walls, to the furniture, to her own bed—but it is wonderful to see her freely express herself.
“Isha, honey?” Wild, golden eyes turn to him, momentarily startled. Her auburn hair is short, but its abundance allows it to bounce as she moves. It suits her. “Is something wrong?”
Isha is non-verbal, but in collaboration with Viktor and her new teachers, she has learned to communicate with her hands. Jayce and Viktor have had to learn and practice to make her feel heard.
Nothing, she tells him.
“Must be something.” Jayce says in tandem with his hands. He is not as fluent as Viktor, yet. He is determined to be.
Don’t want to say.
“Is it a tough day?” Easy day, tough day. It’s the language they use to better understand Isha and her boundaries. She is just a little girl and she has suffered so much. Jayce can’t even think of her doing this alone before they arrived.
It wasn’t.
“What changed? You can say, honey.”
Saw, Isha stops, her large eyes filled with tears. Jayce approaches slowly, kneeling before her. Blue hair. Thought Jinx.
“Oh honey.” He feels the overwhelming urge to hold her but would not dare unless she asked. Isha must feel the same as she throws her tiny arms around his neck and trembles. Her mourning spills into tears that cover his skin, his shirt. He holds her close and whispers soothing words, makes soft sounds.
Jayce wishes he could fix it all, take her pain and bear it for her.
“Gonna stand now, okay?” But Isha thinks he might pull away and her nails dig into the skin of his shoulders. She is a wild thing, one of the things he’s come to love about her. Love. That’s exactly what this is. “I’m not letting go. Taking you with me, sweetheart. How about a nap, yeah?” He stands easily carrying her small body with a hand on her head, another around her back. She shakes her head no in response to the suggestion of rest, but her sobs have slowed to sluggish hiccuping. Jayce knows she will be asleep before she has time to argue against it.
He lies back on her bed with her, the length and width of it too small for them both, but they make do. Jayce rubs soothing circles on her back to get her to settle and it works. Her breathing slows, her eyes grow tired as they take his face in.
“We can never replace what you’ve lost,” Jayce whispers. “but we love you. We love you, Isha. We will make sure you are never alone again.” Her hand fists in his shirt in agreement before she surrenders to sleep. Jayce kisses her head and lets her down onto the mattress gently. He looks down at her, heartbroken.
“You are a wonderful father, Jayce.” Viktor’s voice surprises him, bringing warmth into the room with him. His smile is sad when Jayce turns to him, eyes on their little girl. “So understanding and gentle. I feel lucky to witness it.” It fills Jayce with so much love he might burst. What is this? How did he live without it for so long?
“I’m the lucky one.” Jayce says softly, taking careful steps out of Isha’s room. He brings Viktor in for a hug of his own, in need of his own comfort. “So damn lucky.”
Halfway through their enjoying dinner, Isha wakes and joins them. Jayce fixes her a plate as they try to redirect her thoughts. By the end of the night the air is lighter, and her smile comes easier. Viktor’s cheeks, fuller than Jayce has ever seen them, flush with adoration as he converses with Isha easily about their next trip to the market and what supplies she will need to continue her gadgetry. Isha seems deep in thought for a while when Jayce asks if there is anything she could be missing from her shopping list. She asks for blue colorant; some she can use for her hair.
“I think I may have some lying around.” Viktor reveals, much to Jayce’s surprise and Isha’s delight. “Come. Let’s look. We can make you blue right now.” Isha dashes to the nearest closet, looking through miscellaneous things with fervor.
Jayce is smiling as he chases after her, Viktor closely behind.
“And you would deny me another.” Viktor says, accusingly. Jayce gives Isha a boost so she can look thoroughly, his laughter contagious.
Jayce looks over his notes, hellbent on perfecting his newest project, when Viktor walks in.
His head turns on instinct, eyes greedily seeking a glance at his lover. Magic made flesh, even now as his body has turned once again that of the man he first met so long ago. He watches Viktor approach, appreciative of the way his body works with the cane to walk. Though the brace he wears is new, it has not been as effective as Jayce would prefer. Viktor tells him not to worry so much about it, but it’s impossible not to when he sees the pain his leg puts his love through. He will make another and another—he will make the perfect brace, the most comfortable invention. Jayce will stop at nothing until he perfects it.
“Any breakthroughs?” Viktor asks, resting his hips against Jayce’s desk, aware of Jayce’s ogling. The cane, crafted by them, has a curve and mechanism to attach itself to desks, tables, poles.
“Same old. More interested in your own breakthroughs when it comes to bedtime. Got her down easy?” The silence around the house should be sign enough, but Jayce does love how Viktor’s golden eyes shine at the mention of Isha. She had visited Jayce after dinner to collect a good night handshake from him. She was almost shy as he kissed her head of blue hair and wished her sweet dreams. “Coming to work with me a while? I’ve missed that.”
“Isha is a challenge every day, one I welcome.” Viktor’s lips twitch into a ghost of a smile. It makes Jayce want to pant with want. “But no, I have not come to work with you. Science is impossible with you near these days. The mind begins to wander.” Viktor teases, prompting Jayce to abandon all notion of work and move his chair closer to the man’s slender figure. Spread your legs, baby. Let me in.
“Oh, yeah? What about?” Jayce wonders, a hand reaching for the delicate curve if Viktor’s hip. His hand looks brutish against it, his fingers dig in on instinct. Gold turns liquid as Viktor realizes he’s got Jayce where he wants him.
“Baby names—“
“Vik—“
“What would we name this child?” Jayce seizes to breathe as Viktor leans in closer, lips ghosting over Jayce’s. “It’s all I have been thinking about.” Their lips brush, so soft, the perfect tease to make Jayce’s neurons fail him for a moment. Viktor’s hands take Jayce’s face, intending to pull him into a deeper kiss when it all clicks for Jayce.
This might just be a trap. He stands, walks into it gladly, pushes Viktor back onto the desk, gently, betraying how ravenous he is for this.
An hour and a half without touching Viktor. A crime.
“All you’ve been thinking about, huh?” Jayce pants against his lover’s mouth, his lips instinctively kissing the beauty mark on Viktor’s face closest to his lips. He kisses the other, nosing the artistic lines of his lover’s face. Perfect.
“Well I have also been thinking about this.” Viktor whispers conspiratorially, settling comfortably on Jayce’s desk—careful not to sit on Jayce’s work—a hand cupping most (what fits in his hand) of Jayce’s bulging fly. “How good it will feel in a moment when you have filled me with it.” Jayce’s hands reach for his thighs as they open for him. His hands cover their diameter as he takes hold of them, brings them together, Viktor’s arousal against his own. He could cry.
“I’ll make it so good, V.” Jayce whimpers as Viktor’s thin fingers praise his beard, the curve of his jaw, the short hair at the back of his neck. Viktor does not kiss him when Jayce leans in, looking up at him through hooded eyes. Gods, that smile makes Jayce’s cock throb. “Let me try.”
“So eager to please, aren’t you? Undress me.” Viktor’s observation makes Jayce’s hands move on their own, reaching for the button on Viktor’s trousers. “No, darling. My top first, yes? Have you no decorum?”
“Baby,” The shame makes Jayce’s cock leak in his underclothes. He ruts against where he knows Viktor’s cock is hard for him, too. Viktor’s mouth opens, smug, so turned on. Jayce can tell he’s hot and wet and Jayce needs it so bad.
“Ruined already? It’s just my chest.” Viktor mocks him, his own hands coming up to cup himself, to pinch his nipples. They are so small, but so perfect, dark like his hair. Jayce pleads,
“Can I kiss them?”
“You love them, don’t you?” Viktor denies him, tipping his head back as he pleasures himself. Jayce’s mouth waters, ravenous.
“Just let me—“
“Imagine how full they will be. Round. Just like the rest of me if I carry your baby. Wouldn’t you like that?” Jayce might come in his pants. Jayce just might—
“Yes, baby. Please.” Viktor laughs as he begs. Cruel, evil thing. Jayce is so in love with him.
“Have to fill me with your come first, don’t you?” Viktor’s legs wrap around Jayce’s hips, so much stronger than he looks.
“Please, please, please.” Jayce begs, eyes on Viktor’s perfect chest.
“Such a polite boy.” Viktor whispers as he brings Jayce to his breast, finally. Jayce sucks greedily, his large hands swallowing Viktor’s waist, pulling him closer. “So good with your mouth.“
“Thank you,” Jayce bites into the pebbled fresh, pleased when Viktor hums in pleasure. “Can I kiss you?”
“You can kiss my cock.” Viktor whispers, rolling his hips against Jayce’s erection. “Haven’t done it since this morning. You are neglecting me.” Jayce moans into Viktor’s mouth, needing to feel his tongue against his own, taste him as he comes undone under his touch
“Unforgivable.” Jayce pants. “I should live here.” Viktor swallows his words, allowing Jayce to undo his trousers, pull them down. No underclothes. Of course he planned this. Jayce smiles as he kisses down the trail of freckles that adorn Viktor’s body. He pulls him to the edge of the desk and to his mouth, licking greedily up the length of his sex. He accommodates Viktor’s legs atop his shoulders, holds onto his thighs as he eats.
Nothing has ever tasted so good.
Viktor gasps, hums, rolls his hips as Jayce repeats the act again and again, kissing Viktor’s hard cock as he had been ordered to. Sucking in a way that has Viktor groaning in pleasure, hips instinctively fucking Jayce’s mouth.
“Fingers. Jayce—”
“No.” He says to Viktor’s cunt, using his beard to tease Viktor, thrusting his tongue inside. “My cock or nothing.”
“Oh?” Viktor chuckles, gasping when Jayce’s mouth demands he take him seriously. “Are you in—Jayce that is perfect—in charge now?”
“I am.” Jayce looks up to meet mischief in Viktor’s, blowing onto his sex. Viktor bites his lip, moving closer, asking for more. “You’ve been torturing me.” Jayce complains, sucking Viktor back into his mouth.
“Jayce.” His lover moans. “Jayce, don’t stop.” He stops, just as he brings Viktor to the edge of orgasm. “Jayce?” He lets Viktor’s legs down gently, suffering the loss of the taste of Viktor as he stands. Misbehaving feels wrong when all he wants is to please his partner, but it feels so good to watch him squirm.
“Can I fuck you, baby?” He asks with a smile, leaning in to give Viktor a taste, too. Viktor kisses him deeply, reaching for his belt, unbuttoning his pants.
“You deny me. Why should I say yes?” Viktor is breathless, flushed with desire and irritation. Gorgeous. “You’re so wet.” He strokes Jayce’s weeping cock through his underclothes, thumb playing with his tip.
“For you.” Jayce whimpers. “Let me give it to you.” He begs, helping Viktor in his efforts to get him naked, pants pooling around his feet.
“Only if you come deep inside.” Viktor takes his cock, brings his against his own. Jayce’s mouth opens to beg again. “Only if you breed me.” It makes Jayce feel animalistic, those words, Viktor’s sex against his own, Viktor’s heavy breaths.
“Please.” He whispers, aiming for Viktor’s hole, being denied. Viktor brings him to his entrance, teases the head of his cock with heaven. “I’ll come so deep you’ll drip for days, baby. Please.” He is happy to lose this battle as Viktor brings himself closer, sinking down on Jayce’s length inch by inch. His hole swallows Jayce greedily, the stretch making Viktor hum in appreciation.
“It’s so big.” Viktor whispers, like it’s their first time. Jayce can’t help but thrust all the way in, hands on Viktor’s small hips to hold him close. Viktor reaches for Jayce’s face, pulling him in, too. They’re so close, they breathe the same air, hearts beating in tandem. “Fuck me.”
Jayce does.
He is merciless. He takes Viktor in fast, punishing thrusts, the sounds of their bodies clashing downright obscene. Viktor grins as he watches Jayce lose control, biting kisses onto Jayce, whispering like the devil in his ear. Yes, so good when you’re bad, darling, don’t stop, fill me, yes, fill me. Jayce works Viktor’s cock into orgasm as he nears his own, unable to keep needy sounds from escaping him.
“Please.” Jayce wraps his arms around Viktor’s body, holding onto his shoulders for leverage. “Baby—”
“Inside me, Jayce.” Viktor murmurs, boneless in his pleasure, enjoying how debauched Jayce looks as he uses him. “Give it to me.” It’s pure ecstasy.
Jayce stills, filling Viktor with his release as deep as he can, cock pulsing for ages. His orgasm leaves him weak, shaking as he rolls his hips, reveling in how much more wet the slide is now. They both shudder, overstimulated, spent.
“I’d love a second.” Jayce admits, once their heartbeats have slowed and Viktor is petting Jayce’s body. They are sweat-slick and still joined, wrapped up in each other. “A third, a fourth. I think we can do it.”
“What is this about thirds and fourths, hm? Just a second child is fine.” Viktor pulls back to meet his gaze and despite his comical tone, Jayce can see a touch of hope in his eyes. A longing to grow their family. Unconditional love for Jayce. “I know I have been, uh, a nuisance lately, but you really must know, Jayce—this is not something I take lightly, nor would I force it upon you.”
“Love,” He kisses Viktor, whisper soft. “I know. I know. My hesitation—it’s fear. Fear of doing it wrong, of failing them. But with you—“
“Us, together—“
“—we can do this. Let’s have a baby.” Viktor’s smile could light up the entire world. What Jayce wouldn’t do for that smile. For this man.
“Yes?”
“Yes. I say we try again right this second—“ They chuckle as they kiss, round two imminent when they hear it.
A knock at the door.
They freeze and Viktor looks past Jayce, who twists his neck to look at the door again. They wait in silence, just in case they misheard, but there it is again.
Isha.
“Just a minute, honey.” Jayce calls out, pulling his underclothes on, followed by his pants.
“I will go.” Viktor whispers. “Hand me my clothes?”
“I got it.” Jayce winks. “Better get used to this, huh?” They chuckle again as Jayce hurries to look presentable. Jayce wonders when his life became this. He is so immeasurably happy. “Wait for me?” Viktor winks back.
“Always.”