light squeeze at his hips. “stay like this with me for a minute,” jayce murmurs against the collar of viktor’s shirt. doesn’t even know if it was clear enough, if it was more than just a mumble, but he feels v sigh, head tipped towards j.

of the workday. viktor leaves his own trail of thankful presses of his lips to jayce’s skin. a thank you pressed to his shoulder over fine pressed fabric. a thank you pressed to the side of his neck. a thank you to his cheek, his temple, his nose, his lips. j smiles then, giving his partner a -

into jayce’s shoulder. “there, huh? same spot..?” v doesn’t have to answer, j knows v doesn’t need to answer. and instead his head leans in toward’s viktor’s, lips just barely kissing where shoulder meets his neck. fingers continue their slow pattern of slow circles and rubs to ease the tension

or allows his nails to drag through his scalp. elicits a warm hum that resonates where they are fitted together chest to chest, j’s hands that rest along his partner’s back in light pressure. pads of his fingers trace and map where he can feel the tension and release, whenever v sighs or groans

jayce, who already holds out his hand towards viktor, not grabbing, not taking, but allowing v to lead him. arm outstretched as an invitation, v resting his cane against the desk and fitting himself into j’s lap. arms come up, long digits into dark curls. viktor twists them around his fingers,

fun fact his eyes were probably open while he was napping

viktor, before hextech, stays in after office hours have technically closed, and goes over texts and examples and study materials and takes in - in turn - how much they need for their upcoming exams

viktor, who does find great joy in seeing students thrive and grasp concepts of his teaching. why gatekeep knowledge, if they want it, they can have it!